Mega Dreammovie from Jan. 19, 2005

I find this interesting that this is about 5yrs ago and the storm hasn't come. This is a full dream that didn't stop, it just kept coming, blurring from one scene to another, it was so interactive I could feel the storm, the panic, smell the fear. I had enough sense to write this down as soon as I could, so I could remember as much of it as I could. Five years later, I can still remember the dear in vivid details because the colors were amazing.

THE DREAM:

It started as any other day, at work. We were getting into an animated discussion when I noticed that the day had suddenly gotten very dark.

me: when did it get so dark?

The atrium was dark like night but there was a bright red sun peaking behind clouds over by the window. I walked towards the window. Then the windows became large floor to ceiling doors and opened into a large stone terrace with a magnificent view of the city stretched out before us.

me: that isn't a good thing when the sky turns dark like this 
someone's voice(I didn't recognize): but there's sun coming out!
me: no, not like that, in that color that's a bad sign of a bad storm coming

And as I said this, I started walking out to the terrace, as it opened out into a vast view of the city, and we stood watching as multiple tornadoes touched down all over the city causing multiple explosions. Plumes of dark clouds marched across the city with inexorable inevitability. It was disaster movie destruction.

I stood unable to move as the system moved closer to where I stood, I followed it as it jumped over the building and I found myself leaning over the parapet about to plunge down. Then as I ran back into the building, thinking about my family, I noticed a girl still slack-jawed standing on the edge. I screamed at her to come inside before she finally crawled back in.

Scene change:
I'm in a large airy atrium building with restaurants and shops. I'm standing in front of an escalator wondering how I got there and how I could get back to the office when I saw my boss, but she didn't see me. Instead she ran into the arms of her husband and held him close in stark relief. I knew this was still part of the same dream because the crowd was filled with an uneasy urgency.

I went into an elevator only to get lost because there wasn't a 2nd floor. And each floor had 2 floors, for instance there was a 4th floor promenade and a 4th floor mezzanine, etc. So I got out and went outside the building.

I was downtown but I couldn't remember where I was supposed to be, only that I had to get to the lakefront because that was where my office was.

Then I realized I had no cell phone nor my wallet and I worried about my family and hoping they were safe for if something happened to me I'd have no identifying articles on me.

Sirens were going off and the streets were clearing of people. I found myself entering the revolving door of a church on State Street where there were lines of people entering for safety. Only as I spun in the revolving doors, I realized I would be trapped inside if this was the only exit, so I stayed in the revolving door until it took me back out and walked away.

I was walking around in a fog, uncertain of where I was and where I was supposed to go. But I kept heading for the lakefront. Then I found myself in a darkened, rain-slick back alley called the 'bomber's alley', there were a few figures in the shadows, so I skipped over a railing and walked through a parking lot, only to see the lot was full of old cars, like Dick Tracy cars, '40s vintage and there was an attendant but he was dressed like 1940s too. Suite and tie, formal almost.

me: i'm looking for two white buildings that face each other by the lakefront.
man: yeah, i know what you're talking about it's right over there, through that alley, two pale colored buildings yeah

Then he walked me between two buildings and as we stepped out beneath an arch there was a massive dirigible docked not in front of the lake but at the other bank of the river! My first reaction was there was a massive alien invasion for it was a place I'd never seen before. I was expecting the lakefront, not a river.
Instead of the two tall white towers facing each other in the middle of building plaza, surrounded by parking lots, (which was my idea of where I was working), I saw a large pinkish building that looked like a sailor's cap. I looked at all the buildings and I knew I wasn't home anymore.

The buildings were all wrong. They were beautiful, articulated with airy hi-tech flying buttresses that escaped the laws of physics. They were all flash, nothing utilitarian about their designs, large loops, whorlish towers, light airy aluminum-like structures that a single breath could knock down. There was a huge gala going on, people in evening gowns and tuxedos were walking a red carpet, it looked like a museum.

I cried and collapsed into the arms of this guy, who felt sorry for me and started asking questions about where I lived, who should he call. But I kept crying about my family, babbling how I had wanted to be away from them, but now I regret what I wished for, because I got what I wished, but now I would never see them again. I was incoherent and breathless, I was crying so hard, I couldn't breath.

Then the guy took me back to the parking lot where there were fistfights going on for money. So he signed up to fight so we could have some money to eat. They were fighting in a weird style and I kept
yelling at him "scientific method! scientific method!" showing him my kickboxing moves. He would have won if the other guy hadn't cheated and hit him on the back of his head. Which only pissed me off and I stepped up, gave the other guy a right jab and a left cross which floored him and I got us paid.

The people talked with a very clipped and precise cadence that was different from how I talked. Similar to how they used to talk in the old black and white movies. So when I hit the guy I said: Now next time we do this, it'll be double down on the money and I'm gonna kick your motherfucking ass! As if you'd understand anything I just said!

Then I stepped up to the guy who's supposed to hold the bets, with my hand out, only he carefully counted out steel nails of various sizes into my palm.

Me: nails are the current currency?!

And everyone just looked at me like - yeah.

Then I saw this couple, very victorian and strict looking and I instinctly knew this was my landlord and they were like my family in this life. The guy who was helping me was named Edmund Montcrief!

Then I walked away to a whole new life and I knew that sooner or later, I would forget who I was and the life I had led.

What I got out of it was that change was going to happen and I was either going to be prepared for it or it would change me without my permission or my control. I have to be careful of what I ask for or it would be given to me with complete disregard of what I wanted but perhaps for what I needed.

I'm so unbelievably tired, it's like I went somewhere else last night. Personally, if there really are parallel universes, I've already seen one of mine.