Yesterday I took a rather long nap (I always plan on short naps but they always end up longer, maybe because I enjoy Dreamland so much). During that 2-hour-ish nap, I managed to dream what felt like a novel. Unfortunately, I didn’t write it down early enough to tell you the blow-by-blow, but basically I was living in medieval times (not sure what country but since they were all speaking English, we’ll say England). The king at the time was a terrible tyrant and I planned to overthrow him. I found out I had magical powers (always a convenient discovery in dreams) so I used those to my advantage. The part I remember best was near the end, when I confronted the evil king, demonstrating my power by creating fire at will and terrorizing him with it before magically extinguishing it. I also did something like make part of the roof fall in in a perfect oval. Then I made my own evil declaration: “I HAVE THE POWER. YOU SHALL FALL. I WILL RULE ALL.” Boy, pretty tough, eh?
So, if that weren’t enough, I went to bed last night and had another wacky dream. This one was very convoluted and involved an intricate escape from a huge building. At one point we were just trying to get through a line to catch a taxi, but then it changed and I was trying to escape Vatican city with all the Swiss Guard and all the cardinals after me. I was actually escaping with a small group of people and a child (it was the child the dudes were really after, but I’m not sure why). At one point we even stepped in a fake toilet to whoosh down a tunnel (thanks for that idea, J.K. Rowling).
So I’m livin’ large–at least in my dreams. I awoke before I we escaped Vatican City, but I have great confidence that we would indeed have prevailed (even if I had to make it happen with lucid dreaming–I rock at that stuff).
