F-ed Up Dreams
I had one of the CRAZIEST dreams I’ve ever had last night. Probably to do with being sick and feverish but here was the basic plot:
I, along with fellow classmates from law school, went to Munich for 2 weeks to work on this gene splicing project with a world renowned geneticist. We though this would be a pretty tame gene-study, akin to the AP Bio labs where you spliced the p-glo gene onto bacteria so they glowed in the dark. However, once we were there we realized how mad-scientist, cutting edge, and secretive the project was. The final unveiling at the grand ball at the end was a spider spliced with a puppy! So it was kind of a cute puppy but with extra legs and freaky looking.
For some reason this work was going to revolutionize life as we know it and we were all very concerned at the end of this project that our safety might be compromised for having this knowledge. In sending us back to the US, the project split the 100 or so of us onto three different flights and wouldn’t tell us where our flights would be landing, we just had to go with it.
My flight was supposed to get into “Southern California Airport” but they said it was fogged in, so we went to SF. However, we ended up landing in the city, on a street with the muni tracks running along it. As we were sitting there, (waiting to taxi to the gate?) We could see out the front window that a plane carrying some of our class mates was being shot at by a fighter jet that was following it. Just then, someone sitting next to me noticed that a suspicious looking guy on the street was giving a signal to someone else and then all the sudden our driver (i think it was supposed to be pilot, but unclear) was shot and we all ran out of the plane to hide in the bushes while the police arrested the shooter.
Then, I learned that the third plane had crash-landed into a plane at the airport and that only some of those people survived. After all this I found my family and told them the story and then I was speaking to a big classroom full of people trying to tell them everything that happened because the news wasn’t covering the story, but everyone started talking and not listening after a while and I was screaming the story at the top of my lungs. Then all the sudden a couple of men with guns appeared at the window, and i hid under a desk as they called out my name and said they were looking for me. I managed to not get shot, but they did warn me that if I didn’t stop talking they’d start bugging my house.
The dream then skips forward 6 years to when we are having a reunion of the people from the summit, but only a few are alive and many are sick. We were still frightened about having a reunion because then the people wanting to keep us quiet could find us. The dream trailed off where I was supposed to be working on a “package” that was sent in the mail and then I started worrying it might be a bomb and I was trying to get rid of it.
Alarm clock, and end scene.
4 years ago • Notes