Another Dream, this one more awesome

It's four in the morning, but I've just had this most awesome dream, that I hope to continue when I go back to bed, but if I don't write it down, I will forget it all.

First some quick plot points, so that I can remember them: There's a war between the elves and the dwarves, and I've been involved in the past (a recurring dream bit). The DePaul University American Studies spy department recruits me to play a hand in the war but I want to play it differently. And, as part of a class assignment, I decide to write on my efforts to stop the war.

The only point I can remember about the previous series battles over control of very specific places, are beautiful Minnesota-esque (I say this only because they remind me of a park that I once biked through on the Minnesota River) parks and monstrous fungal dwelled underground bases. And that the dwarves decimated the elves. Very pretty, very surreal.

Then the current dream starts. I enter a McDonald's in some Norse ski village (another recurring element), and am there approached by a tall, thin, blond woman, who despite being tall, thin and blond is quite in reality an agent for the dwarves, who has come to tell me that the next big struggle between the two Fae communities is about to break rather soon, and that I'm going to play a part in the horrific and bloody war in the next upcoming battle at some school for witchcraft and wizardry (not that one). I remembering the way the last one played out, and I do not want in on that once more, and so I try to run away.

I return to my regular life, and on a lunch outing with some friends and my fiancée, I am trapped and drugged, despite my understanding what was happening and my efforts to stop it, by one Sydney Bristow (Jennifer Gardner in TV's Alias). I find myself revived some thirty feet away from where I had been tagged, in some comic relief style shouting and quick camera pans to the party I had been with still unawares of my absence. Sydney was wondering quite apprehensively why someone I was with was part of her unit, and I had to explain that we were just friends. Sydney informs me that I will be involved once again in the upcoming travesty, and that the DePaul University American Studies Cultural Espionage program (only with a cooler name and acronym) wants me to do all that I can to ensure that the Elves win this battle. I have my own reservations, especially that I want neither side to win, but think that the two should share their important cultural geographic points, neither having sole say in each realm. I reluctantly agree, though I have my own agenda, not theirs. I must start close to immediately, and I cannot tell my fiancée that I must leave. So I had to escape from their sight, and surreptitiously and tearily tell via iPod classic, my fiancée that I love her but that I have to leave.

The next scene, I am in the American Studies department office, approaching the receptionist, inquiring about the location of a class in which I am. Whilst asking, I see that the class is located in a favorèd professor's office. The professor asks me if I had written the proposal for the ethnographic report that I would be creating for that class. I tell her no, but that I must talk with her about that matter. We go, though a few of my friends follow, and I must shoo them off so that we might talk privately. I explain my situation, as well as my position on the stance, and that I need to write my report on my efforts to stop the war and bring peace. She allows this, and I am on my way.

Here the dream ends.

I am excited to continue this saga, either in proper dreaming, or in some imaginative narration of the affairs.

A weïrd dream with a recurring segment

I've had this recurring dream lately, and it's pretty much The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. People are trying to kill me and replace me with a creepier less personable counterpart.

Last night's version was much more interesting. I was visiting my parents with Sums, my fiancée, in Minnesota and we went to go get the train tickets. We go to get our train tickets to go back home to Chicago the next day, and I some how wind up in the train, though I'm not ticketed for that ride. So I get off at the next stop, and ride a very long winding escalator through the station, waving to Sums at her desk at work, when I realize that I left my bag on the train. So, once I get to the bottom, I rush up to the top, get on the train and fail to find my bag before the doors close and I fall back asleep. I wake up barefoot in the barn from Resident Evil 4 where you torch the hangy evil man, near Lacrosse, Wisconsin, and take a step outside. Here I find that it's in 1800's reenactment mode, and I hurry to find some buses out of there. I sit next to a young girl on the bus and I find myself at her house. After taking a pee and looking at her weïrd shaped door, I decide that I need to get out of the house before her parents discover that I had been there alone with her, as to not get shot. (All in the while I've been trying to get to a place where my parents can pick me up)

This is when the body snatchers thing starts. I see her parents having a good time on the lawn mower, and make a dash in the other direction. Then I bump into a more bloody version of her father, and then it comes to me that the people I know and care about are being replaced by aliens. Copy-father sees me and starts running after me, and I bolt. He catches up and we tumble into a ditch.

Now the dream enters abstract mode, on the other side of the ditch, vertically, there's a red ball of shiny. Thinking that it's the infamous red matter of the new Star Trek movie, the copy-father has a speech bubble that says, oh, that's heavy. We then tumble into the ditch and fuse with the ball, which becomes a red and flesh colored swirl. The red part, which is also the copy-father, leaves goes into a Terry Gilliam-esque animation machine and comes out as a rather thin, short, saggy rectangle. Then the fleshy ball, me, goes through the machine, and comes out thick, organic, complex, long and rather mushroomy. Of course I identify the phallic imagery, and know that because I'm a real human, I'll make the better lover in bed. During the animated portion, scenes of really awesome freaks from the Jerry Springer Show are spliced in.

I've only identified the body-snatchers chase theme as a recurring element of the dream. I wonder however, if it means something.