This is one of my longest and most elaborate dreams, and I’m certain I’ll be forgetting a lot of it.
To start with, I was in a big building that was supposed to be someone’s house. I was there with Dad and some friends — not sure of everyone who was there, but I think Dad and Oleo are the only ones who have any lines. This big building reminds me a little of a middle school or a high school, but with school furniture stripped out.
Anyway, in this school building that wasn’t a school, I went into a room that had only a humongous roll top desk. By humongous, I mean that it was about eight feet tall. Oleo was in the room with me, and although I no longer remember what we said, I know I was telling him some idea I had for a book or something.
We left the giant desk room to join my father and others in a terrifically empty ‘dining room’, which looked as though it was supposed to be a wood-floored gymnasium. Dad was happily picking up giant (3″-6″) dead cockroaches and talking about how well his cockroach poison was working. This might be related to my having found this article on Fark, and consequently looked up Titanus giganteus (might be hard to tell the size from that picture, so check this out too).
So end that ‘scene’ of my dream. We then were suddenly in something like Awz’s parents’ house. I got the impression that a significant amount of time had passed. Again, I don’t remember everyone who was there, but Oleo was definitely there, and I think KrisDi was, too. We had just had breakfast, and Oleo started talking about whatever idea I had given him before. I thought he just wanted to talk about it more, so I told him we should go out for coffee. He said no, and that he had used it to make a movie and that someone was coming over to watch it and decide whether or not to ‘produce’ it. So I was a little surprised.
Then a big-shot producer type showed up, and talked a bunch about bands and music that, in the dream, were supposed to be new and popular, but were probably made up in my head since I don’t really know crap about today’s music. Then we went down to the dream equivalent of Awz’s room, which luckily has a projector and everything so we could make our poor victim watch this movie (note — since this is an amateur movie within a dream, I’m not sure whether the production values are a function of the dream or of the amateurishness of the movie), about which I really knew nothing, even though it was supposed to be based off my idea.
The Navy was testing new weapon systems on a crappy old ship. One of them was like NATO Sea Sparrow, but super tall (like 30 feet). There was another one on the deck of the ship, maybe Vertical Launch System. Then finally there was some thing I thought of as Tomahawk but was fired from underwater. According to that article I just linked, Tomahawk can be fired from submerged submarines, so maybe I wasn’t so far off there. Strange. Here’s what I dreamed, though.
Anyway, the first two go off, and then apparently no one is expecting any Tomahawk missile firings, and a bunch of people are running around on the deck when it goes off. So, people start diving for cover, and chunks of the ‘target’ (apparently a giant red foam ball) start splashing down or hitting the deck. For some reason, the ‘camera’ takes special care to show that one of the people diving for cover sees spent casings (fired bullets) all over the deck where he is. The test is considered a huge success anyhow, but nobody’s particularly cheerful about it.We go to a room where the guy running the show is talking to a bunch of his higher up underlings. They’re all talking about where they’re going to go and what they’re going to do now that they’ve finally gotten through this test. Everyone seems to think the Navy’s going to fire them, and they all have “I’m going to have a farm in Idaho” type of plans. Around this time, another ship begins drawing up to them, and they’re not sure what country it’s from. It looks miniature in my dream, as if Oleo’s film crew had done a close up of a toy ship and tried to pass it off as a real ship.
Everyone of course gets all excited and starts running around again. The new ship draws up alongside our ship (now it’s nothing more exciting than a motor boat). No one’s in the boat, but there’s something weird in the back. A disembodied voice (I got the feeling it was aliens speaking from above) explained that it was some kind of an engine that didn’t need fuel and would run forever.
Then my alarm went off. Stupid alarm.