Mike asked me to make a guest appearance on his blog here to describe not one, but two dreams i had last night.
dream 1:
in typical Inception fashion, the beginning of my dream is a mystery. somehow, i ended up in the most beautiful south american ocean village i've ever seen. i was on some sort of vacation with two people my imagination had created. the village sat right on the beach under the shadow of a long row of cliffs and rock formations. surrounded by lush green rainforest on all sides. a plane had to be taken to reach this tropical paradise. i know this because the new mayor or town leader was crooked, and brought in a team of mercenaries to dispose of a large faction of rebels hiding in the nearby cliffs. i was apparently there for some sort of sail boat race. my boat, the american was flawless. a red stained wood deck with full living quarters encased with a pearl white hull. during the race my fellow travelers and i decided we weren't having fun, so we escaped into a small cove where no one would find us. we went ashore and found a large cavern that opened into an entire cave system. we were met by the rebels, who asked for our help fighting the new mayor and his mercenaries. the cave, which had an awesome portuguese name that basically meant something along the lines of "the labyrinth", had been populated by mayans or incans before their extermination, and they imbued it with magical characteristics. glowing rocks, paths that changed. in the main cavern there was a constantly changing map made of stones and sand. i awoke shortly after that point, i'm not quite sure what happened in the village, but i feel as though we won.
dream 2:
this one's a little weird. again, inception-style, don't remember the beginning of the dream. and again, i was on vacation with strangers. we were at some sort of ancient arena where warriors had once fought centuries ago. it seemed to be somewhere arid, and most definitely in another country. all at once, there was an immense quake, and myself along with maybe a dozen or so other people were left standing in some sort of run down building that was a part of the arena itself. across the arena was another building, and a small group seemed to think this building was safe. when they ran out into the arena, which had pillars and barriers scattered throughout, several demonic man-like beings appeared and slaughtered them. that was evidence enough that we were all in danger, and needed to find some sort of escape. we decided to stay in the building we were already in and try to explore more. we eventually found our way to an armory of sorts, and picked out weapons consisting of swords, axes, hammers, and knives, along with armor. we fought off the hordes of demonic beings that attacked us again and again. there seemed to only be 6 or 7 "models" of these demons, and they were just being respawned. there was one particular demon that always seemed to find me specifically and taunt me. for some reason our cars were still present, and i recall several of them exploding somehow. the onslaught finally ceased, and i convinced several members of the group we needed to leave the arena entirely. at that point i woke up, immediately texted mike about these dreams, and tried to return to sleep to hopefully drop back into the arena dream, but i remember nothing from my third REM session.
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