Phase 1: I'm in a space station orbiting Mars, sitting in a cafeteria, with a huge window looking out at the Red Planet. I'm talking with some coworkers. At a table in front of the window, the project leader, a man of at least 60, sits with the chief scientist who was responsible for getting the station built. The project leader was so excited and grateful that when the two stood, he hugged the scientist. I saw the historic importance of the moment, produced a camera out of hammer space and took a picture. Phase 2: As it turns out, I'm in college, and the stay on the Mars station was part of a project. Now I'm back at school, but I can't remember what goddamn class I'm supposed to be in or what room it's in. I go into a couple of classrooms, only to see a bunch of students I know I don't belong with and a teacher I know I don't have. I can't even remember the teacher's name. (This is a strange revisiting of a panic dream I had often during high school - and note that I never even went to college). Phase 3: I'm part of a WWII Nazi U-Boat reenacting crew. It's once again part of school, and I know it's not a real Nazi U-Boat. We (the crew) carry on for a while as if we're really on a patrol. There are rats in the shadows, and we pack or poop in plastic bags like when you walk the dog. Suddenly I notice, hey, the walls of this "submarine" are normal schoolroom brick or cinder block! We're not really even in a sub! Fuck this. I decide to leave. Much of the crew leaves too, but we leave our poop bags behind. Phase 4: Leonard Nimoy is giving a course in synchronized dog grooming. In the back of a pickup truck parked in a school room. Rows of students are brushing rows of border collies lined up like the Rockettes. They brush to music in perfect choreography, and the dogs dance and vogue in perfect choreography too. When we're done, we hang the dogs up in a row on the clothesline to dry.
I told my wife all this this morning, and she said "Why would Leonard Nimoy be teaching dog grooming?" I said. "Really? THAT's the odd part to you?"
Simple, Forbin. It's all your fault- if you'd gone to college we'd have a manned space station orbiting Mars now.
Are you taking vitamins? I've been reading anecdotal tales about how some things, like ZMA, can give you really weird dreams.
Sounds like it should be a sport in the Gay Olympics....not that there's anything wrong with that! Anyway, totally awesome dream. I don't analyze them per se...I just take dreams at face value as to how kick-ass the story/imagry is and how entertaining it is.
Damn. Normal dream last night, wandering around a department store not being able to find what I was looking for. Roofing tar and slippers.
You should have came over to my dream Walmart.....they just rolled back prices they have so many...but they can't keep football bats and fur-lined sinks on the shelves these days!
