Here there be monsters (socratic) wrote,
Here there be monsters

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Longitudes latitudes it's so absurd.

I had a weird but incredibly vivid dream last night:

It started out at an outdoor rail station. I was supposed to transfer trains but I don't remember getting off the first train that arrived there, just being there waiting at the station. My train pulled into the station. I decided that I wanted to check out this overpass thing and see the view from it so I started climbing the stairs and pushing past people, but it was bigger than I thought and I was slower.I missed my train. Then I saw her. LHG. I'm not sure if she'd been there to begin with and was the reason I wanted to get on the first train, to avoid her, or if I just spotted her at this point. All I know is that I saw her and it was definably her as well. I climbed off the overpass. A train arrived. We both got on it.

I think at this point I actually sought her out on the train to sit near her and talk. I'm not absolutely sure that we didn't just bump into one another but I think that's what happened. Anyway, she was not receptive to me and it was an awkward and distant conversation through the ride. We rode through the countryside towards the city. At this point agents of some malevolent mastermind showed up on the train and started looking for us. This was not a completely random thing, it felt expected and justified, and may have explained the low level of tension that had underwritten the first part of the train. We got off at the next stop, a sort of half rural half suburban train station that reminds me of one of the Metro stops in Capetown (in fact the whole train system was a cross between that system and the Metro-North system from New York, only clean and white.)

We were captured and semi-forced into a white car (it was sort of a polite invitation but I understood it to be backed up with the threat of violence.) The mastermind was the one who 'invited' us, but he took a separate car. We were taken back to his apartment and seperated. I was given the run of the place because in whatever conflict was taking place (it was definitely something epic and important, some kind of fantasy war between two sides.) I was seen as a sort of neutral party, a wild card. She was taken to the back and locked out on a balcony/prison cell type place. She was on the side of the good guys and she was in trouble. I was very worried for her at this point.

I called the mastermind, although I'm not sure how I got his number, and somehow talked him into letting me see her or release her. I'm not sure if I offered him something or if I asked him to do it as a show of good faith towards me since I sensed that he liked me or was trying to court me for his side of whatever the conflict was. He said that he'd give permission for her release but it might take some time. We hung up. I decided that since he had given permission there was no harm in me trying to find her post haste. I went around the apartment until I found the holding door. I knocked on the glass but there was no response. Then I tried the door and it slid open, unlocked, I stepped out on to the balcony calling things like "Hey, you there?" I saw her clothes (really just a pair of conservative looking panties and an undershirt) lying strewn all over the balcony, like she had stripped down for a shower. On the other side of the balcony (left to right, not as in front and back of the building) there was an open door that led into a small compartment. I was heading towards that when I heard her call out "don't come here! Don't look!"

I stopped in my tracks and said "We've got to get you out of here." Or something along those lines.

She said "Alright I'm coming out, but only if you promise to try to forget you saw me like this." I turned away and closed my eyes then covered them with my hand, trying to be a gentleman. I could hear her around me, gathering her clothes and getting dressed. I opened my eyes and she was dressed back in her same outfit from the train station, which was like a white sundress. We slipped out through the balcony door into the apartment. She wanted to look around the place for either information or some sort of weapon. I accompanied her. When we were in the bedroom I said "We'd better hurry someone could come at any moment." At that exact point someone slipped a key into the lock of the door and entered. I went out to intercept whoever it was (since my being out and about in the apartment would not arouse suspicion) and saw it was the mastermind himself. He looked to be heading towards the holding area. I started stammering, trying to explain that I had taken the liberty of freeing her myself since he'd said it was alright and…She appeared behind me in the doorway. He didn't seem particularly upset and invited us both to follow him. We did.

He seated us at a long wood table, next to each other with her on the right hand side of the head of the table and me sitting directly next to her. A bunch more people filed in and took seats at the table. They were an ecclectic bunch and I can't remember them precisely. One was definitely David Carradine (well he wasn't David Carradine but he was a character in my dream being played by David Carradine.) I think Jack Nicholson might have been there too. I'm not positive that LHG was the only woman in the room but I can't think of another one. There were a lot of people, probably over a dozen. I only saw like 3-4 of them distinctly.

Then Mastermind guy started distributing dice. These weren't normal dice. There were some that were plain white six sided dice, but also some that were like cross sections of bigger dice made up of the small white ones. One I got was like a cross section of a really big die, but made up of smaller ones with only the faces that would have been exposed if the other half of the die had been glued on to it showing. They were all sixes.

At this point the Mastermind, who was standing near the head of the table and also near like a chest of some sort (not a human chest but a storage chest) said something to LHG that included some comment on her being Jewish. The comment wasn't meant as a degradation or an anti-semetic comment but instead it indicated something about the sect she was a part of in the conflict. It was vaguely threatening. At this point I reached out towards her and put my arm around her. She leaned her head in against mine, the first time that her body language had been accepting, and we sat there for a second looking around. Then someone rolled a die, and a ripple of commotion went through the crowd. The mastermind sort of stepped off to the side and two men went up to near the chest he'd been standing near. I'm not sure if they got up from the table to do this or walked there themselves. One of them pulled a gun out of the chest and shot someone at the table. The other one grabbed a shotgun and threw it to me. I caught it and pointed it at the murderer. He turned and pointed his gun at me. I hesitated to shoot him. He fired his gun at me but nothing happened. He was going to shoot again when the guy standing next to him placed a pistol against his head and pulled the trigger, killing him. I'm not sure where he got the gun because he was out of frame when he went for it.

Suddenly there were guns on side tables all around us and people at the table started shooting at one another. One guy dressed in a wild west outfit, an old guy who looked kind of like the asshole father from 12 angry men the TV version (George C. Scott) was shooting with a pair of six-shooters. He killed someone on my side of the table several people down from me. I think I may have shot someone at this point, but I'm not sure. Anyway the George C. Scott guy pointed his guns at me and started shooting. The first shot grazed my arm, I think, I saw a spurt of red but didn't feel it. Then he shot again, only it took a few moments for the bullet to come out of the barrel of the gun, and when it did it raced towards me with the velocity of a fastball not a bullet. I blocked it with the butt of my shotgun, and it bounced away. We did this a couple more times and the last bullet I deflected went back towards him. He had to lean back in his chair to avoid it, so I swung my shotgun up towards him and took aim. As I was pulling the trigger the mastermind said something like "That's it" or "Time" but it was too late. I pulled the trigger and blood started flowing from various places on his face and neck. He slumped forward. Everyone looked at me, in shock not anger or disgust. The Mastermind said something like "Roll again" and I realized that the roll of the dice represented the number of people who had to be killed in the ensuing gunfight, where we were all staked for our lives. By going over the quota I had ensured another fight.

At this point I woke up.

I'm not sure what it all means. The theme of LHG and her rejection then slow acceptance of me as I proved myself worthy by siding with her seems fairly literal. One could see the guns as representing either movies or something phallic, although the dream didn't FEEL sexual at all, even the implied nudity was more about intimacy than sex. The dream was in color, and fairly narritively coherent for a dream of mine although I'm sure I filled in some of the gaps upon waking. There were other elements in the dream from my day, like the cowboy character was probably from previews for Deadwood that I've been seeing. Other than that I really don't know.

What kind of dream is this to have about a girl (and it was most certainly about her.) Why I can't I just have stupid wet dreams like a normal person?

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