A class of us was set to give talks about the research we had been collecting that summer. There was a buffet set out before us, but we had to start the talks before we could eat. The first guy went up there, he had a meticulous beard and suit and talked about some ecological conservation stuff. I was up next and anxiously waited so I could get it over with and start eating. When my turn came, I strode confidently to the podium, ready to talk about cancer. Then I realized I was only wearing underwear. I wasn't really embarrassed or anything, I just found it unprofessional. So I slipped off into a nearby walk-in closet, since the whole ceremony was being held in our family's old house. I found a bunch of really old clothes in there, some of which were my dad's. There was a garish array of vertically striped, button-up shirts that all had either neon green or blood red stripes. I put on a pair of slacks first, then finally gave up and decided on the least disgusting of the shirts. But when I looked up again, all the hangers were empty of shirts and I started to panic. I did a pullup on the high shelf and rooted around up there, but there were only thick sweaters and it was a warm house. When I, once again, just decided to grab whatever was there, there was no longer anything to be found. By this time, they should have stopped waiting for me and gone with the next presenter, but when I checked my laptop they were still waiting. So I decided to hack into the system and delete my talk to make it look like I was never supposed to give it in the first place. On a whim, I also deleted everyone else's talks out of spite. I immediately regretted it since they might be able to trace it back to me.

Next, I was an old wizard who was competing along with his wife with another wizard couple. We were inside of a Walmart and mostly just trying to show off to each other to start with. I could summon a golem and also a massively tall stone monolith that would come up through the floor and destroy whatever was above it. I got bored and decided to become the golem instead. I started walking clockwise around the main aisle of the store, and found that as the golem I could cast new spells. I created huge explosions that shot up a pillar of flame to scare other customers. I could also summon an enormous lion-headed creature that was similar to the stone monolith but could move and breathe fire. However, I was saving this spell up for the main mission: to kill the antichrist. As I walked around I met more wizards who asked me how the grinch-hunting was going. Apparently the grinch was the antichrist. I made the full circle around the store without finding anything, so I went back to try the smaller aisles.

Though I possessed the same spells as the golem, I was now an agent for a government organization and was walking around the futuristic corridors of the headquarters. I was trying to find a way out to keep looking for the antichrist, but got lost in the maze. Finally, I ran into Adam and a few other people from real-life work who were also part of the mission. We headed to a beautiful glass bubble elevator and headed down and out. Once outside, we found ourselves on the roof of a 6-story building in a modern-day, if run-down city. The only way to the ground was a free-standing but narrow scaffolding that barely provided any footholds. I was the last one to get on and found that it was virtually a ladder headed straight down. I'm not afraid of heights but I was getting a little dizzy. I had been complaining about the idea of climbing down, so I was delayed in getting on. Everyone else was on the ground when I had only taken a few steps, and I started to feel the structure start to weaken. I gripped the platform tightly! Suddenly, I felt the ground rushing up to me and I panicked. Then, in an instant, I was on my back and the impact was felt for just a second. I marveled at surviving and stood up to start yelling at the team for the bad idea. Just then, the top half of a nearby building tipped over as if on a hinge. I knew it was a research building and exclaimed that people on the top floor might be seriously hurt or worse. But they all just ignored me and started off to find the antichrist. I watched as helicopters picked up the building half and put it back on top, but I didn't see how that helped the people inside. Maybe they knew there was no one in it that day?

I had another dream that I remembered clearly after I woke up, but now I forgot it. Strange that the more recent dream was the harder one to remember.

posted by Larry at 11:39 AM