What Dreams May Come

I think the dream started as something else, but when I became conscious of it there was a group of us planning to go to the cottage in Maine. My mother and sister were there along with about a half dozen friends. Some of us had already traveled some distance and were waiting for the rest of the folks back home to catch up.

Suddenly we are on a beach, which I assume is somewhere in Maine due to the rocky shore and cold water. Some of us are swimming in the water and then I notice there are pink jellyfish everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. Fortunately they aren’t the stinging kind, and as soon as my focus changes they are gone again.

I turn to look out at the ocean but it appears we are actually on a lake, as I can see forested, hilly land not too far in the distance, with a small clump of trees much closer. And then I notice the tide receding. Quickly. And I started screaming at everyone, who had inexplicably started walking towards the far side of the now empty lake, that a tidal wave was coming. But as soon as I started yelling I could see the tidal wave coming in, and there was no chance anyone was going to make it to safety. Instead, I start yelling for them to run towards the small clump of trees, in the hopes that hiding behind the trunks (they were big trees) will at least protect them from the initial brunt of the wave.

Time kicks into slow motion as we make a desperate bee-line towards the trees. I see the trees crack violently and begin to fall towards me as they are hit by the tidal wave. But then the wave isn’t actually there yet and it’s some sort of shockwave that is leveling the trees and setting them aflame. With the slow motion still in effect, I’m sidestepping the falling trees as they hit the ground, and then the shockwave hits me.

I’m in a helicopter. I’m a grizzled veteran; what the demo-man from Team Fortress 2 would be if he were real. I knew the pilot from an earlier, possibly semi-connected dream. I know he’s a bad guy and responsible for all this somehow so I sabotage the helicopter to make it crash and grab a parachute to make my escape. But as I get ready to jump out of the helicopter I find that he is already landing in a gas station in the midst of a metropolis filled with skyscrapers.

Knowing an explosion is still imminent I sprint from the helicopter and down the rest of the block, turning the corner just as the helicopter explodes behind me. I’m suddenly in a warehouse district and someone else is now traveling with me. We go into the nearest warehouse where dozens of people are hard at work welding metal for some unknown purpose. We are looking for our secret contact here that was in the same earlier, possibly semi-connected dream, but he no longer works there. Our secret military team is no more.

Disavowed?