Lucid Time!

Something to do with my parents placing a large potted plant in my room. I told them I didn't want it because I would be off at college and not be able to water it/take care of it.


Something to do with multiple earths, and distant future space military men eating way too much meat and becoming zombies.


This dream took on a weird blur between a story that I was merely observing and one that I was actually a character in, and woof, it was a hefty one.

The story established a woman's character. She lived alone and worked online with her cat, a small stripey orange tabby with bright green eyes. She lived in a small town in a hilly, remote corner of Europe (Italy?) The town was fairly sized with a town square and several larger buildings as well as a church and the ruins of a castle turned into the town square. Outward from the town were a number of nice modern homes. One of the smaller ones being hers.

One day, the cat decided to leave the home. He headed outside and began walking through the farm feilds and yards on the edge of the town deeper in the woods. He met up with a group of other cats that [dream logic] were some migratory herd of cats [/dream logic]. The cats were able to talk and the leading members of the group were against letting a house-cat into the group. The leader himself, however (who was simply a larger version of the exact same cat) allowed him to travel with the group.

There was a rather long story about the group of cats and the dynamic between them. One of the cats actually had a bionic eye and leg. Each one had their own story, character, and motivation, and they traveled the world as enlightened sightseeing nomads.

The woman had actually been on vacation for several months, while someone else had been cat sitting for her. When she returned home, she found that the cat sitter had stated that she hadn't seen much of the cat, but assumed that he ran away not too long after he left. The cat sitter stated that about a week after the woman left the food bowl was never emptied and the litter box never had any surprises in it.

The woman got mad with the cat sitter, refused to pay her and soon gave up on her. There was a back-story as to how the woman (Let's call her Carol. I don't know, she looked like a Carol. ) found the cat. She had found the cat as a child and rescued her, and the cat had been her lifelong companion.

So this was where my character came in he was the friendly town psychic who had a way with animals and was her only hope for her to ever find her lost companion. I agreed to help her in return for a hefty sum of money. I then used my psychic power to locate the cat, that for some reason was in New York City. I told the woman that I was amazed at how far her cat had traveled. I told her that I would travel and recover the cat, and she insisted that she come with me.

Part of Carol's character was that she had never been outside of the home town, she had some kind of mental disorder that made her very scared of going to new places. I tried to explain to her some of the sights we might see when we travel to NYC. I recall one scene where we were in the town square and I was trying to explain what skyscrapers were.

"See that building... that is what? Five stories. In New York, it's not uncommon to see buildings that are a hundred stories tall."

Mind=Blown.

Yet another aspect of this story was the fact that it took place on a future earth where air travel by plane had been outlawed because it had been deemed too fuel inefficient. Instead, people rode on huge airships called drifters. They had a skin with a layer of photosynthetic algae that grew on the outside converting waste products into energy and clean water. However, riding on drifters was unnecessarily expensive and only for the wealthy.

We considered traveling by water, but with global warming a number of ports had flooded and sea travel had become unnecessarily expensive and inconvenient. Hyper-Hurricanes and rouge waves were also a deterrent in sea travel. However, in my psychic reading, it was by means of a cargo ship that Carol's cat had traversed the ocean from Europe to NYC.

Carol didn't own a car, only a bicycle. I, however owned a Motorcycle that I refused to ride after a bad crash broke one of my arms and nearly paralyzed me. After some convincing, I realized that we really had no other option than to take the motorcycle.

Thus our journey began. There was a really long shot of us riding through a wind farm.

We eventually found ourselves in the middle east, near Dubai. Now if anyone is up-to-date, they know that Dubai is a huge Jewel-in-the-desert kind of city. But I suppose by this point in the future the original city had been decimated by sandstorms and terrorism. The city was now a titanic walled military compound that deployed mobile oil platforms into the desert to drill out the last pockets of oil. They jealously guarded the black gold held within the walls of their city.

There was a reason that we needed to associate with these people, something to do with getting a 'fueling pass' for my motorcycle.

We passed through a few other locations taking a sort of Zig-zag pattern across Eurasia, seeing the sights along the way. The only ones I even remember the names of were New Moscow and the Chinese orbital elevator in Hong Kong.

We ended up spending much longer in China than needed, and Carol got very frustrated with me. I was learning more about my psychic ability from these Buddhist monks. The monks were midgets for some reason (2-3 feet tall) They also advised against our quest, and stated that we should let her cat roam the world free, because it is clearly what he wants. Carol also got frustrated with me because I was so intent on sightseeing in China. (IWL I've always wanted to go to the more remote parts of China. They look so beautiful.)

Eventually we ended up crossing the bridge that went from Siberia to Alaska, then drove through northern Canada, heading south east of the great lakes. In this future, most of America was a war-torn and bankrupt badlands, but the eastern seaboard was still hanging on. (In fact they seemed to be thriving.)

Future NYC was beautiful. There weren't that many futuristic buildings, save for a large glass monolith with three circular holes cut through the top. A couple of drifters were docked at the top, going through the holes. Supposedly every major city had one of these. It was like an airport, but for airships rather than planes.

Just of Manhattan island, I went into a park, considered the advice of the monks and preformed a second psychic reading. I wasn't able to get as clear a bead on the cat. There was something about too much noise, but I could figure that he was in the 'New York Underground', an extensive network of tunnels running deep beneath the city. Carol had worked through her anxiety about new places and was excited to see the city.

We cut briefly back to the cats who were underground. It seemed as though their group had disbanded.

However, we needed a way to get into the NYC underground. I met my friend S who said he had a contact that worked at his favorite pizza place. The man who ran the place had skeleton fingers due to some accident when cooking. He had filed his bones into small knives and tools that he used for cooking.

When we showed up asking for information, he thought mistakenly that we were applying for a job and tried to make us cook pizza for the day.

Eventually we found how to get into the underground. There was a fake subway station with a slide in it. When we found it, Carol jumped in and I followed after her. The slide converted to a tubular pipe and we were sliding TMNT style. I'd guess we wound up about ten stories beneath the streets.

As soon as we hit the bottom of the slide someone took a picture of us and tried to sell it to us. He had a camera for part of his head and one of his eyes was the lens. (Gosh these characters are just getting weirder and weirder.) He had assumed that me and Carol were a couple and wanted to sell us the picture framed with this heart.

It was at this point that I became semi aware that this was in fact that this was a dream and I also became aware of the fact that the dream appeared to be ending.

Thus we had a rushed conclusion where Carol found her cat, only to chase him into the road and have him get run over by a bus. She cried. There was some theme/quote here about having lost a companion (the cat) and gained one (me). I then started fighting against the story and trying to change it. I wanted to go off on my own and explore the world with the money that I had made. The story concluded with me meeting up with the monks on the return journey. Carol wasn't there anymore.