Another dream.
Trapped by a neigh unkillable man whose reckless behavior is sure to doom us all, my wife and I crawl through his plans to nibble at the wiring. Luckily, our enemy is vainglorious and megalomaniacal, so he keeps us around. I'm running to the Egyptian room to look for the knife that can kill him; they're commonly put in crypts. My wife found the last one. Our enemy identified it. I realized its importance because, you see, this knife can kill ghosts. I look for a burial knife but I only have thirty seconds. I run back out to the hallway, wife trailing. He can't catch us in the egyptian room. He's oblivious, but he's not stupid. He can put two and two together. My wife looks puzzled, though. Wait! I never told her what I know--that the knife can kill ghosts and cut dreams to ribbons, can sever a metaphor and carve apart a memory. I've got to tell her; she can look while I occupy his attention. He sees only me as a threat because he's a man, but I married a clever woman who can save us all. I turn to tell her
Fresh morning air. Perhaps the dream will come back. But I doubt it.
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Most definitely you have intriguing dreams. I usually have only vague wisps on them left if I happen to wake before they're finished. I don't know if that's comforting or not.
ReplyDeleteThis dream is the most beautiful I've ever had, and I've had it twice now. Everything in the museum is art deco and long straight lines and soft dark colors like wine red and regal purple. The roof of the atrium has been blown away and the detritus litters the floor. You can see the sky boiling overhead, full of fire.
ReplyDeleteIt's really an amazing place to be.
I know I dream in detail, but there usually seems to be a part of me that's like, "Seriously? You're dreaming this because you watched Stargate SG-1 and looked at the 1986 copy of National Geographic where the Titanic was featured on the cover." Still, that was a cool dream.
ReplyDeleteI really loved this dream. I love how you describe it. The mice, the metaphor and memory, the sexism of the villain. Just great.
ReplyDeleteI only now realize that I wrote "He can't catch us here" and it should be "I can't let him catch us here."
ReplyDeleteThanks. I loved this dream.