memorable

1. I'm performing in a play of some sort. My older brother is unusually angry at me, and tears up the costume I was supposed to change into next. As it turns out, he didn't like the subject matter of the play because he'd been given eight days to live.

2. We've managed to patch things up enough that my parents and I take him to a weird place where you can finish a college degree by solving a special jigsaw puzzle. There, we meet a death-spirit who looks like a giant Pikachu with an entirely black tail and has a soothing, deep voice. I have to leave the puzzle-room, but promise that I'll visit in dreams and give my bro a big hug. I eventually find out he summoned the spirit by drawing a special symbol on himself.

3. My friends, my goldfish, and I move into this house that's a miniature nation-state for people who are part Irish. Inside the house, we have to fight a bunch of bosses from Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy. To get our powers, we raise fake swords and Keyblades and recite a somewhat Green Lantern-esque oath to turn them into real weapons. During the fight, I cause significant damage by dancing on the long hair of one of the bosses.

4. I'm utterly depressed by earlier dream events, and decide it's time to summon the Pikachu-looking spirit to myself. My friends don't want me to leave, but they understand. So they help me assemble a comfy bed out of pillows and blankets, while I remove my clothes and draw the symbol- a small circle on the forehead, a vertical line all the way down the body ending in another circle, and upward-curving lines across my eyes, throat, chest, and hips. I lie down on the bed, and the yellow spirit arrives. He tells me to close my eyes, and then when I open them again, to get up. As I do so, I step out of my own body. Before we leave, I gently kiss my forehead, and the glass of my aquarium, where my fish has been trying to get above the water to join me. The spirit informs me that another of his kind will bring me my goldfish later, as it wouldn't want to be without me.


Gah. If there are two kinds of dreams I hate, they involve bad things happening to my brother or to my fishy. The first thing I did when I woke up was check Aristotle's aquarium and reassure him I'd never leave him behind like that, and the second thing I did was check my brother's Twitter feed to make sure he'd tweeted recently. (I must admit the scene of kissing the brow of my own body would make for a kinda neat sketch, though...)