Dreams on an Epic Scale

Interestingly enough, my last two blog posts were exactly 12 hours apart. That was completely unintentional. Anyway, to sum up my last post, I did end up falling asleep last night around 1:30am. That's pretty darn late for me.

The caffeine must've still been in my system while I slept last night, because I had some awfully bizarre dreams. In one dream, I was sword fighting a group of elves. I'm talking the "Lord of the Rings" style elves. Not Santa's helpers. I don't remember much of that particular dream, but I'm pretty sure I had Fantasy on the brain last night, as I had a totally separate and equally bizarre dream...

I was back in high school, on the last day of classes before graduation. My backpack was slung over my right shoulder and I was carrying a laptop under my opposite arm. When I reached my locker, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my locker combination, so I had to meet with my homeroom teacher to get it back. Since it was between classes, I poked my head in and explained the situation. Even though it was supposedly my senior year, he acted as if he hadn't seen me in years and we began talking about random stuff that I don't recall.

While talking to him, my backpack was stolen off my shoulder and my laptop ripped from my arms. When I turned around, nobody was there. My homeroom teacher started a search of the room, but my stuff wasn't turning up. Yet, somehow, I knew who took it. Vowing revenge, I start banding together an army of students as I walk down the school hallways. I drag my posse out to the football field, where a group of disheveled angry students are waiting for me.

I notice that I'm completely outnumbered and I also get the distinct feeling that these thieving students want me dead. Both sides line up (Braveheart style) and then run into each other. Pandemonium is unleashed as hand-to-hand fighting begins. I'm standing near the back, giving orders, but it becomes apparent that my group of students are being overwhelmed. The evil thieves are breaking through my lines and coming straight for me.

At this point, I say to myself, "Okay, this is my dream. I can do anything I want." When the first of the students reach me, I bust out some crazy kung-fu moves. I'm taking down multiple opponents at once with ease. I'm dodging punches, weaving to avoid kicks, and flipping the people who grapple with me.

And then I woke up. Damn it. This always happens at the good parts. The moral of this story? Drink coffee a few hours before you go to bed for really cool, lucid dreaming.