karma on the run

Last night's dream was probably the most exciting (or second most exciting) and best recollectable dream I ever had or at least remember having. I actually can't wait to go back to sleep tonight and see if I can continue the dream and find out what happens in the end. If it ever ends.

To help you get an idea of what my dream is all about, it was an "X-Men: Evolution" themed dream/episode where I assumed the character called Spyke. And he's my least likeable character too on the show. Whatever. Let's begin the dream in question here.


I (meaning me as Spyke) was getting ready to join this race in a maze like competition akin to the Third Task as in 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'. There were loads of other people as well like me already there but the unusual thing about it was that the rest of the people were black kids like me. Each and every single one of them. I'm not trying to be racist or anything here but it's just something that I noticed and found slightly odd. The two referees or judges were none other than Ororo aka Storm and Logan aka Wolverine.

Not too long after I arrived, the race took off and I immediately dashed and found myself in the lead already. I had amazing stamina and speed where the most amazing thing that I recalled from the dream was that I did a lot of running. I remembered running on and on through the maze or hedge-lined paths for what seemed forever and strangely I don't recall getting tired or exhausted at all. I could see people trailing behind me and I felt happy that I was first and had a huge lead.

Suddenly I came upon Rogue climbing over some hedges ahead of me. And it wasn't regular Rogue. She was incredibly 'chibi' like in appearance but not so 'South Park' like as in the image but more like tiny-anime-chibi likeness. She was like a plushy toy except that she could move, talk, and run like a normal person. So, chibi-Rogue was climbing over the hedges and was just frantic like rabidly trying to run away from somewhere or someone. I tried calling her to no avail so I chased her through rows of thorny hedges until I finally caught up because she was so small. When I grabbed her, I could hold her body in my own hand like a tiny doll when she suddenly fainted in my hand. I didn't know what to do so of all things to do, I just decided to continue the race.I still held Rogue in my hand though.

When I returned to the race path, I was still way ahead of everyone else even though I took a fairly long detour when I chased Rogue. I continued on the race with the unconscious chibi-Rogue grasped neatly and softly in my hand. After running for a while more, and turning right I came upon this gorge in the middle of the path where there was this hole in the wall on my right. The hole looked like something or someone big destroyed it and left this disaster area right in the middle of the pathway. I very narrowly escaped from falling into the gorge. I just then proceeded to track carefully over it by clinging to the edge and getting across safely.

Still I ran and ran without stopping for a breather even until I came to this big fork in the path. The left one lead to a bridge where the bridge lead to another maze like path with hedges all around. The right one lead to a dodgy looking path into some building that looked like a mad scientist's secret laboratory place. Then suddenly, the building actually flashed for a moment revealing a concealed building behind it like a hologram image which then flicked back on again.

I don't know why but I actually decided to take the right path instead of investigating it or even think about trying to get Rogue some help. And I still held her in my hand as I ran ahead to the next path.

Where upon I then woke up. And I swear that for a minute or two I could still feel Rogue in my own hand. It took a while for me to wake myself up mentally and recover from that dream and not feel like I was a mutant. Oh yeah, I also didn't even use any of my own mutant powers during the whole time I was there. The running without exhaustion was not Spyke's powers but something else entirely.

I'm still trying to decipher what the dream meant to me but I seem to be doing a lot of running in my dreams recently. There were a few dreams on several separate nights ago where I recalled running too. I really wonder why I was running and where to or where from.

vulgar thoughts

Let me regale you about the recent dreams I've been having. It is embarrassing for me to explain them but if I didn't express about them in some form sooner, I would think that they will continue and develop further. Which is something I am not particularly looking forward to.

They were two consecutive dreams occurring on two consecutive nights. The first one had me lying on my own bed with someone beside me. On the same bed. It's taking me so much resolve to even put this down in words. It was Tom Welling. Yes. The guy from 'Smallville'. Of all people. But let's not skip to that as I'm saving that portion of the rant for later after the retelling of the dreams. So, we were on my bed. And no, we were not doing anything 'sexual' if your mind starts to wonder into areas unknown. We were just lying there on my bed talking. About normal stuff. I think we were holding hands probably. And the room was dark as in night-time darkness. I don't know what we were talking about but I know I felt calm and at ease with him. Just like a really close and comfortable friend. Except that he was Tom and not someone I actually knew in real life. There was a little sexual tension between us when our feet touched but nothing went beyond that. Allow your imagination to go wild all you want, but I am firmly saying that the atmosphere was of innocent, weird, first-love kind of feeling, and awkwardness.

Hence, ended the first dream. At first I couldn't even remember much about this first dream, let alone what it meant or why I had it. That is until the sequel happened.

The continuation of the dream started off with us returning to the talking and the extremely odd closeness that we were experiencing. I was starting to feel uncomfortable at this point but not so much as to rush out and hyperventilate. Then, of all people, my father comes crashing into my room and starts raving away about me possessing every bad trait a person could have while blindly ignoring the other person in the room. After raving for about a minute or so, only then did he acknowledge Tom's presence in the room. Followed by some more raving and embarrassing awkward moments, and I woke up.

So that's basically it. What I'm most concerned about these two connecting dreams is why on earth would I ever dream about someone like Tom Welling? It doesn't make any sense to me. I don't think he's hot, nor do I like watching Smallville, or liking anything related to Superman except for the Batman part but this has nothing to do with Supes nor Tom. So, yeah, the amazingness that my subconscious can ever produce something as outwardly and incredible as these dreams is beyond my comprehension. Sans the sexual tension but non-sexual feelings.

I think pieces of me are slowly degenerating where I understand less and less about what's going on inside of my own head. Somehow these two dreams are seriously affecting me in ways I don't understand at all and I don't want it to. My grip on reality is slowly slipping away.

I need someone to save me.

visit to miami

The dream last night was probably a premonition of a future season finale episode of CSI: Miami on AXN this coming Wednesday night. Nevertheless, I just thought it would be fun to detail this odd dream I had of Mr. Caine.

The setting was all CSI: Miami like in a typical episode. Yellowish bright, lush green and beautiful sunset or sunrise, depending on the time of day. Everything began like a normal and usual episode of Miami with someone getting murdered, axed, strangled, tossed down 30 storeys high, or stabbed. Each of them ending in death of course because you can't have an episode of any CSI being without a dead victim. Or maybe two if the story calls for it.

Getting ahead of my point here, everything was really playing out like an ordinary episode except that, I'm ashamed to even mention the highlight of my dream, Horatio Caine was dancing. By himself. In the middle of a road. And everyone else was oblivious to this except me watching this episode.

I think I'm embarrassed not because I really am, but for him. There is no way of explaining how my brain works. Or at least how my subconscious part works. A neurologist would be interested in knowing what makes me tick, I expect.

When it ended, meaning I woke up, I was really quite relieved. No, I did not wake up laughing.