Prelin

When I woke up this morning, I almost didn't remember anything more than an odd mix of emotion. Then, within a minute or so as I focused on that feeling, my dreams came flooding back to me.

I was outside on a city street, under a well-constructed awning made of marble. I watched some clouds twist into the most amazing funnel shapes and then descend rapidly into the street. I felt safe behind a large, square stone pillar, so I didn't run. In fact, I pulled out my cell phone to take video as the tornado formed in front of me in the street. Unfortunately, it quickly dissipated as it unwound in ever direction, and I suddenly realized it was actually some sort of inter-dimensional portal. A creature like Godzilla was coming through.

Now suddenly I was in a foolish place to be, and Godzilla was looking right at me. I ran around behind the building, suddenly jealous of everyone who was safely inside off the streets. But then I heard him smashing his way through buildings to get to where he had seen me run, and I knew that being inside wouldn't help me at all anyway.

The monster came around the block where he was able to spot me again, but there were a few other people, also frantically looking for shelter, so I don't think he was immediately focused on eating me. I remember thinking, "What good does it do to hide, the damn thing can smell us!" I managed to get into the back of an ethnic grocery store of some sort, and after I passed through the loading dock area into the actual store, I felt safe enough to shop for exotic produce, and I forgot about the monster. I had one very brief moment of lucidity when I pulled my camera out to see if I good video of the inter-dimensional portal. It was a perfect reproduction taken at a perfect angle and a perfect view, and I remember thinking, "I didn't know you could record dream material at such high quality!" But that was my only lucid thought, and it wasn't completely lucid at that.


I had another, briefer dream in which I was soaking some large dolls in a zipper bag full of breast milk. For some reason, the breast milk had the consistency of sour cream, and I was disgusted by this task. That's all I remember about that dream, aside from the fact that it evoked memories of my grandmother and her home. I think they were her dolls (she had a collection in life), and I think the dream was set in an inaccurate reproduction of a room in her house.

In my dream, I was a paramedic working a school shooting scene. This is really odd to me in waking life, as I have no medical training and have never worked in the medical field. I remember walking in under a sign with the school name on it (can't recall now what it was) and thinking to myself, "Lots of people are going to wonder what it must have been like to be here in the aftermath, and here I am, not enjoying it at all." Once inside, I was taken aback at the large number of policemen, firemen, and paramedics, all just standing around, and I thought to myself, "These jerks are only here for a show. Their jobs gave them the excuse to answer the call, and here they are." And then I remember hoping I wouldn't get too much attention or requests for interviews.