So I wrecked my bike on Tuesday. Spectacular. My shoulder is really screwed up as well as my hand. My orthopedic surgeon has put me on some new anti-inflammatory med... Mobic. I think it caused this dream:
warning, this one is disturbing unlike jfleck's.
I'm on a military boat circling a rather colonial America-looking building that is obviously an island. It is a huge building and it has been bombed. There is someone in charge of the boat... we'll call him John Kerry for a lack of any ID in my dream. John is guiding the boat and hands a rifle to me. He tells me to "pick off" enemy as I see them and don't let them onto the boat. I start to do so and I remember thinking that the enemy were German.
The rifle is odd, it is hard to aim. I realize that my eye must be exactly lined up and that it is hitting to the left of the crosshairs. The time it takes to figure this out has allowed an enemy soldier to get on the back of the boat, but my final shot at him is true.
We come around to the back side of the island and it is dark and spooky. I see soldiers with tri-corn hats and realize that the French are fighting with the Germans. I take aim at them as well. John brings the boat to the front again and we see the main enemy, the one guy we were looking for. The enemy is being played in this dream by the author of my favorite book, Sam Shepard. We'll call his character name George W. for a lack of ID in my dream. I take aim at George and hit, he keeps coming. Shoot, hit, he still comes. Over and over. Finally he is on board and John yells at me to hit him in the head. I do, twice. George succumbs to the wound and falls on me. He says in a strained voice, "my brains are running out of my head like players onto the field at the superbowl. I sure would like to be at that game". He is dead.
At that moment I have the idea that I too am going to die but I know that one must not dream of dying lest one will die. I wake up.
Posted by dmason at May 1, 2004 11:35 AM