Well, I warned you. I think.

Being too lazy to check, I'm just going to assume that one of my first posts contained a warning that at some point I might use this blog to record any dreams I found particularly interesting.

Last night's was one of these. So, unless you like reading the strange dreams of others, feel free to disregard this post.

The dream started more or less with a man (who looked strangely like a real life version of "Quagmire" from Family Guy) wearing construction worker's clothing, in the middle of some sort of massive attack on the planet earth - the sky was red, flaming rocks were falling from the sky, people were screaming, etc. etc.

His wife - a teacher - was trapped down at the school and was trying to call his cell phone, so he could find and save her. He was panicking, but a friend ran up to him and told him, "Vince! Calm down! You're not helping her by freaking out! Now go!"
Vince, typically "Vinny," suddenly understood what his role was - and took off towards the school. While visually stunning, the sequence of him running half-way across a quaint southern town really didn't interest me that much so I won't describe it.

When he arrived at the school, it was half crushed by falling debris and damaged by missile fire. He forced his way inside, and found his wife trapped in the auto-shop. He rescues her, and suddenly the dream shifted direction.

I was watching from my own body now, rather than the movie-goer's omniscient third-party point of view, and hiding behind a piece of machinery, because while it was still the same room, it wasn't the auto-shop in a school under attack - no, it was the auto-shop in an abandoned high school, the building was in ruins, and the couple embracing so tenderly across the room from me was no longer Vince and his wife (though they looked the same) but a couple involved in some sort of sordid affair. I was hiding not because I didn't want them to see me, but because I didn't want the axe murderer sneaking up on them to notice me and possibly shift his attack. When I was sure he wouldn't hear me, I ran -
-straight down a hall that hadn't been there before, to a door outside. I wasn't being chased, I was trying to catch up to a group of friend who were going to a local anime-convention that I didn't think I'd be able to attend. There was a long line to get tickets, and the costumes looked great this year. I looked around trying to find my friends, and spotted some of the guys I've met playing Dagorhir, dressed in their gear. They took off, Jared - the leader of a guild - calling me to chase after.

I followed them at a run down halls and up and down stairs, having to stop and look around every time I turned a corner because they'd disappear into the crowd. I figured out that if I shouted "hail," he'd respond with "here" before taking off again, and so I eventually caught up, but only once they'd stopped to get lunch at an indoor food court where the convention was being held.

...And suddenly the axe murderer came charging out of the crowd after me, so I turned and ran again, this time as a young farm-boy named Tom, and I dashed through a door into some sort of under-ground home, like that in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 movie. Dusty, dirty, and full of unpleasant things. I continued running until I hit some sort of parlor, which was actually pretty nice and had a large-screen television. There was a decorative iron stove, a huge one, and hearing someone coming, I climbed inside and closed the door.

The door opened and - this is the funny part - EVIL Ben Franklin walked into the room. He looked around (I was watching through a crack in the door of the stove) and he spotted something wrong about the stove. I held still as I could, but he started towards me, picking up a poker, and as he was about to open the door, I kicked it open myself and jumped out and ran to the other side of a large table nearby, clutching a length of wood from by the stove.
He laughed, dropped his poker, and picked up a length of wood as well, saying something about playing fair. There was some short verbal exchange, and we circled the table - and suddenly a rattle-snake that had found its way into the parlor bit his leg, and he started screaming and jumping around. I thought about attacking him while he was distracted, but realizing that evil Ben Franklin was too big and strong for a small 9 year old farm boy to fight, I, as Tom, ran again - the door opened back into another part of the nasty areas of the under ground home, and seeing a drainage hole, I jumped in. It was a bit of a tight fit, but I managed to shove myself through just as I heard him coming after me. I came out the other side in dim sun light, and heard him trying to come after me - and realized that due to his size, he'd get stuck. So I ran back inside with the length of wood, thinking I could beat him up while he was still stuck, but as soon as I got back inside, he was coming back into the parlor, and I hid again by standing as still as I could on the other side of a very large cabinet, hoping he wouldn't see me again. He was swearing about the bite on his leg and approaching my location when, with my eyes shut so tightly, trying to control my breathing,

I shifted into consciousness.


Odd dream.