Dreams...
What is a dream and most importantly why do we dream? After waking from my morning nap my body, felt distinctly tired and equally dampened with perspiration.
In my dream, a man passes by a brilliant shined steel wall and immediately becomes intrigued by his reflection. He sees a tall muscular man in his thirties with almost delicately Greek sculptured features. He is wearing a blue rubberized suit with a long flowing cape of the same color, a gold Roman type helmet but without the horsehair plume, and a futuristic sidearm of some description.
Suddenly his brief reverie becomes distracted by not words exactly but emotions felt through his helmet that through some form of mental telepathy he could hear others whispering. Electricity seemed to dominate the air with highly charged blue bucky-balls of lightening forcefully and energetically sprinting through the air.
Multiple comments reached his mind along with the emotion of fear and distrust, “He’s Alien!” “Can we trust him?,” “Yes, but he is a warrior.” “A warrior older than five centuries and you want to trust someone like that!” The man slowly turns and looks to the area of comments and sees a large curved bridge area with men and woman huddled around strange looking instruments but the most spectacular view is coming from forward screens surrounding the front portion of the bridge and the multitude of blurring lights speeding by. It is then he realizes he is on the flight deck of the Empire’s very own Battlecruiser, a starship of immense proportions, the Merlin and he, Lord Corot van Hennef of the Empire race of the Ephaphtha a babysitter to “HUMANS!”
MORE LATER… Time for med’s and my afternoon nap…hopefully I’ll not forget the dream but Jane knows shorthand and helped me with some notes. Hey, I may even have another dream to recount after this nap!
In my dream, a man passes by a brilliant shined steel wall and immediately becomes intrigued by his reflection. He sees a tall muscular man in his thirties with almost delicately Greek sculptured features. He is wearing a blue rubberized suit with a long flowing cape of the same color, a gold Roman type helmet but without the horsehair plume, and a futuristic sidearm of some description.
Suddenly his brief reverie becomes distracted by not words exactly but emotions felt through his helmet that through some form of mental telepathy he could hear others whispering. Electricity seemed to dominate the air with highly charged blue bucky-balls of lightening forcefully and energetically sprinting through the air.
Multiple comments reached his mind along with the emotion of fear and distrust, “He’s Alien!” “Can we trust him?,” “Yes, but he is a warrior.” “A warrior older than five centuries and you want to trust someone like that!” The man slowly turns and looks to the area of comments and sees a large curved bridge area with men and woman huddled around strange looking instruments but the most spectacular view is coming from forward screens surrounding the front portion of the bridge and the multitude of blurring lights speeding by. It is then he realizes he is on the flight deck of the Empire’s very own Battlecruiser, a starship of immense proportions, the Merlin and he, Lord Corot van Hennef of the Empire race of the Ephaphtha a babysitter to “HUMANS!”
MORE LATER… Time for med’s and my afternoon nap…hopefully I’ll not forget the dream but Jane knows shorthand and helped me with some notes. Hey, I may even have another dream to recount after this nap!
I'm always fascinated by how other people can make their dreams sound so interesting and random at the same time. Mine are always so boring, like I drove to work and instead of work it looked like a my high school. The End.
Posted by Anonymous | October 09, 2005 9:05 PM