So, we’re talking and they’re asking us how the economic downturn has affected us and we tell them that the biggest thing is that we have to (based on a few separate factors, all affected by the current economy blah) put off having more kids for longer than we would like, and that they should do something for people that want to have kids in this economy but cannot afford to…. tax breaks or something (in addition to what’s already there O.O).

Yeah.  I have the president in my dream, and it’s only to bitch about how our lives are not as awesome as they could be :P.  Because it’s not like we are totally doing ok, what with still being employed and all…

So I wake up again, and they sedate me IN THE ANUS (not just in the buttock, but inside the anal passage itself oh man it REALLY hurt (in the dream)) again.  Seriously dream, WTF?

Then I hear them talking and there’s something wrong with my body chemistry or something – wrong for them at least – and they don’t think the sedation will take.  Anyway at some point I wake all the way up and push some guys out the airlock.  And uh, I escape but now I’m in… Libya? Ugh.

And it got weirder.  When I finally fell asleep (after meticulously analyzing completely bizarre angles on The Hangover for 1.5 hours or so), I dreamed that Community was not only a brilliant comedy, but also a seriously fucked up dystopian allusion.  Like, after the ha-ha, at the end of each episode the watchers would get one more clue as to “what was really going on” a la Lost (which I have never seen, but I’m guessing it’s something like that, clue wise).  What I remember is that the ha-ha portion of the show was some kind of a dream, projected by one of two people – we aren’t sure which – who are both from a tiny (<10 people) town in the middle of nowhere which was famous for something I can’t remember.  The clue from the recent episode involved the brunette girl being a stand in for two geeky, glasses wearing twins from the school attended by one of our mysterious dreamers.  The video portions of the clues were presented in grainy, retro style film (like those flashback scenes in The Game).

I wish I could remember more, because the imagery was so strong and subtle that I had to confirm with Jen in the morning (when I was wide awake), that Community did indeed NOT have weird dystopian clues at the end.  Even now it still “feels” somewhat true.  I love vivid dreams.

I think I’m gonna have to get some more of that beverage.

The one good thing to come of it, for me, is the crazy ass dreams I have.

The first/worst night, when I slept on the couch in a shivering huddle, I “woke up” in the middle of the night to the sensation of my body exploding and reforming.  Suddenly everyone could do anything.  I could will myself not to be sick – and it lasted as long as I concentrated.   I could make anything, do anything, but mostly I didn’t because I was still huddled on the couch trying not to be sick.  I was vaguely aware of  everyone else in the world struggling with their newfound abilities as well.  It was very vivid.

Another night I dreamed of these mammoth shipwrecks piled across this lake, and how my dad had a giant ship.  At one point my grandpa & I were watching him swim from the top of a cliff.  Then a polar bear and 3 cubs attacked my dad, swimming below.  We watched him climb the cliff, trying to escape, but the bears climbed as well.  He scaled at least a hundred feet, just about to my grandpa & me – who couldn’t reach over the fence to help him for some reason (dreams) – then the bear smacked him and we watched him fall all the way back down.  Somehow he didn’t smack his head on a rock, and managed to swim down the river to a beach and escape.  I remember the feeling of terror that my dad was about to be eaten by a bear, then the sense of him falling, the sureness that the fall had split his head, then the relief that he was still alive and moving.  Note that my father was very fit in this dream!

Last night… I can’t remember most of it, but it was another waterfront dream.  At some point I was carrying a (heavy) orphan across town to check on some paperwork, then by the time I got back to the beach area (which was having some kind of emergency) I was DEAD tired from carrying this heavy kid around.  I remember a school bus careening off a cliff, I think because whatever the emergency was drove the driver to suicide.   Then these dudes cliff dove from WAY high into the river below to try and save people.  I remember wondering where the news crew (whose office was just down the road) was.

There were more, I’m sure.  And may be even more, as the end of whatever we have still seems a few days off.

So last night, the first one starts off with me being a “big brother” type to this South American kid without a dad who’s enrolling in this special like “gifted” ESL school.  I help him with his speeches and stuff.  I remember that he pissed the other kids off because in his intro speech he said he spoke English without an accent (which he did), but then the other kids teased him (they had pretty thick accents and no desire to get rid of them) and made him speak in Spanish, and then teased him again when his Spanish had that Spain “th” thing.

Second one was much more in depth. In craziness.  Like Pleasantville-meets-Matrix-meets-Mallworld.  It started with my job being transferred into this giant building thing, so I had to move into this crazy apartment.  First off, the apartment (in a giant brick building) was like a rabbit warren, with hallways at weird angles and rooms in strange places – like it didn’t occupy a normal block of space but instead its space intertwined with other apartments, if that makes sense.  The dining area looked out on this HUGE dining room of a ritzy restaurant, with a giant aquarium wall on the other side – like at least 20 stories high – you could see other dining rooms all along the walls.

Then the place where I worked with this ginormous building, like it was so big there was a huge scrapyard inside it (which I got lost in) in which you could barely see the ceiling, and there were cranes and big machines trashing shit left and right.  Eventually I found someone to show me how to take this weird bus thing (which was near a racing strip for these chainsaw-tank-dunebuggy things that evidently people did on their lunchbreaks) that would take me to my section – C4 (the “computer section”).

Unfortunately, jobs here all consisted of the most idiotic things you could think of.  Some people rode the same amusement park rides (carousel, etc.) all day. Mine in particular involved sitting at this bar, and then grabbing things the person in the bartender position would throw into this  recessed counter which had a conveyor belt on it.  Like he’d throw nickels in there and I was supposed to grab them, but it was OK if I didn’t, because all that mattered was that I was at work.

Most of the people who worked in this place were born into it.  Like their parents were pre-selected and ordered to make a child and all that, no one had sex for fun or even knew what that was.  People weren’t stupid, they just didn’t know anything.  They were inside this giant pre-built economy whose only purpose was consumption – these people worked these idiotic jobs to buy things from people working other idiotic jobs I guess.  It was all very weird.

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So it’s me and two friends from high school, and we’re entering this large, catholic boys home type looking building. You know, red brick, white trim, rectangular, no curves. We open this large entryway door and step into a small, cement room with a single light bulb (it’s on) and switch-coord hanging from it. We make a right turn and there is a small staircase up to another door. We open that door, and it opens into a room that’s not big enough to step around the door opening, so you have to like, walk around the room behind the door, then squeeze into a corner that’s just longer than the door, THEN close the door and go up a little stairway into another door. This door opens into another cement room with a large wicker high chair (like 6ft tall), and a door on the other side of it. That door leads into a small, lecture type classroom – where the back seats are higher up than the front, angled floor with steps, etc. The seats face a large open window, which looks down on the front yard of the house we entered.
Note that my friends vanished at some point (dream logic), so now it’s just me in the room, and I look different, kind of like late 30s, haggard looking native with shoulder length hair. The class is some kind of recruiting meteing for a group, and
they are talking about how badass they are. To demonstrate, the “lecturer” pulls out a sniper rifle and shoots a young boy that is walking around in the driveway. Without thinking I dive through the window (about 3rd story) and land on the ground (turns out I’m genetically enhanced and can do shit like that) and try to help the kid. I do this weird shit with my fingers on is eyelids, and he wakes up kind of, and I’m then plugging the hole in his body with my hand or something when the cops show up (no idea why, it was a silenced shot).

I’m facing away from the street, with my arms around this kid to try and stop him from bleeding out, and they think I have a bomb, so the cop (it was a female cop, with red hair) is telling me to raise my hands and stuff and I’m saying I can’t, have your officers come around the sides of me so you can see that I’m holding this kid. And they do, so I can turn around safely.

I then tell her that I’m FBI and not to send men into the house, because they won’t find anyone and will just cause more trouble, possibly endangering a sting operation we’ve been working on for a year. She doesn’t believe me so I give her this 5 digit code to punch into her phone and she says “That’s not long enough to be a phone number”, but I tell her to just do it, and sure enough it rings and someone picks up, and I give some kind of code, and then they tell her to do what I say and hang up.

As this is happening, more sniper fire starts, coming from different sides, and I hear the siren of the ambulance drawing loser. I tell her to have the cops stop the ambulance outside the street, and to get everyone the hell out of here. So we do.

Then, at the station as I’m waiting for my extraction, I’m telling her what’s going on, in her office or something. There’s his crazy group of terrorists..we call them that because they kill someone at random outside of recruiting meetings to force
any undercover agents to break cover and try to save the person – but we don’t know what they really want. Anyway, they’ve been recruiting around the world, and have this crazy teleportation technology that no one else has – they can make a door open o any other door, windows too – this is why there wouldn’t have been anyone in that building, because they weren’t really there. I leaped through the window from wherever they were, and even though the window in that building is broke where I jumped through, they were never really there. So, crazy terrorist organization with crazy technology and goals we have no idea about.

So they shoot someone at every recruiting drive to draw us out, and then, they kill the agent they drew out afterwards. We put the agents in a safe location, but every agent without fail that has left that location is killed. So my life is somewhat
forfeit, I’ll be trapped at that location until we catch them. So, I’m telling her I didn’t want her to mess things up anymore, because I already sacrificed my lifestyle so we could get more agents undercover – 3 guys, brainwashed Bourne Identity style, went in with me for deep cover, they don’t even know they are undercover, but will be triggered when they have enough info. The organization apparently has some kind of mind reader, because they’ve killed every agent that’s made it past the screening, so we’ve opted to try brainwashing, in hopes that that will make it through.

And she asks why I’m telling her all this, and I say it’s because she’s targeted too, since she was the first one on the scene, and obviously spoke to me. Her and her whole family will be relocated to our compound, or they would be killed otherwise. And then the scene skips forward to my office in the compound, and she’s asking me about what if she’s a spy they sent, and I say “They always try that too, and we always catch them.” And then these guys come in and start dragging her away. I tell her that she’s going for background checks and interrogation, if she passes she’s drafted into the team, if she fails and is a spy for hem, she’ll be killed and left in a ditch.

Then there’s this scene of me in a fancy (red velvet/gold trim curtains and chairs and shit) bar, I’ve left the compound (who knows why), and there are these guys that are obviously there to kill me. So I’m fighting them, and have taken most of them down, when I see someone coming up behind me and raising their hand – he’s got one of those hatchet things with a hammer on one side, axe blade on the other in his hand, his hand comes down, and then it goes black and I wake up.

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I realized after I woke up, that I was subconsciously writing the script for a GI Joe movie – the red headed girl was Scarlet, and this was like the movies intro scene with her getting drafted. The terrorists were Cobra, and they really do have a mind reader, and their goal is like the shadowy behind the scenes one world government type stuff, killing and replacing world leaders. They have crazy teleportation tech & mind readers, and we have genetically enhanced soldiers.