Category: Dreams

Oh man, the things my brain comes up with… 

Last night I dreamt I was heading home from work in a city. I would say “the city” but I don’t know what city I was in.

I was at a major train station and was heading to the regional train lines. Weirdly the trains didn’t seem to have sides to them, spread in front of me were carriages narrow, long bench seats running along their sides. In the seats people were jostling for the limited spaces. Up the centre was a low table-like structure that was really too thin to be of use to anyone, but did make it annoying to try and get past people to find a free space in which to sit.

It was just after 5pm. The train was due to leave at 5:15pm. I head towards the front of the carriage, near the driver, who was not in a compartment of her own, rather she was on a platform just before the end of the carriage. She had a single lever that I assume was used to start and stop the train’s movement.

I had to squeeze myself in between two ladies, requiring one of them to begrudgingly move her handbag from the seat beside her, it was still a bit squishy though and I apologises profusely for my encroachment on her space, but the journey was a long trip home.

As 5:15 passed and we approached the newly announced departure time of 5:30 people were becoming agitated.

5:30 passed and 5:45 was our new departure time. The locals were getting restless, a few had abandoned their seats, deciding to try and find an alternative way home, no reason had been given for the delay, just that it was ongoing for the time being.

A lady across from me, now with a space beside her, was noticing that the lady I was sitting next to was still annoyed about my proximity, regardless of my many and continuing apologies, or perhaps because of them, and she offered for me to come sit next to her, which I did.

I was striking up a conversation with my new friend Kelly, when a further announcement was made at 6:15 that there would be no services returning to service today.

There were large screens in the station that were visible to all as the carriages had no walls, the screens came alive with red lights flashing. Images were flashing across the screen of an attack in a city. A nuclear weapon had been used decimating a pocket of the city on the screen, not the city I was in.

This was replaced by a man on the screen asking the question… “How many weapons does it take to bring the world to attention?” Answering his own question he responded “Oh so many… but only one needs to detonate.”

“You have seen the power of the weapons we have, you will bow to our will, or you will die.” Everything was shut down. Everything went dark.

The following hours news spread that the aggressors had developed a new deployment method for nuclear warheads. They were basically housed in firework-like contraptions. They were easily launched into the air where they would detonate causing massive destruction below them, radiating for kilometres into the surrounds.

It was identified that over the years, after the US removed the sanctions on Russia with regard to their production of nuclear weapons, Russia had been at work. Although Chernobyl is one of the worst nuclear disasters the world has ever seen, but many wonder is Chernobyl safe? You can now visit there with a licenced tourist guide. They had managed to be involved in projects all over the world that had allowed them to bring these miniaturised weapons into the major cities of the worlds. They had been installed undetected and were basically being used to control the world. At any time they could send one off, as they had demonstrated.

So with just one detonation we had the start and the end of war, and new world leaders…

Clearly my brain has been over active of late. It should be noted that my dreams are mostly linear, it felt like I was there for the entire time, the conversations with my fellow travellers, the fear, the bustle of the crowds, all of which I left out of the detail above for as much brevity as I could, all happened.

My dreams are lucid, I know I’m dreaming, and I can choose to wake, or not. In fact prior to this dream I had another which I chose to abandon.

Equally as detailed, about a visit to a Japanese-inspired house that had been converted to a restaurant and small bed and breakfast. It was beautiful, but then something happened that I didn’t like so much, so I woke up and left that dream behind.

The image above is from Flickr’s The Commons project. “Atomic Bomb Test“

Last night I spent the night hopping through space until I reached the end of the universe. Want to know what’s there? Not much, a small landmass not much bigger than a football field, enclosed in an atmospheric bubble.

I visited a lot of planets, or planet-like structures and attended two weddings while I slept last night.

The first must have been here on Earth, my whole family was there, and that’s where the spacing hopping began.

The second wedding was on the second hop. In a strange house with many floors and doors and beautiful carpeting by carpettogo.com/carpet-bellevue-wa/. At this one I didn’t see the wedding ceremony, but I saw the preparations, as I moved through the house.

At one point I arrived on a large shelf in a shopping centre and had to climb down the glass shelves to the floor of the store. The female humanoid who was the storekeeper berating me all along, then calling for security once I’d made it to the floor. I left the shopping complex and was outside, saw a dog, patted it and hopped again, still patting a dog (not the same one) when I arrived at the new destination.

Each hop seemed to have a connection. From this hop I went on walking through a field of long grass, so long I could run my hands through it without bending. I hopped again arriving in another field, but this one at the end of a season and the grass was short and brown.

It went on and on, spending what seemed like a few hours at each location. While I did interact with the inhabitants at most destinations, I don’t quite recall what was said, as the memory of the dream is fading almost as fast as I can write it down.

I know the final hop, the one that took me to the little pocket at the end of the universe, was while holding a baseball-like card, looking at the player on the card. When arriving at the final destination, I was again holding a card, this one for a different, unknown, sport. It implied that the world I was on was once much larger. In my time there I was able to make it around what remained of the “planet” and could find no playing areas to play such a sport.

While I love dreams like these, I also hate them a little on waking. Partly because I’m a vivid dreamer, my dreams are often a complete narrative, rather than snapshots, I also often wake from them more tired than when I went to sleep. Almost as if I did live out the time it had taken to play out the narrative.

I also tend to dream on a theme, this one was completely different to any other dream I’ve had before. A refreshing change indeed, but I am so tired, and I only just woke up!

I stood fast before the door, pondering it’s ability to exist, I looked for flagstone and foundations believing it to a remnant of a home now gone. But none were there, just a door in the middle of a field. And me standing before the door.

Reaching out, I placed my hand on its roughened surface, the door, once white, now tattooed with cracks showing a faded greying wood below. Rubbing a panel tiny flecks of paint darted here and there.

I pushed on the door in an attempt to push it over and be done with the lie that a door could simply exist, standing free. Rather than fall I heard the distinct click of a latch and the groan of hinges that hadn’t moved for many years, and I saw the door begin to swing open.

My eyes widened taking in the horror of the place beyond the door. A rush of heat littered with grit warmed my face, an acrid stench filled my nose as terror gripped my heart.

I stepped beyond the threshold, gravel scraping below my feet pushing into the flesh. I stepped further in, drawn by an unknown desire to be within this place.

Behind me the door closed, I heard the groan of the hinges, the click of the latch and turned to see the door was no more. I was enveloped by the the scene, I felt alone.

Then I felt I was being watched, the sensation was unmistakable. Eyes were on me from the darkness. A ragged call from the void hurt my ears and set my heart racing faster.

First one, then many misshapen figures were making their way through the darkness, I felt the heat rising as the crowd drew near.

And then there was a beam of light, it descended from the cavern, moving its way through the black until it surrounded me. There was a flood of fear beyond the light. A scream of agony and the smell of burning flesh.

Bathed in the light I turned my face upward and smiled. My feet left the ground, I was ascending, accompanied by a chorus of guttural groans from those left below. And I heard a voice. She called to me from above and said unto me

“Welcome home.”