This dream is the wildest I've had in recent memory. I had it while wearing a nitotine patch. Some of the metaphors I can readily recognize, but there are some...

Much of the dream centered on an apartment, I think two in fact. I returned to an old haunt, but for the life in me, I can't remember where I saw it, but I recall the location as being somewhere off highway 100. A fallacy because I don't know any who lives near it, yet still it felt like a reminisce of a childhood memory, of decades ago, the kind were are sad to leave and fond of remembering.

The apartment was vacant, the tenants long moved out, leaving behind markers of their existence: a sofa, a coffee maker, a coffee table perhaps, etc, but for the most part the place was abandoned, seemingly in a hurry. It had a familiar sense about it, a feeling of good times spent there, partying, talking and learning from people, but I the place itself was unknown.

I went down to the basement to see what still remained that I could carry away. I don't recall where I found the door, and it doesn't matter as the whole room shifted and turning back revealed a different room than from what I left. Down the steps, I take a right, turn left and the room angles to the left, through a door I enter, to hear steps above. I head back to the steps I came from, but they aren't the steps I came from. The door is now frosted or textured glass and I see the dark distorted outline of someone walking back and forth. I stand motionless, silent, hoping this strnager doesn't discover me, but the door opens and I'm surprised to see, as she is to see me, someone I don't know.

She laughs in the shock of the moment, I laugh, she hops onto my lap, straddles my leg, grasps my left shoulder and holds on with her right hand. My hands are on her hips. She is weightless, has no mass, no form that transfers sensation to my hands or shoulder or leg, but she is altogether familiar and I feel very close to her and we talk and laugh about nothings of importance.

The scene fades, and I find myself first hand witness to a sequel of Star Wars that was never made, never conceived, never imagined. Luke Skywalker, the intrepid young Jedi, travels to a planet to rescue a woman. She may be a mentor, a friend, a colleague, anything at this point. He lands, somewhat, flys through a laboratory of such a massive scale, I can only refer to it in Lovecraftian terms: cyclopean! However, the stone is now metal and the pillars are now vats of preserving fluid holding failed clones of critters ranging from roughly human size to gargantuan. Think of a twenty story building and you may begin to understand. I watch him fly what looks like the Millenium Falcon through this lab, past these towering cylinders of indistinguishable forms, some with the appearance of wings and tentacles and afterthought makes me wonder if my mind is projecting Great Cthulhu (ref: Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"), blasting away obstables to make his way to the center of the base.

Cut to a scene in a a bedroom, adorned in onyx marble polished to mirror gloss, the bed made with black satin sheets, less a place of pleasure and more a room for brooding. He is trapped, or I am trapped, somehow, for what ever reason but at present there is no fear. Only a feeling of wonder, a need to see more, that there is something more to come just one second away. He/we move slowly, deliberately, making our steps count, listening for a sound that is not of our making. She appears as a svelte, raven black haired beauty, dressed in black. Everything is black except her skin, which is typically Caucasian white. She says something, it feels sinister, but it passes through us and we refuse to move. Something is going to happen. She trembles; she begins to melt and exclaims with a pleading in her voice, "I'm a clone!" We stand there, unmoved and respond simply from an understanding of futility, "I cannot help you."

Cut now, I am sitting in the back bedroom of the apartment, watching a mini DVD player on a single. I try to go back and view the scene again, but I'm getting scenes of Jarjar Binks and Obi Wan (as played by Sir Alec Guiness) and can't find it again. I try to rewind and there are multiple rewind, fast forward and eject buttons all over this imagined contraption.