The most amazing dream

June 20 07
Amazing dreams this morning.
If I can remember it all... It started out about how Lyssia (my sister) was the nanny for Thom Yorke's kids! That was quite funny. There was some other mumbo-jumbo about my friends back home and being at a bar with Dutch people (or was that a dream?) and then it lead into the exciting part that Michael Mann produced:

My dad and I were in some kind of tropical setting, where the natives of this place were going to overthrow the white people, in revenge for what they'd done to their culture. I guess the plan was to take over the island for a couple days or something. So we were a part of this somehow, and we ended up being part of the big group who was going to overtake everything. They had sharpened spears and torches, throwing nets, clubs, etc. The natives started to line the streets, as there was some kind of big parade that everyone in the town was in... They also promised to kill anyone with their spears who tried to fight. A few pink shirt guys tried to start something with the natives, but they ended up just kind of laughing and I pushed them back into the crowd for fear someone might actually get hurt. Eventually everything started to descend into pandemonium and it became clear there was some kind of war going on. I kept finding people who needed to make appointments at Lens Crafters for some reason.

Then we were in the middle of some huge war game... there was a vast, massive arena and on one side, it was the USA and most western countries and on the other side there was China. There was something going on between them and Tibet, and a giant battle was going on for it. There was such an air of excitement and anticipation in this crowd, loads of people were there... politicians, military people, TV, government, Civil rights groups, there were fires going and songs being sung and further down the slope of the massive bleachers/arena (which became more of a desert on a slope as you went down), the battle was being fought. I remember looking at a TV monitor about how the Tibetans were loosing Lhasa once again, and i saw a live shot from a helicopter of a Chinese soldier running down the hill after this Tibetan boy... They were running SO fast, I felt bad for the soldier because he was going to have to run back UP with hill WITH this kid. Eventually, he caught the kid, and started beating him up. This really pissed me off, and somehow I became the pilot in the helicopter where this shot was being taken. Being in the midst of the battle was chaos; explosions and smoke trails from sniper bullets went everywhere as the smell of cordite attacked my senses... even though I don't know what cordite smells like, unless they put it in fireworks. I jumped out of the chopper, dodged a sniper bullet and grabbed the kid. I think i just pushed over the soldier beating him up. Dream enemy soldiers are pushovers.
(This dream was very children oriented, I have the feeling in a previous dream from the same night there must have been some kids involved as well.)
I jumped in the helicopter with him across my lap and felt the vehicle shake, and realized we'd been hit with some kind of RPG or missile. Didn't do too much damage, but I figured we'd better not let it happen again... So I willed the chopper up as fast as it could, and as high as possible and again, an alarm went off and I saw a rocket trailing us. This time, I positioned myself in a hover right in front of one of the large towers holding up the 'net' (like a driving range net) that separated the arena from the outside world. I waited until the last moment and then quickly moved out of the way and the rocket slammed into the tower. I continued toward the toward the top of the area to deliver this kid to the hospital... and another rocket appeared in the distance. This one I dodged easily enough and let is plow into the ground in some spectacular meneauver. This happened a few times, and let me tell you, it was exciting stuff. I also realized if I saved this kid, my dad would be made president and I would be touted as a world hero. I landed the helicopter and put the kid on a trampoline (it was a hospital, trust me) then I flopped myself down on another trampoline, and the congratulations scene began, swelling orchestral music and all. yayyy yayy. Tibet was free again and little Tenzing-Timmy would be ok!

Very nice to feel useful and hero-like, even if it was a figment of my imagination.