Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Dream 253

'Hunting Down Monsters'
This was a really weird dream because I am not sure if I was me all the way through the dream. 

I cannot recall the start of the dream, although I was complaining that the duvet on my bed had got twisted inside the duvet cover. I think I was me at this point. Some changes occurred in the dream and I think I became a middle-aged male, who looked surprisingly like Arthur Miller (1915 - 2005) - sometimes I was first-person and sometimes I could see this male in third-person, but it felt like he/I was the main character of the dream which is why I am not sure if I was him, or myself as a passive observer. I will narrate this dream in the first person because I seemed to be in charge of the action. I am not sure of my location at this point. All I could see was a large rubbish bin on a dusty floor. It was my job to get rid of Chucky, the Good Guy doll from Childsplay who was terrorising everyone. I had the idea of setting a bin on fire and putting the Chucky doll in it headfirst, so he would burn and melt. This job was a lot easier than I thought it should have been and I did not feel scared. I saw Chucky upside down in the bin, burning.

I was then in some kind of dark warehouse/factory. I could see the Arthur Miller-like male in the third-person, and he was discussing how he had just killed the Chucky doll with two other (unidentified, unrecalled) persons. He took off his glasses. They just seemed to be round pieces of thick glass, without frames to hold them together. It appeared that Arthur had a young daughter - a small, pale, blonde girl of around 8 years of age. She was strapped to a table in the corner of the room, surrounded by males dressed as surgeons. Arthur was still talking to the two males, about 12 feet away from his daughter. One of the males asked Arthur/me: 'you're making her have an operation?' Arthur/I started polishing the glass lens he/I was holding. The man who had asked Arthur/me about the operation said: 'oh, it's only to remove her glasses?' I saw a close-up image of the daughter strapped to the operating table. She was screaming silently, with her mouth open in a big 'O'.

The scene changed and I was outside a suburban house - it seemed like a bungalow, small and square, with a nice garden. The sun was shining brightly. The house belonged to an Asian family - I think they were Indian or Pakistani. The young son was running from the house in terror. He was being chased by a range of skeletons - not human, but strange, animalistic ones. I could not tell what species of animal these skeletons belonged to. They ran on four legs and were jumping out of the windows or open doorway, doing a circuit of the road (which looked like a cul-de-sac) and then re-entering the house. The Asian family still inside the house were screaming - I could see them panicking from the open windows/doorway. The young son had disappeared. It was my duty to stop the skeletons. I am not sure what I did, but I managed to stop the skeletons without any problem. It was almost as if I just stood outside the house and willed them away with my mind. The Asian boy returned to his family home. I looked up the street, which was a gentle curved road. I saw many young women walking down the road. My housemate, BG, was also walking towards me as I stood outside the bungalow. I started to walk up the road to greet her. She was carrying something - maybe shopping. She said: 'it the 1970s you know...' Some of the girls passed us on the pavement. From the rear-view I could see they were wearing 1970s fashions - orange and purple polyester shirts and flared jeans. BG was also dressed in 1970s style clothing. I realised I was wearing contemporary clothes and decided I had better change into something more fitting with the times.

I cannot recall anything else about this dream.

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