Weekend Dreaming

Dreams are pretty rare for me. Or perhaps I should say remembering that I had any is pretty rare. The fact that I had two in a row is pretty significant in my opinion. So I’ve decided to start documenting them, and although I’m a few days late with these, at least it’s a start. Some of the details are vivid; some are sketchy. I’ll try to express them as well as I can, but they’re fragmented.

Friday night

I’m at the old house on Highview, but time is current. I’m standing in the kitchen, talking to my parents while they sit at the dining room table. It’s mid morning, springtime maybe. I’m fixing something to eat. Later: standing outside of my room, in front of the house chatting with friends. A girl we haven’t seen in a while drives up and gets out of the car. A glance of something that looks like opal. She is short. She gives me hugs and kisses. She wants me, and her teeth are shining like mother of pearl. I wake up feeling lust.

Saturday night

I’m living on the fourth floor(?) of an apartment building / condo type thing. It’s one of those two story deals where the bedroom is a like a loft, and it overlooks the living space. It’s early evening. There are friends or neighbors over, and we’re watching the fighting outside through the window. It’s a war; full scale ground and air forces, and it’s not too far away. We want to go to the bomb shelter in the basement, but we can’t pull ourselves away from this. There is some kind of floating air base in the distance, fighting off air attacks with it’s battery of missiles and phalanx weapons. The base reminded me of the old missile batteries built during the cold war to protect metropolitan areas, and the aircraft making the attacks were like some highly maneuverable version of the JSF. The air base fires a few missiles, and the aircraft go into evasive action; scrambling and heading our way. I swear one of the missiles flies right past our building. We’re being told the attacking force is some rogue faction of the Navy, headed by a well known Admiral. The radio says talks about how they are traitors. Liberal enemy scum. But we know they’re the good guys. It’s very strange, the entire thing is color coded; blue for our guys, red for theirs. I wake up feeling like it’s all over.