A Strange Dream

I went to bed at a decent hour last night (about 10:30), and I woke up around 4:15 am from a really weird dream. I was pretty emotional about it when I first woke up, as I am from time to time with dreams. Only nothing really deeply emotional or personal happened in the dream. Here's what happened, and I'll try my best to paint the whole picture, though some of it will be ridiculous and won't make sense...

For some reason (these words are usually used quite a bit when describing a dream) I had some kind of dangerous job. I don't know if I was a hitman or an assassin of some kind. All I know is that my job involved traveling and laying low wherever I went. On this journey I am in Sweden and I'm staying with one of my old babysitters. His name is Marshall, and he was an important adult figure to me when I was really young. He was one of my models for father type figure. But he's never lived in Sweden and I doubt he ever will. Regardless, he had his own place in Sweden and it was in a pretty typical sub-division. I'm staying with him for a couple days and during that time we had a couple of talks about where I was headed in life and what I wanted to do. I didn't really have a good answer or plan, and I told him that I was basically just taking it one day at a time and doing my best to come up with something soon. He said that was fine and I could stay with him as long as I needed.

So one day he leaves for work and I'm at his house alone. I'm basically just sitting around, mixing drinks, and watching TV. Out of nowhere this girl arrives. I don't remember if I let her in the house or if she'd been there the whole time. In the dream I just accepted that she was there now. She looked like Ellen Page (the girl who played Juno), and of course since I think Ellen Page is beautiful I thought the same of her. She sits on the sofa with me and we start talking. It turns out her name is Katie. All of a sudden a gunshot rings out and a bullet shatters the big glass sliding doors in the room and explodes the couch cushion next to me. She screams and we both dart behind the sofa. I know that there is a sniper outside and off in the distance, and he's trying to kill me or anyone associated with me. I'm sure he has a great view of the room we're in right now because he's up on a hill that overlooks the subdivision. Basically, I know we're fucked, and she's freaking out. I tell her to stay calm and that I'm going to get us out of this situation. We're still hiding behind the sofa as I take off my White Sox jersey and throw it across the room. A bullet explodes the wall on the other side of the room as the sniper attempts to hit my jersey, thinking its me. Meanwhile, me and Katie take off running in the other direction towards the garage part of the house. We're getting shot at the whole time but we make it.

Once we get into the hall, I ask her if she has a car there. Katie says that she does, but her car is very "different". I tell her it doesn't matter. As long as the thing has four wheels and moves at speeds greater than 40 mph, I don't care how "different" the car is. We get into the garage and we find her car. It is very tiny, has only two seats, and is black. But I don't question it at all. I climb into the passenger side and she takes the wheel. She explains to me that it is some kind of electric car, but it requires me to provide the electricity. I look down at my feet and there are pedals that look like they would be on a paddle boat or a bike. It only takes a few rotations to get the car fully charged, but you still have to do it manually. So I pedal for about a minute and she starts the car up. We escape the house and we only hear one more shot get fired during our escape. She's still a little freaked out, but she's calmed down quite a bit. So as she's driving this car I'm pedaling to provide the power for it. She asks me where I'm from and what I'm doing in Sweden. I explain where I'm from and tell her that I'm kind of like a secret agent, but I can't go into many details. She accepts this.

It becomes dark very soon, and we hit a section of road known as the "Swedish Tunnel". It's basically just a large underground tunnel with orange overhead lighting that goes on for many, many miles and has four lanes of traffic. We keep driving, and I can tell that she's a little smitten for me. Probably because I saved her life, but I can't be sure. All I know is that I'm attracted to her as well and we start to flirt a bit. One thing about the car... you can't pedal when you're turning. She's in control of the steering wheel, the brakes, and the gas. But occasionally when she was making slight turns I would be in the process of pedaling. Supposedly this damages the car a little bit when you do it, but I kept fucking up and pedaling at bad times. This upset her a bit and I kept apologizing, but she was very understanding of how weird all of this was to me. I ask her if there's anywhere fun that we can go, and she says there is. But she also seems very shy or hesitant to show me. I ask why and she tells me that it's because it's not THAT much fun.

After a bit her car breaks down. I feel really guilty and responsible for it, and while she's upset about it, she doesn't blame me for it. We put the car in neutral and push it off the road and into this weird train station/roller coaster loading area. It's for such occasions when your car breaks down. It's a separate track that will pull your car to wherever your destination is (ridiculous right?), and it's run by the Swedish police. Well as we're loading her car onto the track, a policewoman approaches me and hands me two tickets. One is for $89 and one for for $35. I'm not sure what they're for, but I'm assuming it's something related to me fucking up the pedaling system while Katie was driving. So I accept this, and Katie and I get back in her car as the track drags us to her "fun place".

It turns out that this place is just a very large casino/shopping mall. I'm holding hands with Katie as we walk around. They keep the area pretty dark because they want to show off all of the pretty flashing lights of the different shops and tables in the casino area. We haven't done anything yet, but I'm already having a great time. I tell Katie there was nothing to be ashamed of here, and that I was just happy I was with her. She blushes at this and we continue to walk around for a while. The whole time I'm trying to figure out a way that I can either stay in Sweden or bring Katie back to the U.S. with me when I return home. I don't want to leave her, even though I've only known her for about 2 hours. Eventually we go up and we start to shoot some craps at a table with a few people.

We're having fun and laughing with some strangers. I turn around to look behind me, and standing there looking around confused is my best friend Garrett Callender. I walk up to him and surprise him. We hug and I ask what he's doing in Sweden. He says he's there for something regarding college and Jane Grote. I can't remember what. I introduce him to Katie, and Garrett acts surprised when he sees her as well. He says he already knows her, and this baffles me considering I just met her a couple hours ago and he's probably been in Sweden just as long as I have. But they don't talk much. I comment on how weird it is that we're in the same foreign country at the same time, but Garrett doesn't see it as that big of a deal. I tell Katie and Garrett that I have to go to the restroom, and I leave them for a moment. I head down this well-lit hallway that looks very similar to a hallway in Dunham Hall at SIUE. I go into the bathroom and approach the urinal to do a #1. Sitting near the sink is a stack of bowling score cards that are done with green ink and have the Ghostbusters logo on them. I finish pissing and wash my hands before commenting on how cool that is. I steal a few of them, stuffing them into my pocket, and head back out into the hall.

As I step out of the door, I look up to see Kevin Nash. Yes, the professional wrestler. I'm surprised/thrilled to bump into him, and he was a really nice guy. I talk to him for a few minutes and tell him that he was one of my favorite wrestlers while I was growing up. He thanks me and we discuss wrestling from the late 1990's for a bit. I get my picture taken with him (I had a digital camera) and we say our goodbyes. I return to the casino area to meet up with Katie and Garrett, but I can't find them. I look around for a long time and I finally find Garrett. I ask where Katie is, and he says he doesn't know. But he has to leave, so I say goodbye to him and tell him to call me when he gets back to the states. I go looking for Katie and I find her sitting alone looking very sad. I sit beside her and ask what's wrong. I think she's pissed about her car, but she tells me that she's confused about what she's doing with her own life and she's not looking forward to me leaving her. Just as I'm about to give my response to this...I wake up from my dream...

I laid there in bed for a few minutes trying to remember as much about this dream as I could. Then I quickly got on here to write it all down. I don't know why I felt inclined to make sure THIS dream got written down, but I did. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, and I'm sure I'll remember certain parts and forget certain parts over the next couple days. But please, if you've taken the time to read this whole messed up dream, please leave me a comment on what you think of it and what you think it means.

I wish you to wear this dress and bonnet

Wow. I laughed a lot at this one. I should follow Robot Chicken more closely, but not being in the country or having a TV makes that harder.