Erratica Reduex

Really, in the dream last night, I should have spent less time inspecting the framework mechanized Tyrannasaurus Rex for points where a gun could disable it, and more time wondering at the other centerpiece of the convention, the 30 ft. tall mechanized  Godzilla. 

At least I had he presence of mind, when the Godzilla went on its rampage, to divert the attention of the hidden mastermind operating it, through shouted insults.  Then it was a simple matter of trying to figure out how to disable it AND trace the operator, while being chased around campus by a Godzilla operated by a madman intent on bloody revenge.  Sadly, a dunk in the pool, just proved it was waterproof....

That was  racerxmachina's advice early Sunday morning, from the dream I had.  it's odd, but after a long drought in remembering my dreams, I've been remembering more and more outlandish dreams.  the common theme on this one, oddly enough was trees, though the action was all different.



Third part: The live-action video game is taking place in the multi-level yard of a victorian house, under a huge tree with wide, low branches.  I've just been fighting the Joker and the Eye of Sauron (just floating there, about three feet across), and retreat, because I'm down pretty badly from the Joker.  I ask RxM (who is evidently playing too, but not fighting) what to do, and she points out that Sauron is charging up his eye attack.  I realize that now is the final time to attack if I want to win, so I do a flying kick to the Joker's head (KO!), while the Eye of Sauron sparks up its charge.  

I know I've won now, because when the Eye explodes, it will temporarily drop to zero HP.  So I do a handstand flip over the wrought Iron railing on top of the wall, and drop down to the lower garden level.  I then vault down onto the sidewalk at the street level, as above and behind me the eye does it's huge explosion attack.  I've won, so I go running down the street in victory, slipping and sliding on the round seed pods littering the street....

And no, I have NO idea of what symbolic import any of that may have.  I just like the idea of actually fighting in a live video game.

There's been some mornings when I've been disappointed to realize I'm awake.   That realization can take  some time too, like today: I was gathering up my energy to go into the next room and type an address into the search engine, when I realized that no, there weren't any giant, bioengineered sheepdogs in reality.  I hadn't spotted one in the field on the opposite side of the gorge next to the university, and followed it.  And the effort I had spent to sneak around and read the company's web address off the side of the van was wasted.

Has anyone else had dreams that have lingered well into waking time, that refuse to release their reality quickly?