Dreams (not the kind that you chase)

The night prior to me typing this I had a few dreams which I would like to share with my beloved audience.

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The first dream began in the middle of downtown Lubbock, I was standing just West of the local landmark, "haunted hotel," there were various other citizens milling about with me, and it was dusk. There was a flash of blue light and, this being dreamworld, I was immediately aware that the majority of people outside of the shockwave of the flash/blast were dead and that a lot of them had turned into insane zombie people. Oddly, this did not perplex or frighten me, rather I realized that I had just dreamed what was essentially a *SPOILERS* plot point in Watchmen*SPOILERS*. I think I later proceeded to fight zombie people/run around.

What I believe caused this dream. First off, I've had comics on the brain recently what with TDK coming out and the Watchmen trailer. I also briefly discussed zombies and the book World War Z, with Ben Law 2 nights prior, so that may have contributed. Or, possibly my brain was reflecting on my internal struggle to find my place in a world full of people who are seemingly mad or spiritually dead. The brain is kind of a dick in that it doesn't let you know what the hell is going on in dreams.

2
This dream was more of a brief scene. In this scene, the late John Paul II is standing before a council of Cardinals (not the ones that play American sports) and he is told that he must face trials to become the new pope. Apparently, I went back in time in dream land. Then I was able to witness the first of the pope's trials, which was, fighting an anthropomorphic gorilla. I realize that, being primates, gorillas already anthropomorphize themselves, but this was like he was fighting a man dressed in a gorilla suit, but it was a gorilla. Also it was 7' tall. I can only assume that the pope went on face more trials where he fought other fantastical beasts. Dreamland also took me to mythical Greece, because that is totally the plot of the Heracles myth.

How this dream came to be: I have no idea. Maybe I just wanted to see a man fight a monkey. My main theory is that I was dreaming about David Haladay, who is not only popely, but also fought a monkey in his youth. Why Mr. Haladay/Pope/Heracles are infiltrating my dreams, I do not know, I can only assume it is an allegory for the trials of manhood I must face after graduating high school. Hopefully, I won't have to combat any large mammals, because I don't have any boxing gloves.

3
This dream was set some strange dystopian cartoon land. There was an expanse of green, clearly animated grass ahead of me, in an entirely 2D environment, the grass was little more than 2 hillocks of a sickly irradiated green. The sky beyond it occupied 3/4 of my field of vision and was a menacing shade of black blue, like a bruise. Cropping up beyond the second grassy hillock were 3 buildings smashed beside each other, the leftmost the shortest, the middle the tallest, and the rightmost in between. They were black with cartoonish windows and outlined in purple. I was standing beside Lindsey, but rather than speak we were texting. When she did speak, she said, "Claire sent me this text." She displayed the message which read, "I used to think he was hideous, but now he's sort of cute." Claire then materialized beside me and we kissed, but in a very 1980's teen drama fashion, my alarm rang right as our lips met.

Dream explanation: This one is the most straightforward. I text Lindsey a lot and I would like to kiss Claire. It also says a lot about my personality in that in a dream, where I can be or do anything, I describe myself as only "kind of cute." (I am very cute)