The Oddness of My Dreams
Well it’s been an extremely long time since I updated here. I could tell stories of work, of campaigning, of winning elections and of being laid up with an infected foot but I’ll not. Instead I want to briefly document one of the weirdest dreams I’ve had in a long time. Blatantly being signed off ill with a gammy foot has adversely impacted my mind. The constant stream of movies and TV have eaten at my grey matter and turned it into some kind of insane Bachelors Cup-A-Soup mush.
Whilst snoozing this afternoon I dreampt of some sort of bastardised hybrid between The West Wing and Jumper. It started off with me realising I could teleport around the place ala Jumper but not only in space, also in time. The next thing I know someone shows up who has been randomly killing off people - including friends and family again sort of ala Jumper. This fact is uncovered and myself and a third person, who came out of nowhere but who can also teleport, battled to try and kill him. This was all taking place around where I lived but then came the Hollywood-esque surprise.
Just before we put an end to him he revealed some mad secret that would enable us to save our lives or someone elses life or a block of cheese, I can’t remember but it was something important. I then end up fighting my partner to try and save this mystery murderers life which is when the crazy time travelling comes into effect. My former sidekick starts travelling back in time and changing events to try and make me want to kill the man again - all very bizzare. Anywho I travel back correcting things and eventually win but I can’t remember how, I think we all just got bored and gave up. Thus he was saved and we for some reason went to the white house.
At this stage a mad “you’re not supposed to know this but the audience is” reveal took place. It turns out at age ten this madman had killed one of my best friends! Expect further crazy plot twists and reveals from that one.
So we get to the West Wing and for some reason all these teleporting people decide to barricade themselves into the canteen and setup a government in exile. The real government takes gumption to this starts killing teleporters and invades the canteen at which point everyone teleports away, apart from the leader of the teleport-government who it turns out couldn’t teleport and so had to tunnel out of the back wall of the canteen. Alas just as they invade the canteen my teleporting powers fail me and so I’m left holding a bag right up until the moment of almost being shot at which point they mysteriously work again and I’m teleported to some mad snow country.
This, it transpires, is where the President of the US - Jed Bartlett - has been during all this maddness. He is travelling back via heli-jet when he is assassinated by the teleporting people who teleport around sabotaging the jet and causing it to crash. Then begins a bizzare sequence whereby the ghosts of the pilot, the President and someone else wander round and discover the new base of the teleporters but realise they can do nothing as they are infact dead (although Bartlett was all for reconciliation prior to being assassinated). I turn up at the base and am welcomed with some suspicion - why did I not turn up with everyone else? Am I a spy? As I’m led to my new room in this secret teleporters base I overhear some conversation and uncover the ultimate plan of the teleporters - involving explosives planted in the foundations of buildings and such.
At this stage the dream became too bizzare even for my mind and I woke up. It was absolutely insane and at once the oddess and most vivid dream I have ever had. Crazy details like packing my bag and grabbing momentos and such before evacuating the soon to be invaded canteen were all included. I think there might have even been some dramatic music overlaid at appropriate times. Really was weird and I thought I would share it with the four people who less than regularly check this page.
Those of you who managed to stay the course and read all that should be given an endurance award. Those of you who managed to read it all and yet still maintain the thread of the tapestry of intrigue that made up the story should be concerned for your mental health. In any case I have decided it’s best if I don’t watch anymore TV for a very very long time
At least it’s back to work tomorrow!