The Aerie
Sort of like Three Bean Salad, but with dreams
Saturday night was notable for the incredibly vivid dreams I had. If I
could figure these dreams out, I'm sure I would understand a whole lot
about myself that I don't now!
Dream 1 of 3: Pirates
I was stuck with a group of scientists in an elaborate mansion on a
wave-splashed island. A rubber raft pulls up and my friend Keith goes
out with two orange-jumpsuited crewmen to unload it. Then pirates
arrive, and the two crewmen are washed away in the rubber raft, along
with Keith's boombox. The pirates invade the mansion, and we hide out
at the east end of the structure. There we find an enormous circular
staircase (like the [1]Guggenheim in New York), beyond which is a
library accessable only by a single hallway, so we decide to hole up
there and await the pirates.
Dream 2 of 3: Working
I'm working, conducting a SCADA audit in a data center. Superimposed
over the work I'm doing is a video game: I can secretly look at a
computer or a rack, think "zap!", and the video game target explodes
into pieces, while the real computer remains unharmed. With this I
amuse myself as I inspect the equipment. A competitive vendor
approaches me and we talk shop and prices for a while. Then a tall,
attractive blond scientist (think: labcoat, hair in bun, glasses, va-
va-voom figure) starts flirting with me, but wants to talk football
which if you're going to flirt with me is a waste of time. I grow
irritated with her.
Dream 2 of 3: Batman
I'm Robin. As in, "The Boy Wonder"? Why? I have no idea. I'm working
with Batman to solve a crime involving someone trying to blow up a
small municipal bridge over a creek.
We're staked out on a tree-lined suburban residential street, at one
end of the bridge. Batman and I are squatting in footwells the back
seat of a sedan, trying not to be noticed. Hard to do when you're in
full costume AND you've left one of the sedan doors open so you can
see. Local residents walking and jogging by keep peering in at us
curiously, and even I, the loyal Boy Wonder, wonder if this is the
best idea. To top it off, Batman has a periscope kind of thing
inserted into the dinosaur puppet, which he occasionally raises so he
can look out above the doors. Nothin' happening here folks! Just two
costumed superheroes and a swivelling tyrannosaurus rex puppet in the
back seat of a car! Move along!
Suddenly the people outside the car are distracted by something we
can't see. We hear cries and someone calls out that there's a car
rolling loose up the street. We wonder what to do until we realize OUR
car is the loose car, and it's rolling backwards UP the street!
The sedan rolls backwards uphill into a busy picnic grounds, and comes
to rest by a big human-scale chessboard. Oh no! It's that nefarious
villian, The Chessman! We can see his henchmen (toques, black and
white striped shirts, domino masks) are dressed as chess pieces and
are positioned on the board in the midst of a game.
I make up my mind: I'm going to get the phrase "Chess sucks!" into the
conversation BEFORE the Chessman can use the cliche'd "Your move,
Batman." I just am. We get out of the car, and the smell of delicious
coffee is in the air. The Chessman is a burly, western kind of guy,
with a blue denim shirt and a mane of blond hair, very affable and
friendly for a villain. He offers us coffee, but as I go to get a cup
I step on something: it's my own Bruegger's refillable coffee cup, and
I've crushed it underfoot. I hear laughter, and a wizened old black
lady says, "You done it now, honey child."
-And then I woke up-
P.S. No, I haven't seen "Pirates of the Caribean," visited the
Guggenheim, or watched "Batman" recently.
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Posted by Albatross at July 21, 2003 12:00 AM