The following is an adaption of a dream I had last night, so, yes, it will be weird and might be upsetting. I have had a lot of weird dreams in my lifetime, but I tend to forget them. For some reason, I remembered this one very vividly, all through the day. It was disturbing me. Anyways, this might also be the beginning of something new. Whenever I remember a dream, I will, to the best of my abilities, adapt it for you. That should prove to be interesting for both of us. And, hopefully, it will help me to begin lucid dreaming. That will be wild.
“I don’t exactly remember why it happened, but it did. There was a starting point slightly off from the center of the galaxy. From that starting point, there was a destructive force that radiated out, destroying everything in its path.
The only people who escaped the terrible destruction were me and an old fisherman, who quickly became my best friend. His most prized possession was an old man’s head he carried around. It’s name was Hal. It was made out of clay and had a curly beard and a curly, plastered head of hair.
When our submarine landed on the earth that we were visiting, to get away from the other earth, the submarine disappeared and we were living in a tall, metal tower. It was always sunny. The tower had a little reservoir lake under the top floor. The natives of that place would supply us with fish and he would open up the hatch to the little reservoir lake, dump them in, and begin fishing. The metal tower resembled a silo and was not much taller than a Hotel 8. I liked to live up there, because I was scared of the natives. They looked exactly like humans, but they weren’t.
The metal silo tower we lived in was at the end of a pier. There was an ocean all around us. The natives didn’t have a home. They floated on the coast, staring at us. I didn’t like them. Everything was green, even the trees. Even the mountains.
When I finally decided to climb down from the tower, with Hal at my side, I walked up to the natives and asked them, “Do you have a leader?”
Luckily, they spoke English.
“No, we don’t have a leader. We will worship you! You are far more inferior to us. We will worship the humans!”
Happily, I instructed the old fisherman to come down from the metal silo tower and join me, assuring him that it would be okay.
They started to surround us and tell us about a metal place beyond the green hills. This surprised us, because the natives didn’t seem to have built anything. Furthermore, there was nothing man-made on the six by six world, except the metal silo tower and the pier. So, there was a metal place beyond the hills?
The natives turned on us and began chasing us up the silo. The silo opened up into an art museum and we were running through it, pulling down the paintings as we ran. The natives were wearing police uniforms and I was being chased for crimes of another kind. There was a large teddy bear at the end of the corridor, so I ran into its arms and he took me down to the basement, which was full of broken glass and broken, pale blue stairs. I didn’t like it.
The police found me and took me up into space. I saw the entire galaxy and watched the destruction radiate from its starting point.”
Okay, I got it off my chest. Ah, I feel much better now.