#futdream

A town in the desert that had a rickety squirrel of a man and a broken bathroom in the diner and market building on the edge of the city limits

I dreamt of a rebellion in a stone building built somehow around a shanty town outside Midgar on a riverside and in that rebellion my archery skills weren’t good enough but I knew it could be at mid range if not distance.

And I felt strangely myself in so many scenarios of odd outcome and intention, eluding a parental figure or attempting to understand the world around me, at once being chased and watching a story play out at the same time.

Not entirely sure of the symbolism. Could be the separation of two groups into separate worlds that are working for each other but also against each other but yet not realizing it? (since that was an odd theme I noticed running concurrent as my dream self went back and forth between the different regions - space with Tony and others and to a satellite above Earth with Steve and co.)

*shudder*

Dreamt of conflict and punishment, yet somehow with a whimsical, Persona-esque sort of vibe?

And in a world that I’m strangely both having trouble leaving and coming back to the real world, and kind of don’t exactly want to leave either. Maybe there’s something unresolved there, in that distant tropical location where I was a high school student again... 

Find a map Ghosts in the vent system Kids got lost in. There Old motel On the mountain Tom cruise Shaq Tom giving his opinion of fight club

Ash Williams. Radio DJ.

Bruce in a checkered shirt and slacks, in the middle of some small town somewhere, trying to set his radio station right by playing combinations of old crooners and horror movie icons. Maybe he has the late night spookathon job, that’s what got him into trouble this time, because just as soon as he puts on Blue Moon with an afterward by John Landis coming up, a deadite attacks him.

Enter Dave Koechner (as generic hillbilly). Deadite.

It turns into a wrestling match, that somehow lasts through most of the town square, with Ash pulled up over on Dave’s back and held in place (my imagination’s running with why or how), with Ash’s only hope to wrangle his fingers around into Dave’s mouth and pull him inside out.

And also wildly creative or at least imaginative. Moreso than usual. Typically my dreams these days, or rather the past 10 or so years, have actually been predominantly mundane things and conversations in life.

In the past week, I’ve dreamt of a film crew running afoul of a criminal organization made from the descendents of wild west outlaws, who may or may not be haunted by a horrific spirit in a barn. A scifi cyberpunk story about personage ownership and indendutred servitude. Filming a heist movie with Bruce Campbell and Ted Raimi trying to stash stolen jewels inside a supermarket.

And then just this morning, about a musical with muppets that has a tragic love story in it, where Kermit must let Miss Piggy go on to a ball, where she’ll become a princess or queen, but at the cost of their relationship. O_o????