The sushi I ate yesterday might have been a bit off. Or else it had seafood that doesn’t agree with me (e.g. shrimp). Either way I had an upset stomach in the middle of the night. I like it when this happens because then my dreams become a lot more interesting. In my younger days I would have gotten nightmares, but now that I’m older, they just become ones with good story-lines.
I wish I could remember dreams better. It seems that the harder you try to hold on to them, the more they slip away. The dream I had seemed to be a combination of “Knights of the Dinner Table” and Halo (there was a lot of running around and killing things) but also a B movie with a Titanic budget (I forget why the legion of women warriors was involved, but I wasn’t complaining when they came to the rescue.) There were two parts, set a hundred years apart, when threats long thought passed were released unto the world. It had everything! If it was a movie, I would happily pay to go see it.
When the dream was over I tried to run it through my head to keep it. But even though you can’t imagine forgetting something that exciting, it is amazing how quickly it just vanishes from your mind. All that I’m left with are a few brief images and the feeling of loss. What was that thing pinned to the ground through the stomach in an alien machine. I do remember that releasing it was a bad thing. I think it was the same being whose army was destroyed by the protagonists running around with shotguns.