Identity X's Dream Journal (2nd ed)

[Identity X]

25/1/06 Bin Laden's Newsagents! I had gone to get a newspaper; a long trek over town (which did not look much like it does); again, as in a lot of my dreams, the roads were quite confusing, but I presumedly got there eventually. Cut to me calling at [Neighbour]'s house - it was [Neighbour]'s paper I had gone to get. Inexplicably, [Colleague] answered, like she was [Neighbour]'s servant or something. I gave her the paper, and she walked into the house some way. She came back after a while, still clenching the paper; she explained, in broken English and rather disapprovingly, that she had wanted The Mirror. I looked at the paper, it was The Sun. I was quite cross with myself - this was apparently not the first time I had done as I often just grabbed any old paper - and [Neighbour] was annoyed too (I never saw her). Cue me going across town again. I came to junction, facing a very wide road, with buildings around it. To my right was out of town - and the road and the outskirts being vast and confusing, this was quite unsettling. I had a faint idea that I had to go down a road to my NE, but I was really quite lost. **In my local dream diary I have a map of the junction here. Sorry** I saw [Brother] across the road he either joined me (shown above) or I joined him - he told me about a shortcut away through a wide, overgrown path, with two tracks - it went behind the houses on the "normal way" road - I had my suspicions. Cut to me getting to the shop; it was run by Bin Laden! It was similar to the [Local Newsagents] but smaller and more crowded shelves. Bin Laden had darker skin than you would expect - he was still hated, but he was not "wanted" or anything, so he would not be arrested. Cue me waking up.

[Identity X]

26/1/06 The Son of God and the Videogame Machine Beginning of the dream I have forgotten. Start of recall: was looking on the 'net with [Brother] about an actor - Tom Cruise? or someone similar sounding similar, who thought he was "the Son of God". I loaded up a very harrowing picture; the actor, male, with dark hair, dressed in a dark blue robe, with a porcelain mask on that went from his hairline to near the end of chin. It had crude eye and nostril holes cut into it with little care; it was painted as though it was a doll of himself, although a little more lifelike. It was deeply, deeply disturbing. Cue scene change to a (red/pink?) carpetted room with windows with office blinds puuled down, so light was beaming in. After going mad he had invented or was a key user of a videogame machine. It was similar to a fishtank, but without water. You put wooden, pixellated and painted, models of characters or features in it, and when viewed from the front it was a screeen playing (or displaying a still of) a videogame encapsulating the elements you entered. The actor pulled out a print-out from a chunky printer next to it - it had a message written on it, I don't know what though - and below it printed a large, pixellated "pick up" style strawberry (the kind you'll find in Pac Man or Bubble Bobble). I picked up a wooden Mario a la Donkey Kong and tried to put it into the machine, but a grid over the top prevented me from doing so. I then wake up.[/i]