the joker

So…I’ve had this dream before—several times.  I don’t know why.

I’m in this house that used to belong to my grandparents—but it’s different, a lot bigger.  There were many people there.  Fighting a war.  Against the Joker.  And the Riddler.

We’re moving from room to room fighting against all the Joker’s men, shooting back and forth.  At one point, I get shot in the arm but it doesn’t hurt.  However, we’re losing and I take some of the blood from my arm and wipe it all over my face and try to pretend to be dead so none of the bad guys will come hurt me.

At some point, all survivors are ordered to a large gathering room.  They told us it’s just a surrender and we won’t be hurt, so I get up and go to the room. 

I found Carleigh and told her, “I always have this dream when we’re in this house.  It’s weird.  How can I always have the same dream?”

Then we went to the large room and everyone was lining up.  It was like trying to go through customs at the airport.  Suddenly, I remember from the last dream that this is a set up.  The Joker is pretending to be at peace with us, and when we all get in here, he’s going to blow the place up.  I remembered that in the last dream, he was covered in a grey trench coat and a grey hat.  I found a little man going through a line in the grey coat and hat, and picked him up, turned him upside down and started beating it on the table.  It turned out that it wasn’t a man.  It was a container of Anti-A serum with a grey dropper top.  It broke in my hand as I was hitting it on the table.  I had to pull glass shards out of my hand and it was gross.

I never found the Joker, but we never got blown up.  I guess I moved on to another dream at that point. 

wolf machine dream

**inspired by The Hunger Games and Divergent, i'm sure of it.  

My family was visiting Japan when Mount Fuji erupted 20 years ago.  I was 3 years old at the time.  The eruption destroyed half of Tokyo and over three-quarters of the population perished.  Survivors were put into districts according to social status.  All non-Japanese people were placed in district 6 or 7, depending on how many children they had.  At that time my family was placed in district 6.  My older brother was 10.  When my younger brother was born, the government moved us to district 7.  The government was trying to control the number of people living in Tokyo.  The lower districts were discouraged from having children.

When I turned 23, the president came to district 7 for a visit.  We became friends, and he let me move up to district 1.  On my way there, I visited the other districts.  Each one looked the same.  There was one building where everyone lived.  All the business and government offices were in this building.  The government offices were on the 5^th floor—the top floor—of each building. 

When I reached district one, the president took me to my apartment.  It was on the 5^th floor, next to a large room that no one ever entered, it seemed.  One night, I snuck out of my room and hid around the corner.  The president snuck down the hallway and went into the large room and I snuck in behind him.  The room was full of young women that the president used in any way he wanted.  Disgusted, I ran out of the room and down the stairs.  I pulled the fire alarm so everyone in the building would have to leave.  After the “all clear” was given, we all walked back up the stairs and I went to bed.

The next day, the president sent someone to my apartment and invited me to his office.  when I got in there, there were a lot of people standing around a TV.  Every year the district made a music video making fun of the previous year’s number 1 hit.  We sat around the TV and watched it.

Suddenly, the office turned into a large auditorium in the center of the town.  It was a big ceremony to congratulate the women in the secret room for making the video, and to give an update on all the districts.  A State of the Union, I guess.  I was standing near the edge of the room, when a wolf machine moved toward me. 

He said, “It’s time.  Represent us!” 

I asked, “Are you here?  Ready?”

“Yes,” he said.

“All of you?”  I wanted to be sure.

“All of us,” he said and snorted.

I walked around some of the people sitting and listening to the president speak.  I walked up the center aisle and hopped up onto the stage, next to the president.

“And what would I do without my most trusted advisor?” he said and put his arm around me.

I held up a small plastic disc with the number 8 in the middle, and pulled a knife out of my pocket.

“I am the representative for the rebels in district 8!” I yelled at the crowd, showed the district 8 disc to the whole audience, and stabbed the president in the heart.

A riot broke out and all the district 8 wolf machines ran into the audience and started ripping apart the people who supported the president.

coyote dream

we were out in the backyard of this house we used to live in.  the dogs were in a big cage about the size of the backyard, but there was no official fence so other animals could get in.  the dogs were in the cage for protection from the rabid coyote.  the dogs weren't baron and gunner.  it was baron and winnie, but winnie was baron's sister instead of gunner's sister, and she looked exactly like baron, but more feminine.

we let the dogs out to potty and the coyote came toward us.  we got the dogs in the cage as soon as we could and then someone came through a gate beside the house.  i looked over to see who it was and why they dared enter the territory of the coyote.  it was dennis quaid.  and he had only one arm.  i told him to look out because there's a coyote over near the dog cage.  he said he knows...the coyote is the reason he only has one arm.

the next thing i know, dennis quaid has the dogs out of the cage, playing with them.  i yelled at him to put my dogs back in the cage so the coyote doesn't get them.  he did, and said we need to get rid of the coyote.

carleigh came out with a gun.  she handed me a bottle of saline and said to spray it in the coyote's eyes to distract him and she will shoot him.  so i sprayed the saline in his eyes and his eyes dilated and he sat down next to the cage.  carleigh pointed the gun at him and fired it, but no bullets came out.  she tried again  but nothing happened.  i said, "dude, what's wrong with your gun?"  she said she didn't know.  dennis quaid said, "hey, that guy has a gun" and pointed to a big guy.  the guy showed his gun to us but said we couldn't use it.

having to think of another way to kill the coyote, carleigh said to keep spraying him with saline, and she bent over the coyote and started cutting something on his back.  she said keep spraying him and he will die.  she went inside the house.

after a few minutes of spraying him with saline, the coyote put on a pair of sunglasses, blocking the saline.  but i had just run out of saline anyway.  then the coyote said, "man, this sucks.  look how black everyone looks."  and he started thrashing around trying to kill everything in his sight.

i ran inside the house and found carleigh.  she asked if it worked.  i said "no, he put on some sunglasses and now he's just pissed off!"

....then gunner jumped on the  bed and woke me up.  :-)