I don't normally talk about dreams, mainly because I don't usually have them (sleeping trouble prevents me from reaching the necessary level of deep sleep), and secondly because I don't like the people who insist that dreams are full of symbols and psychological insight.

I will however, talk about a dream I just woke up from, mainly because I think there's something worth writing about in there...

I dreamt that I was a person with the ability to travel between time and dimensions, not exactly freely but instead bound to a few universes and points in time (hot spots if you will, like confluences of psychic energy that were linked to traumatic events in history). One of the worlds I kept encountering at different times through its history was a world almost destroyed by some kind of war, and I became obsessed with working out how to stop it happening.

Each time I did it, I kept coming closer and closer to a solution, finally meeting the people who were to initiate the war. After meeting them I sowed the seeds in their minds about the ramifications of what would happen if they ordered the attack, and then left for a cruise ship out in the harbour (a safe place if I needed to teleport away) to see if they listened.

An explosion, followed by many more, rocked the boat, and I looked in horror at the city...

To see fireworks. The most beautiful fireworks I'd ever seen were erupting over the skyline, like an explosion of flowers over a barren wasteland, and at that point I knew I'd saved that world.

I walked off the ship with a feeling of contentment that can't be matched, not noticing the woman following me until she called out my name. She was strange, her skin an odd mix between Asian and African American, and her voice was a dead monotone. Her hair was bone white as were eyes (no pupils), and she seemed to make the air freeze around her. It was only then I noticed the ground covered in snow (not sure if it was the weather, or if she did it), and while I was looking down at the snow she lashed out me both verbally and physically.

Apparently, all the time and space travel was upsetting what she called the "androgenic barrier", a force that separated humanity from the spiritual world, and that forces and beings that were normally peaceful were becoming angered by the disturbance. Almost on cue, a deranged looking woman similar to the one talking to me appeared behind her and beat her to death before collapsing in a sobbing heap in the snow.

I couldn't react, watching on as the spirit I'd been talking to fell  in a pull of her own blood. Stranger still, the blood started to soak back out of the snow (like an overloaded snow cone) and rise up into the air, forming a new spirit. Blood streaks weree ingrained in her hair and skin, and she was still exhibiting her injuries, but she ignored it and recommenced her lecture on what my alteration of history was doing.

I walked past her, and picked up the deranged spirit, my touch seeming to calm her. I walked away in the snow, to find out what was happening exactly, and how I could fix it...


Now, as cool as that may sound, that dream pisses me off! Why? Because I've been running on empty when it comes to writing and storytelling ability lately, and now I know why, I've been doing it in my bloody sleep! Does anyone else find the dream interesting though? It sounds like it's got the germ of a good story in it to me.

Oh well, I hope you're all well, catch you later!