Normally when we dream, we often dream of something with a single narrative. While multiple-dreams often occur over the same night, we aren't usually aware (at least I haven't been) of the junction between dream #1, dream #2 and so on. What triggers that critical moment where you stop dreaming about having sex with Megan Fox and embark on a secret agent mission (which later involves sleeping with someone else, of course)? What causes the split?
To recap, here is everything that I remembered. Interestingly, I'm unable to figure out any motive or reason behind any of it. Usually dreams are deep metaphors, and perhaps I am not being as analytical about it as I could be.
Here goes. I kick things off by assuming the persona of the main character in the newest video game "L.A. Noire". Which I don't own, I must add. The main character in that title, is a goody two-shoes, no-nonsense "Imma clean up this town" detective. Which is the role I assumed.
At first, I found myself being followed by foot down the hills of San Francisco with three men in tow, spaced exactly apart by three or four feet in a neat, tidy row. Approaching some area caused the "caution" meter to go up, indicating that my paranoia was going to expose myself to the risk of being fingered for a detective. Which is apparently a bad thing in this crime-riddled city.
My destination was a scene in which a murder is about to take place, with me holding the smoking gun. A frame-up job, cooked up by a group of cigar smoking, nefarious businessmen with designs to eliminate anything that gets in the way of their illicit activities. Which included detectives, unfortunately.
But before I could reach this place, the three men following me vanished and a scene triggered in where I get involved in shooting my way to the murder scene. Looking rather dapper in a blue fedora and suit, I'm holding up a pistol and blasting away one by one at any pin-striped fool that gets in my way. KA POW! Down! KA POW! Next!
After a few of these, it begins to get gory with my discovery of having a "precision aim" ability where I could focus myself to the point that I could aim my gun along the bridge of the hoodlum's nose and plug him between the eyes.
A gory interlude follows as corpses pile up and the retro, 50s noir backdrops changed with each group of vanquished foes.
Then, like a video game, the enemy becomes progressively more difficult, until I reach one that seems impervious to bullets.
Ronald McDonald.
He looked exactly like the park bench likeness we've all seen at some point in our lives and in this dream, he sported a malevolent appearance, dodging and absorbing my firepower with ease.
He was also holding a drink with a straw in his hand. It certainly added insult to injury I'd say.
As I'm trying to figure out his weakness (maybe shoot him in the balls?), he gets paired up with an equally nefarious villian.
A smoking hot, big-breasted lady who's operative was to seduce me away from the carnage and thus, end the game.
Let me tell you, my rapturous audience. I came pretty damn close to putting down my sidearm when she appeared.
I guess my self-analysis on this is that I enjoy boobies more than violence, but hey this was to be a noble quest to eliminate the undesirable and criminal elements of my fair city.
As the seductress plied me with her wares, Ronald McDonald slurped away on his drink with a smile thinking I was done for as I meekly requested if I could just "look" at them. To which she cheerfully obliged and began to remove her shirt..
POOF! END OF DREAM ONE.
In this vision, I'm walking along a trail following the gal with the big hoo-has and I am no longer decked out in 50s regalia.
I'm in a park somewhere, holding hands with a small boy who I assumed to be my son; and to my left, a woman who I took as a depiction of my wife. We walked forward, trailing behind the boobied girl, who by the way, was masked from the eyes down at our initial encounter and is now unmasked to reveal a rather startling, serpetine face. Good thing I didn't "hit" that.
We walked this lady to her home, which was conveniently by a movie set that was being filmed in Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta, Canada. There was some motive of sympathy involved in this, as if we felt sorry for her.
Eventually in the distance, we spot a grand, blue house sitting in the middle of the field. In an area where no houses should exist, and this was apparently where a movie was being filmed. Starring.. omg.. wait for it...
Brad Pitt.
As my two companions excitedly took what they were seeing, I couldn't help but point out that I was here before and had already met some of the cast involved with this production.
"But not Brad Pitt" my wife chimed in.
"No. Obviously not him" I replied.
I gestured animatedly towards certain sights and explained how I'm sort of famous by association for having come across all this weeks before anyone else did.
My wife and child beamed with pride towards me during all this. We held hands and made our way forward. Marvelling at how realistically the set was designed.
Approaching the blue house, the background upon which it rested began to assume a very CGI feel. As if we were watching the movie playing before our eyes. What was once a green, grassy hill -- turned into snowy banks that people were skiing down.
Here is where the dream begins to shift, as while we are seeing all this, the surroundings warp and we found ourselves in a darkened theatre, staring at the screen with the house on it.
My son smiled and curled up next to me, resting his head on my shoulder while I positioned my right arm to better accomodate him.
On the left, my wife reached out a hand that I held gently.
And that's it.. I woke up.
But.. It's the segues that prompts me to blog about all this. How do they occur? Why?
I am trying to think of a reason as to what prompted my mind to go from being seduced to becoming a family man. There has to be an explanation for it. Did I achieve my initial objective? Or should I credit boredom and a lack of imagination for the L.A. Noire segment to converge into something else? I don't think it was boredom, as you can see it left off on a moment I would've liked to, uhm.. continue with. So what did it?
If this sounds like a waste of one's resources to consider, I would like to submit that I am personally very much fascinated by the mechanism of dreaming. It's apparent function and purpose are often debated about in the world today.
Do we dream as a way to create events so that our waking selves can be more capable of handling wild and (in this case) improbable situations should they occur in real life? Obviously this isn't true, though that is one theory I have heard.
Or is it something else? Whatever it is, it's interesting to think about. The segue is a key component of understanding the purpose of dreaming, I'm sure of it. Whatever prompted the change, might be a critical piece of the puzzle should I continue along with this particular debate I'm having.
I'll let you know once I figure things out.
Soon as I finish having sex with that big-breasted gal.
