I had a strange dream last night:
1915.  Early summer in Europe must look more beautiful than this.  Far off in the distance, bright yellow sunlight blankets the hills, however, here by my brother and I, it is dark overhead and the thick, potent smell of a bog permeates the fog that covers the ground–everything is tinted in a muddy green color.  We shoulder ourselves against large, colorless boulders for shelter and wait; you can almost hear the air crackle with tension.  I look down at the ground, brushing aside some dead grass and a glow catches my eye.  A quick whistle from my teeth brings my brother over and everything turns black and white.  Pictures form in the glowing object; tanks rolling through the country on the outskirts of a city, massive buildings still in flames, their white pillars turned black from soot & smoke, and a sequence that moves too fast for me to comprehend aside from noting a crescent moon and swastika in the confusion. 

My brother and I stare at each other; he holds up his index finger and I hold up my index & middle finger, both gestures symbolizing world war I and II.  The first war has ended and we have just entered the second.  Within the glow, a swastika forms again, absorbing it until no light is left.  The symbol then forms into the number  “70” and then into the head of an eagle, resting atop a shield.  It vanishes and an eagle flies overhead; we follow it s flight path to a glass box of a house a few miles ahead.  It looks about a quarter mile away from a river bank and I ask my brother how we can utilize the energy of the trees hanging over it.

Slowly, we approach the river bank, everything is in color again.  To the left is the glass house, no walls, with a man sitting in a throne-like chair in the center, motionless.  As we continue forward along the water, the ground begins to shift, slowly pulling a 180 degree turn; the house is further ahead of us now.  We walk toward where the glow had been coming from earlier, a handful of soldiers walking with my brother and I, carrying towers of ceramic dinner plates.  Without warning, a few of them break at the base, sending all of the other ones crashing to the ground in slow motion.  I quickly signal at the troops with me and we all dive further into the water, which is waist deep and has tall, dry grass growing up from the mud.

The man in the glass house stands up, walks through the glass and floats over to our location.  He opens his mouth to speak and wheat bushels grow out from his tongue and his eyes tint bright green.  He says that he cannot grow anything on his farm because of the war, that he is forbidden from feeding us.  I slowly rise from the water, making eye contact with him, planning on an attempt at negotiation.  The droplets fall from my hat in a slow drip.  His eyes narrow in on me, causing my eyes to fill with blue fire.  I grab the wheat from his mouth, telling him that he can do as he wishes, as it is his farm, and we are hungry.  Agitated, he steals the wheat back from me, balancing it on his palm and it turns to ash.  He tells me that my soldiers, brother and I have little understanding of what is happening and what the war is about.  I disagree with him, stating the specifics of what fueled the war and the desperation of Europe, causing him to close his eyes and point to the middle of the river.  My soldiers are out there, dead, in a heap.  My brother puts his hand on my shoulder and matter-of-factly states, “We will not die”.  Everything cuts to black.  I wake up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I was floating in a large watery area, there was fog blocking the long view and a round platform made of stone in the middle. I heard voices coming up from the water and i dropped 4 glowing seeds into it. Everything went black and all i could hear was the rushing of the water. 

A flash of light broke and i began rapidly flying around. I was attached to this gargantuan vine with a bright pink flower head. It was whipping about–the base of it below the water, circling the platform. There was another vine trying to attack me; the one i was attached to spat poison at it and choked it with it’s other tentacle. I heard a woman’s voice scream at me that she would get me (and my little dog too?). Two other forces emerged from the water from the seeds i had dropped–one of them represented steel and iron. I do not recall what the other 2 were or represented. They all engaged each other violently.

Eventually, i threw a metallic rope to the circular platform and swung over to it. I heard a chain of loud bangs; the water exploded and the vine that had been protecting me roared, taking down 2 of the other monstrosities along with it. Before they all smashed into the platform i was standing on, i threw that rope at the steel & iron creature, which had turned into a thick, giant floating sheet of metal. As soon as i latched on everything went black.

I heard the murmur of a great crowd and eventually gained focus. I was in an airport with Brandon, Justine, and Marcus. We boarded the plane–though the inside seemed like a private jet. I became very excited the faster we went. We took off and suddenly Marcus was piloting the craft. He rolled it a few times as a joke and i almost vomited on Justine. Marcus disappeared and was replaced by another pilot. He would cut the engines , causing the plane to plummet and drift, scaring the hell out of everyone else.

I made some lame joke about speedcar drifting. Nobody laughed. Fail! I looked outside and everything below us was on fire and black smoke filled the air. Marcus reappeared and the pilot had a twisted smirk on his face. Brandon and i stormed up to the cockpit and started hitting the pilot, yelling at him to fly the plane properly. Eventually he got the point and we were back on track, though everything on the ground was still ablaze. He would not tell us why. Everything went black again.

I was in a grocery store but there was hardly anybody in it. I heard a roar and to my left was a Bengal tiger (i guess it was there for the Tuesday special they were having on all Post cereal’s?). It was in pursuit of Brandon, but he looked different. He yelled for me to follow him so i gave him directions on how to get to the safe area in the produce section. The produce section turned into a small village area and he jumped 2 stories through a window to get away from it. The tiger paced back and forth at the foot of the “hut”.

I became angry , stomped my foot and as i opened my mouth a lion’s roar came out of it, not only grabbing the tiger’s attention but infuriating it. It charged me and i braced myself for impact. It must have leapt 5 feet at me and we collided. i grabbed its throat and rained blows on its face and under its side. I swiped at me and its claws ripped a good deal of flesh from my neck. As the blood poured onto the floor, little trees sprouted up through the ground, no higher than my knees.

Some youngling who i had never seen appeared next to a massive freezer, whistling to the tiger in a strange way. The tiger ran at him and leapt, but the boy jumped into the freezer and the tiger followed. I ran up against the doors to hold them closed and screamed at B to grab the guns. He slowly made his way out, hauling a massive cart of old looking and futuristic ones. The tiger sat there, staring at me rather calmly in spite of the sense of urgency i felt.

Some other people appeared and, despite me telling them not to touch anything in the freeer, they tried arranging some giant stones around the tiger, making it angry. It burst through the glass, knocking me back, killing 3 people immediately and pursuing another. I grabbed a 1900’s era hunting rifle and took off after it. It was mauling one of the people as i approached. I jumped onto a pallet, cocked the rifle, aimed and let off a shot, hitting the tiger directly in it’s face, pissing it off. I lunged at me and i jumped off the pallet. Another shot rang out and the tiger screamed. Brandon was off in the distance, looking down the scope of his rifle. I gave him a signal and led the tiger on a chase around the front end area, periodically shooting it in it’s face and Brandon did the same.

Eventually, the tiger pounced on me and sunk it’s teeth into my neck, causing plants and vines to sprout up all around me. I got on my back, grabbed my rifle, stuck it into the tiger’s mouth and unleashed everything i had. It’s head exploded and the body flew back some 8 feet. By the time i had gotten up to look at the body, it had transformed into a human body. The man got up and chuckled, patting me on the back, thanking me for freeing him. Everything went black.