Oh, I had the coolest dream last night! I hate putting my dreams out there for all the amateur Freuds of the world to dissect, but really, I've got to get this down before my brain starts embellishing some bits and forgetting others. So here goes. No comments from the peanut gallery. Unless they're good.
It was the apocalypse. What caused it, either I didn't know, or I've forgotten now, but there were a lot fewer people, and most of the ones that were left were doing a lot of running around and screaming in the usual manner.
Now, at this point, for some reason, I was hiking up a peaceful wooded mountain trail. I was definitely aware of the trouble down below, and I had some purpose, but I don't remember what it was now. Stupid brain. There was definitely something about a big dog, though, and a mountain man, only I don't know if he was a wise man of the mountain, or scary. Don't ask me.
Cut back to chaos. I'm with my mom, at her house, although why she's living in a city, I don't know. She definitely wouldn't like it. And this West Highland terrier comes up to me, and it's Bonnie, my super-favorite little dog who died when I was in college! And she had friends, a black Scottie dog and a gold-colored Cairn who looked just like her, only different colors, of course. They had belonged to my mom's neighbor -- Ha! My mom with a neighbor who lives closer than a mile! She wouldn't like that at all! -- but the neighbor had been apocalypsed, so she got to adopt them, and there was much joy. Because Mom loved that little dog as much as I did. She was more like a little sister than a dog, I think because we got her right after Mom had a miscarriage. Now, there might, of course, be some significance to the whole black, white, gold thing, but I don't think so. I think the point is, we got our sweet Bonnie back, and the other two are just because my mind loves symmetry. And dogs. So there. Put that in your cigar and smoke it.
Next scene. There's some big challenge. Sort of a competition. But none of us players really know what's going on. We're sort of in teams, but we're also competing against our team members. I remember sort of bumping and tussling with a girl about who would go through a style first at the beginning. Good thing this wasn't too egregious a misdemeanor, because as the competition is getting heated, and people are starting to misbehave and do things like shoot each other, they lose. And when you lose, God appears out of the sky and zaps you.
God is apparently a male, which is disappointing, because it doesn't really fit into my belief system. But he's not like a Christian God. He's very Norse, with a Norse helmet, zapping people with a lightning bolt. Or at least with light. There weren't actually any bolts that I can remember. And wow! The special effects when he appears? Spectacular! Stephen Spielberg, are you paying attention? The sky is very overcast, but it's daylight, so you can see some definition of the clouds. When God is going to zap somebody, the clouds coalesce into this living, moving Norse God silhouette, and he does his dirty work, and then zap! Disappears back into clouds. It's all almost too fast to see, but it's very beautiful and awe inspiring anyway.
So my team sees some people get zapped, and we don't like it much. See, we don't know the rules of the game, or the point, or anything, so we don't really understand why people are being zapped. (Disappointingly typical moral ahead. Sorry, folks.) So we agree that we're going to cooperate, and if he's going to zap one of us, he's going to have to zap all of us, and we hold hands, because that means "hey you! If you're going to zap one of us, you're going to have to zap all of us!" It's a universal gesture. And yay! It's the point of the game! We win! And we get zapped! But in a good way. Why it's good, I don't know, because that's when I woke up.
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