Dream Space, The Final Frontier

Naptime Dream Fragments

Evil Man & His Trashy Mom
There's an evil man who has lost his soul. His evil mother starts to tell him the advantages of not having a soul. She tells him that no one can hurt him and he can't be killed while he enacts his plans. The mother has very yellow, blonde hair. I think it's a bad dye job. She's very thin and has a wrinkled face. She seems very "white trashy" to me.

Killing Frogs
I'm in an old claw tub with a shower over it and a shower curtain. I can't take a shower though because there are some kind of green lizards bubblings up from the round drain in the center of the floor of the bathroom. I try to kill them without getting out of the tub. I use a plunger - the kind with a wooden handle and an orange rubber cup. I smoosh a few of the lizards and then I realize they are little frogs. For some reason I feel worse about killing little frogs than little lizards so I stop squishing them with the plunger.

Late Night Dreams

Wheaton Waxen
From a third person perspective I am watching a scene where a number of people are frozen in giant ice cubes (rectangular ice, actually). There's an evil villain responsible. The room is a large lab-like space. The ice cube'd people are set into chambers, like teleporters or grav couches. Suddenly a jingle plays through the air, "You can waxen your heart with Wheaton, but you can't Wheaton your heart with waxen!". Suddenly the ice cubes shatter and everyone that was frozen is free, including Mr. Wil Wheaton.

Fantasy Dork
I've been picking on Laura, one of my elementary/middle-school classmates, for most of the dream. We're in a swimming pool. I've been calling her a dork by using futuristic/science fiction speak. When she finally catches on and starts to retort in kind, I change the rules of the game. Now it is suddenly cool to speak as if you're a high fantasy character making fun of the other person. She gets frustrated but I insist that speaking as if you're an old fashioned wizard or knight now makes you cool.

I'm on a summer camp or field trip with my elementary school class, including our teacher/principal Mr. Buth. We're expected to be going for a while. The class is looking for El Dorado, the city of gold. When we find it, I am responsible for figuring out the main clue that lead us to the city. (I don't remember if there was an actual clue in the dream or not).

We find a huge city of gold. I feel very proud of myself and very happy about finding the treasure. The buildings are tall towers with onion shaped domes on top. They look very Russian. The city extends out past our view. The view is stunning. Each building's bricks can be seen individually, the entire city is made from them.

As we walk towards the golden city, the sceen shifts a bit. We're in a large warehouse or back of a shopping mall? We're still headed towards the golden city but it is kept in a back room, locked behind gates or chainlinked fences. The people here at the warehouse are excited because we are the first people to find El Dorado. They treat us very well. One man at a gate, who is sitting behind a small table, writes down our information. As we're waiting to get through the gate, Mr. Buth jokes about how broke I usually am and how much I really needed a break. He and the man at the gate both laugh at my previous misfortune but in an ironic way. They seem happy for me that I don't have to worry about money anymore.

I stop in a bakery in the warehouse to see what is going on. There are 4 women working in the bakery. The bakery is strange, there are laundromat dryers on the back wall. Three of the women are working at a table. I can see they are working on a very gaudy but small blue and purple birthday cake. The closest woman to me, who is taking a break from working at the table, is a beautiful brunette. She is very friendly and offers to help me take a photograph with my camera. I feel like a tourist. I have lost the rest of my class.

I end up in a Bank Manager or Accountant's office. The woman there is simply known as The Manager to me. She pulls out a few files to go over some of her client's records. One of them is not interesting at all. The other file she talks about is on Keanu Reeves. She laughs at how embarassing the file is. She tells me in confidence that he broke his arm while snorting coke. She reassures me that my share of the El Dorado gold will be taken care of and that I have no more worries about money.

I start to debate in my mind as I leave the warehouse whether I should buy a brand new Toyota. On one hand, I consider that I will later want to buy a better car. Maybe it is better to buy my dream car now, I think. But a cheaper car would at least get me around for a while.

I meet back up with my classmates. Our hotel (that we had apparently stayed at the night before), is running out of rooms and may not be able to keep all of our reservations. I keep commenting to my classmates that we should have at least all taken one gold brick from the city before leaving. It seems nice that the people at the warehouse are taking care of our accounts but having a bar of gold on hand could help for today. The hotel is very posh and I tell Tracy, one of my classmates, "I think I will just live in a hotel from now on!" She laughs at the idea, but I really consider it. I figure that I have a fortune now, I could afford it. I tell her how great it would be to have housekeeping take care of cleaning my room every day. She agrees that it might be a good idea.

My classmates are all watching some popular movie on pay perview. I decide to go take a bath instead. They are out of nice rooms and so I am in a dirty room in the basement. My bathrub is very gross. I go to complain to someone. He seems like a hotel janitor or maintenance man. He tells me that there is no better room available. I consider just driving home for the night, but I don't have my own car right now. I sign the register, accepting my crappy hotel room. The man laughs at the way I sign my name. It seems like a done deal.

I wake up very disappointed to find out that it was all a dream and that I don't have a fortune in gold bullion.