Dream Journal

It was night. I entered the monstrous mechanical auditorium and went to the left. Here I saw the ultimate power-up ammo for my rocket launcher. I jump to it and cry out “Revolution!” I leap up into the air with incredible power. Time slows down as I shoot a shape/symbol at each “teacher” in the place who was after me and my thoughts. I was a rampant force, unstoppable, uncatchable, always on the move. My being expanded, smeared across time, and I landed on the table in the middle.

I turned my attention to the prisoners. Ani DeFranco was somewhere among them, perfect, beautiful. She was called Ani Cross now. I climbed this tower of prisoners, each encased in a postcard-type thing, and asked where she was. One helped me. I found her and asked what I could get her to eat. Anything she asked for, I would get. She blew me off as another suitor, but I wouldn’t flag. I followed her and spoke with her again and again until she was on my side, till she knew me. I had a girlfriend now but would lose her in a moment for Ani. . . . White, diminutive aliens were among the prisoners, disguised as humans for ten years. They’d been watching me and they said that glorious things came from my head. There was a formula or small device that was central to their people. They called on it, took it into their egg-shaped ship, and flew off.

The complex was huge. I returned with some others to the auditorium and there were reenactments of my earlier “enlightenment”. But I called forward to the air and radiated enormous power, reducing the contents of the room to a flowing stream of light, pushing the floor down until a sphere of energy was established.

Then I began the changes outside. A tiger attempted to jump the wire fence. It was difficult to stop her. I wanted to, but her mate was calling her from outside. Eventually she made it and I let her go, hoping she’d be okay in the land between cities.

Overall, this place was high in the caves, the gray area above us, the crossroads.