(Dream from 27/3/12)
I was working for a bland company doing something vague.
One day, everyone from my office was sent to a martial arts class on the other side of the city of alleyways we lived and worked in. The dojo was in a little square and opposite was a house.
From the house, we heard strange noises. The martial arts teacher and the rest of us looked through the window to see ...
(the back-story just arrived in my head at this point - years ago an evil and very powerful witch was hanged, but one of her followers stored her soul in a lump of play-dough)
... someone putting a play-dough hat on a cat. The cat grew and turned into a woman - the most powerful and evil witch in the world!
She saw us, so we all ran back through the alleyways to our office. The martial arts instructor came, too.
We had a sort of war council going. Nobody was likely to believe us and we were sure the witch would want to get rid of witnesses, so we decided we were responsible for saving the world. Except we were useless. At this point, big birds in huge flocks started flying around the office block. I mean really huge birds. Pigeons as big as a man.
The martial arts instructor, an elderly and pleasant guy, announced that he was actually Batman although he retired a long time ago. We all cheered, because, well, BATMAN! We had Batman on our side!
Then he pointed to me and said "And he was Robin!" I wasn't Robin. Ever. Turns out he was just a confused old man that had wandered into the dojo as we arrived.
I want to write about my dreams. Just to be clear: I don't think they predict anything, mean much that's useful or represent some alternative mode of consciousness. They've just been AWESOME lately.
This post is about the dream from two nights ago.
It began with me trying to rinse my face in my bathroom basin. This was awkward because the bathroom cabinet was floating over it. Where the shadow of the cabinet fell on the basin, it left dirty black marks. This washed away leaving a message I can't quite remember. The water turned black.
A colleague of mine had stuffed a towel down the loo, too. I won't name him.
I was in a rush because I needed to get on an aeroplane to Hong Kong and be back before my lecture in our new Faculty building.
When I got to the lecture, Alexei Sayle was in charge of progressing the slides. The slides were painted on large glass sheets. Alexei smashed each one as it was finished with, to reveal the one behind. Just smashed them angrily with his fist.
The room was like a sports hall and L shaped. People wandered through and I had to shout over the experimental jazz being played over the PA system and the people that kept singing as they walked through the middle of the class. At one point, I climbed on to a concrete art installation to try and get the attention of the class, who were scattered all around the huge room.
In spite of all of this, I was having a lot of fun.