A Plot Twist in a Dream?

I had a sweet dream last night. It was like a movie. It starts off with a view looking down on a white sports car that was being chased by cop cars. The car is swooping in and out of traffic. At one point, it cuts off a red van which in turn holds up the cop cars temporarily. The sports car continues its escape and then I come to realize that I am the one driving the car. As I drive, I see that up ahead there is a spike strip and I slam on the brakes. Then I start spinning the car's wheels and turn the car to the left. More spikes. Turn to the right and more spikes. I look to where I came from and see that they have put more spikes down. I then hammer on the gas and try to dodge the spikes on the left and two of the tires are slashed. As I drive away, I realize that my car will be useless soon so I pull the car to the right and crash into the bushes. The scene cuts to me being brought to a prison and to a cop of some sort who happens to be my friend, Chris, who is supposed to ask me questions about the crime that led to the car chase. He is in disbelief that I could do something so bad. The scene then cuts to me being led to another cell where there are many other prisoners sharing. For whatever reason, it is a mixed gender prison. I try to go to sleep, but it is almost morning and I have to get up to get breakfast. Now, for some bizarre reason, they serve breakfast by bringing it to the cells on rolling serving tables and opening all the cell doors. In hindsight, that would be a terrible way to do it. Any way, people start crowding into the hallway to get food. I go as well and I see Monica.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I was driving the red van, remember."

"Oh yeah."

It is at that point that me in dream remembers that she was apart of my crime and that she apparently didn't escape either. I leave her and continue through the crowd where I run into Tyler, another accomplice.

"Tyler."

"Hey man."

We start walking up some stairs.

"Tyler, do you remember actually robbing the bank?"

"Of course, I mean you were the safe cracker and I was the gunman."

I should mention that this is the first time it was made known to me as the dreamer. I mean, a plot twist in a dream? That is awesome!

"I know that, but do you actually remember robbing it?"

"Not really, but I definitely remember the smells."

"Something weird is going on."

We have made our way up onto a football field where the inmates can workout and such. Tyler picks up a football and hucks it high into the air. We then notice the ball is going to land near some rough looking guys. We hold our breath hoping it doesn't hit them. The ball lands five feet from them and they look up at us. Tyler starts running away. I stand and watch as one of the goons take off after Tyler and tackles him down field. I turn back to the other head guy and see him marching with his eyes on Tyler. I start to run for the guy and jump up on him and start punching him in the head. The thug carries me towards the edge of the field which looks down on the rest of the prison. He is storming with anger and as he charges he attempts to throw me through the fence, but I hold onto him and pull him with me. We crash through the fence. He falls more or less straight down, but I fly outwards and just over the outer wall lined with barbed wire. Time seems to slow as I see him land on a flagpole and I glide over. I turn in the air and gently slow my fall and land on a small strip of land between the wall and the ocean. I then wake up.

That was like a blockbuster of a dream. I mean, what happened at the robbery? Were we intending to rob it or were we forced into it? Who knows? Literally nobody.

Better Than All This Book Reading Crap

I had a dream this morning and because I rarely remember mine, I like to recollect them as much as I can before I lose them completely. This one isn't really funny, though, I should warn you. Before I start into the dream, I would like to point out one of the coolest things about dreams. It is easily the best part of any dream and it is simply that no matter how crazy the circumstances of the dream are or how everything is unrecognizable anything is, as you proceed through the dream, you have a sense of unspoken knowledge in the dream. It is never explicitly told to you, noone ever informs you of it. You simply know. It is built-in knowledge. For instance, this dream of mine starts off in a smaller town that I am unfamiliar with. Now, there is nothing that tells me that this is a small town. It doesn't seem like it would necessarily seem so. If you're plunked down onto a random street anywhere, you may not know how big the town or city is. But I knew that it was a small town and so it was. And the reason I knew I was unfamiliar with it was not because it didn't look like Minnedosa or Brandon or Winnipeg, but rather, my built-in knowledge supplied to me for the purpose of the dream told me it was an unfamiliar town. I wish that in reality, there were times that you could just have knowledge come to you at will. That would be so sweet. Better than all this book reading crap.

Anyway, on with the dream. I was walking down the street, there was a back-up of cars, I don't know why there were a back-up of cars, it was just so. I was walking along and decided to cross in between a couple of the cars because no one was moving. Then one of the drivers of one of the cars, started to yell at me. It wasn't because of my jay-walking either. From built-in dream knowledge, I knew to just ignore her. I wasn't supposed to make a ruckus. Then a couple of dogs come up to me, one of which is more on the playful side or perhaps curious. The other had a bit of more aggressive side, as it stood on it's hind legs and had its paws on my shoulder. Now, because this is a dream, I should point that these were normal dogs. They weren't dogs that could walk around on it's hind legs as it spout out old Beatles' song backwards as they drank martinis. It was more that this was a big, grey dog. I don't know what kind it was. I don't know my dog types. Which brings me to another cool thing about dream knowledge is that it doesn't try to give me knowledge that I don't have in real life. I don't know dog types in real life, but I do know that I still do not like dogs and so it is with dream me.

Anyway, the lady said a lot of things that were trying to attack me, but the one that stands out to me now is, in reference to the dogs, "They can smell your kind!" And due to dream knowledge, I knew she was talking about how the dogs could smell that I was a Jew. And it had that edge that she wished me dead because I was one.

For those of you out there that don't know. I'm not Jewish at all. My name is David and that's as far as she goes. But due to dream knowledge, I knew that I would not be able to have a reasonable discussion with an ignorant racist, because it is effectively useless. Wait, screw dream knowledge, that's just common sense. And I guess that also shows how wrong the dogs were if they could truly smell the Jewishness in me.

Anyway, I knew I had to get out of there before others in the town found out that there was a Jew in the town. Or at least an accidental Jew.

Now, more dogs start crowding around, not aggressively mind you like the one, but I go down to the river's edge in an attempt to get the dogs away, because they were getting in the way. It's like how I feel about dogs in real life. I then push the big, dumb dog over and keep moving. I hear a gasp as I do this. I go into the water up to my knees and I turn around to see a park rangery type police officer coming down the river bank. I knew this due to the fact he wore shorts. He was stern and knew to be cautious of the Jew.

"What is going on here?"

I knew he was talking about me pushing over the one dog.

"Well, that dog was on top of me..." I start to explain, but I know I must be careful with my explanation. I walk back to the shore and that's when the officer pulled out a stun gun and zapped me and I fell to the ground. My dream knowledge told me that I was in a lot of trouble. And the dream ends.

Of course, I was thinking through the dream and made me realize again how incredibly difficult it is to stand up for yourself in the face of ignorance. Whether it's in regards to race or religion or whatever, ignorance is the one thing that a logical explanation is useless against. I mean even if I would have tried to explain that I wasn't Jewish, it would have done me no good. I was screwed.

That's why I think I've been trying to be open-minded about things, because as soon as you start being heavy handed and start shutting out other opinions simply because they differ form your sanctimonious version of reality, that leads to the path of violence and discrimination. You start to see people as less than. And that's the thing that scares me the most.