I had a pretty cool one last night, enough so that I had to write down my impressions of it immediately after waking.
Over the years I have noticed that there is what I have come to associate as a common
millieu with some of my dreams, usually these are the ones I remember best, even more so if I jot a few notes down.
Of course, somebody else's dreams are generally boring, certainly mine will be no different.
I suppose I should attempt to briefly outline this odd
millieu as I have witnessed it develop over the years. It ranges approximately from the general area of Kansas City, MO down to Louisiana. But it is of course not exactly the same, I always get the sense that it is in either a future or some strange roughly parallel universe. There are far fewer people, and frequently I will wander the landscape never seeing anyone.
The buildings, grounds, and vehicles all appear to have been very recently occupied, maintained and/or used. Power is on, automatic doors work sometimes vehicles will be left running!
Sometimes, I am in this dream-world as part of either the military, para-military or ad-hoc citizens militia (it is difficult to tell). When these happen, there is some sort of a mission going on.
One of my earliest remembered dreams was where I was part of a group that was about to split up and go in different directions; the Old Lady was with the wimmins & kids about to head off in one direction and I was with the men about to head off in another. We were all armed; wimmins, kids and men. I was saying 'bye to the Old Lady, but not in the "forever" way: the Manly men were going to go off in their direction as sort of a diversionary tactic to cover/draw fire to effect the way out of whatever shit we were in for the wimmins and kids.
Other dreams involve some sort of cave system in the limestone bluffs/hills around the KCMO area, sort of reminiscent of the cave villages found in the Middle East/SW Asia area. These seem to be a sort of refugee-camp type deal, and either I alone or my small group are usually passing through. There have also been a few of similar villages tucked away in what I take to be the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas, although these usually feature those cool limestone houses tucked away in some backwoods mountain valley. The Arkansas ones seem less refugee and more permanent, but still hidden.
Downtown KCMO has been "domed" or something, covered over? I am not quite sure, but in this world all the major highways that meet at Downtown serve as the entrances into what seems to be a mountain, you don't see the skyline anymore as you approach: just these dark over-pass looking entrances. Vehicles don't use these entrances, it is foot traffic only. Like going into NORAD or something. Once inside, it is actually open and airy with some light coming in from a few skylights in whatever is covering downtown. There are weird M.C. Escher-esque catwalks between the buildings, and some have been connected to each other in what resemble the interior of the Embassy Suites hotels:
Down-town is decidedly not a refugee camp, it is full of the business suit type folks. I always get the impression that the hated Johnson Countians (KS) have relocated there. Sometimes I am just visiting for some unknown reason, but I don't like being there. Other times I am there on some sort of mission, sometimes alone sometimes not, when those go on I go into the mechanical section with all the big pipes, conduits & utility stuff. Like you are sneaking into the "Employees Only" area at the old 1980's malls. In fact, it has a very distinct 1980's "mall vibe" downtown.
On a few occasions I have been to what I take to be Denver Colorado and the mountains to the west of there.
There is always the Apocalypse/Rapture kind of vibe to them, but never really any sort of struggle or fight. The scene is always in between that stuff, either getting ready to "go in" or "moving out" after the fact. Sometimes there is a a pursuer(s), but we (or when I am solo "I") always seem to get away. I think once I flew away!
Ha, I fly rarely, but those are always fun. Apparently, I
can fly but do not know how to do it "on command." Sometimes it happens when I trip over something and SURPRISE I can fly! Once I got chased off a cliff, I knew in the dream that I would fly, but honestly didn't understand how. The look on the people's faces chasing me stuck on the cliff was priceless; As were the two females that parachuted into the landing-zone (I think they were Russian/Ukrainian) from the cliff incident.
Last night's dream (if anyone is still reading this) involved, I guess, those two Russian/Ukrainian ladies and my "Battle Buddy."
"Buddy" and I were apparently setting up a position at an up-scale house that seemed like it was set up for a dinner or cocktail party. Buffet set up in the kitchen, clean glasses neatly arrayed, etc. Nothing was unwrapped or eaten yet, and the hosts were not present. Had a feeling like they had been hustled off elsewhere, or maybe they were hiding in the basement or something? Dunno.
"Buddy" was set up with either a M2(.50cal), M240(7.62mm) or M249(5.56mm) on the balcony above the front door as overwatch. I was outside the front door setting up my position; I didn't like it very much: the way our 90-degree field of fire zone was set up I didn't have much cover or concealment other than the shrubs to the side of the front door and there was a big double garage at right angles to the front door with a big empty patio for me to traverse to get inside the house to our "rally" point if shit went "south."
I was moving the cast iron furniture in front of the garage doors, and "Buddy" was laughing at me: he thought "nobody is going to put chairs in front of garage doors at a party, man!" I told him to fuck off and watch to the north, apparently the main threat was from that way and "they" were in the area, dammit. Shut up and soldier, soldier!
After providing myself a bit of concealment with those chairs we were discussing exfiltration options; he is on a balcony above me facing north watching and chatting. If "the shit" gets too heavy he will lay down suppressive fire, as any good over-watch will do; while I duck into the front door and cover that while he hoofs it downstairs. I assume we are going to exit some other way? Do we have a vehicle in that double-garage? Don't know? Maybe we sneak out the back door. That isn't important.
In the middle of our chat, he apparently spots something interesting behind me to the north. I turn around and head out to the blind corner of that double garage (the extent of my field of movement per plan) and see on the street running east to west between us and the creek on the other side a Light truck with a trailer attached headed east.
The truck takes a turn down the T-intersection and pulls into the driveway of the house across the street (to the east of our house), the garage door of that house opening as they pull up. I recognize them immediately and walk down to the end of "my" driveway, to see my Ukrainian lady friend is tied up on the trailer wearing civilian clothes. The truck stops in front of the opened and light garage across the street, and my Russian lady friend jumps out of the cab and unties the the lass in the trailer, laughing.
These ladies, are going to set up with their own 90-degree field of fire to the west/north covering our blindspot from the double garage. Ukraine trailer-girl teases me a bit as she is getting up: her T-shirt is a bit big and there is a GREAT view of her bra-less milkers that she kinda shakes for me as she is getting up. Bitch, but I love her! Ha, "Buddy" is pissed: from his angle he can't see anything but what his dirty imagination can conjure up.
Russian driver-girl comes back from whatever she was doing in the garage, leers at me and grabs "Ukie" in a
brown-chicken brown-cow manner and hustles her towards the house before jumping in the truck and getting it into that garage, I think she manages to turn it around for a quick exit somehow... Skillz and
hawt, yeah baby!
I think this is the "exfill" me and Buddy were discussing before we were so pleasantly interrupted,
quelle surprise; I suddenly can't WAIT for this boring mission (whatever it is) to be over, I am ready for the "after-party"!
Speaking of interruptions, this is apparently when: MEANWHILE BACK IN THE
REAL WORLD SOMEBODY'S DAMN ALARM CLOCK IS GOING OFF...
Hah!
