Ah, now I dreamt I was in vietnam and in weird mines. A tunnel rat maybe, I hardly saw the daylight I remember. Scared shitless. Constant fighting. I remember walking down miles of tunnels and the further I went the younger the soldiers were, until I saw little kids being taught propaganda. “Kill the Gooks!” the teachers told the children, and they started stabbing little asian dolls. I remember being disgusted, and me and a group of men had plotted a way to go AWOL and leave the army. We had this weird battle cry we used as a code word, but I can’t remember the words to it. I remember chanting it as I returned into the tunnel, looking like I was raising morale after a battle, but every so often a person would get up from digging or training or whatever they were doing at the time and just follow me through twists and turns of claustraphobic dirt tunnels.
I’m starting to think writing dreams may be a bad idea. Remembering too clearly may be a bad idea.

The next dream. Humanity had become aware of the impending arrival of a new large celestial entity, a planet or meteory headed towards our vicinity. I was with someone who was very knowledgeable about astronomy. He had books and binders and notes filled with different bodies of mass near the earth and their trajectory and claimed he knew for quite some time this was coming. I remember it was the gravity of this object that was so powerful that the moon hung low in our sky, in our atmosphere but still floating there. It must have been only a fraction of it, because we rode in a single propellor steam-punk looking plane around it. The sky was a melting pot of bronze and black, with burning hot white holes poked everywhere, like the atmosphere was being torn away and the star-filled sky was much more visible. I remember preparing to leave with family and the transition into another dream.


There was this little kingdom that wanted to kill these swamp people. It was a surreal blend between reality and mythology. There was this witch, she walked from a castle across the swamp and on a giant lilipad there was this little token. A weird bird-man, appeared and started asking her questions like “How did you know I was here?” “Why do you want my power?” “What do you plant to accomplish and how do you think you can defeat me?” and she simply replied: “If I am powerful enough to know the answers to all of your questions, I need not answer them.” He flew away and I remember being inside the witch’s head, she could hear his thoughts as he mumbled to himself about how she could still use each of her natural senses to locate him. A visual diagram appeared in her mind for sound, smell, sight, electromagnetic energy, thermal. And in each of them it looked like a pool of water that spiked whereever he went, like a minimap to a video game. He died, suddenly, as if erased from the dream. She inherited his power by taking the token. I was her pupil, along with some girl. A knight from the kingdom, a knight who was highly revered and close to the ruler of the kingdom, appeared after much noise of conflict. Apparently he had gone mad and simply murdered everybody including the king on his warpath to the witch, where he simply knelt and buried a body of someone he loved. He had fallen under her sway and just knelt there next to his deceased kin. I remember my fellow pupil had a deformity or wound on her leg that she was not happy with, and the witch told her to lay down in the grass and she just massaged the skin and each time it became tight then loose, it healed and healed. But she couldn’t complete the process because she was old, but it was enough show of power for us both to be incredibly amazed with her abilities. I’m sure it’s safe to assume she was an evil power hungry person and we were being groomed to inherit her power, but I don’t remember anything further.