Dream Time - SuperJer Forum

aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 5042
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I had a short and sweet one last night. It feels like the dream was missing a massive amount of backstory, but that sort of fit with the theme of rampant memory loss.

I'll describe the scenery first. I spent the entire time in what well could have been an extremely old volcano crater, or an ancient bomb crater that just happened to be right at the top of a hill. The crater was just large enough to fit two tennis courts, a miniature park, a hexagonal single floor house, a convenience store and a cul-de-sac in the middle. There was road going through a gap in one side of the crater that led down to a ruined modern city and an ocean. There was a great deal of plant-life growing happily inside the crater, but outside everything was mostly dead and barren.

Shadows often passed over the crater as enormous manta-ray like creatures lazily flew hundreds of feet above in packs of three or four. Occasionally an even larger but clearly artificial manta-ray like jet/flying battleship would fly over, irritatingly loudly I might add. Nothing up in the sky was ever of any consequence, it was just there.

At the start of the dream there were around thirty people living in the crater. People were dressed well and clean, not what one would expect in a post-apocalyptic world with ruined cities and barren lands. Everyone in the crater was suffering from some varying degree of memory loss. It was almost random what memories were missing, except that nobody could remember their name and on top of that most people had no form of identification. Except for that fact that GaryJer remembered my name and I remembered his, and except for Mr. Hill, who still had his driver's license, people had to make due with nicknames.

The only person who had been in the crater before I had shown up was a tall, fit and tan young woman in a black and red tennis outfit nicknamed "Rice". She wasn't Asian, it was just that when GaryJer, Mr. Hill, "Gold", "Glass" and I came to the crater (we were, according to my dream memory system [DMS], the first group to show up, and I don't know how Gold and Glass got their names) the only thing she had been eating from the confusingly oversized basement freezer in the convenience store was teriyaki rice bowls. She had eaten at least fifty of them. She's weird. Whatever.

Mr. Hill was a man in his thirties with a distinguished air about him, he wore a white suit that was probably more expensive than my truck, and except for GaryJer and I, was the only person who owned a firearm. In fact, nobody other than us three could remember what firearms were. However, we never used them for any purpose. Gold looked and dressed like a Supermodel, with long blond hair and perfect complexion. She also had the annoying habit of trying to have sex with me, no matter how thoroughly involved I already was with Rice. Glass was a stereotypical "Goth" teen girl with pale skin, black hair, way too much eyeliner and silly looking dark clothes. Glass slept on a couch in the hexagonal house. Always. I never saw her move more than breathing required. The only other person of note was a slightly overweight lesbian named "Torpedo".

Now, all this seems like a fantastic set up for adventure, conspiracy and mysteries... but hardly anything happened in the whole dream. And none of what happened would be out of the ordinary in a romantic comedy. Rice was by all means my girlfriend, I don't really know how we got started, but we spent all of our time together. I assume, anyway, what took place in the dream would only take an hour at most. Gold clearly wanted to steal my poontang, and Torpedo was secretly in love with Rice. And by secretly I mean that everyone but Rice knew about it. Torpedo also hated me very much. The whole dream seemed to be focused on our love triangle, although it's not really a triangle, I suppose. I guess it's a love... one of these --> /\/ With the points in the middle being Rice and I, and the points on the end being Torpedo and Gold.

Anyway, enough explanation! The first thing I did was step outside of the hexagonal house with a cup of coffee. Rice was a minute behind me in getting ready, we were going to play tennis. She was certainly better than me, but at least I could play... unlike real life. Before I could take a sip I was assaulted by the amorous advances of Gold. She sat at a two person round glass table just outside the house and pretended she didn't notice me. She was wearing a very short skirt and had her legs spread wide open and aimed directly at me. When I tried to walk past and ignore her, she stood up with designs of grooming some non-existent specks of dust off my person. Before she could get far and before I could "accidentally" spill my coffee on her, Rice showed up and slapped her good and hard. Rice said, "Bad girl, down!" in an unavoidably demeaning way, and Gold stormed off, presumably to act huffy and irritate somebody else. Glass continued to sleep inside.

A crowd had formed to watch Rice and I play our match. Everyone but Glass was there. I don't remember if it was three or five sets, but it doesn't really matter, because I never won a set anyway. There was obviously very little to do in the crater, as crowds don't usually form for a sporting event where the outcome is already known. Surprisingly, the match took quite a while. I managed to return the ball over the net on average a dozen times before she scored, and I managed to stay a single point behind for quite a while before she eventually won the set. I think she was going easy on me on purpose. After Rice won, the crowd formed around her to tell her how great she was. In the bustle Torpedo got awkwardly close to Rice, stomped on my foot, and poked me very hard in the stomach. Everyone acted like it was a championship match between pros because they had nothing better to do. Everyone except for Glass, of course, who was far too tired to join us.

Afterwards I joked with Mr. Hill about shooting Gold and Torpedo, and hiding their bodies in the freezer. He seemed to think it was a good idea, and I'm afraid I had to convince him I wasn't really serious. GaryJer finished our conversation by telling me he had spotted a convoy of military vehicles passing through the ruined city with his scoped rifle. I took note of this, although there was nothing to be done about it, and returned to the hexagonal house. Inside I sat with Rice on a couch, sweaty as we were... the only shower was in use. We looked over Glass, who was sleeping, of course, out a window that overlooked the ruined city and had a good view of the sky. We watched the flying mantas soar overhead for a while and discussed racquet technique and ways to get Gold together with Mr. Hill or GaryJer. Glass let out a barely audible moan and I woke up.

I also have a vague memory of talking with Mr. Hill and GaryJer about how we had concluded that the world ended up in the state it was in only a year ago, even though most people believed everything had been destroyed for decades. I don't remember when we talked about that.

That was the most pointless contextually consistent dream I have ever had.

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2009 Dec 2 at 21:47 UTC — Ed. 2009 Dec 2 at 22:09 UTC