matt_doyle

So last night, rather than have one dream with many incoherent narrative shifts, I had half a dozen distinct stories. After each of them I woke up and said to myself “ooh, gotta remember that one.”

I remember two.

In one of them, a meteor was going to crash into the planet. I blame <lj comm=”thoughtformed”> for this. No other details remain.

In the other dream, I was at home – only home was the Bunker Hill apartments on Yankee Doodle Road in Eagan, which hasn't been my home since I was between the ages of three and twelve. I was younger (but not twelve). There were other significant changes, too.

Namely, the apartment building and surrounding neighborhood were on Tattooine. And I was some combination of Luke Skywalker and the Protagonist from Persona 4. A giant boar-wolf-thing kidnapped me and my little sister (Central Casting sent Nanako from Persona 4 to play the part, but her name was evidently Mari – given my recent Evangelion fascination, I can only assume Mari Illustrious Makinami? Who knows?) and took us (across real geography in Eagan that only became a desert when I remembered later this was Tattooine) to its lair under a derelict mining vessel. (a t4-a, my brain said in the dream. I searched Wookieepedia and did not find a mining vessel of that description). In any case, we escaped up into the cargo bay of the mining ship, where we found that it was the home of a young Boba Fett. Holding us as hostages in a friendly sort of way, he challenged me to spar against him using his extensive collection of gaffi sticks, and gradually trained me until I was quite good, and we were friends. At one point, in a fit of bad temper, he opened the cargo bay doors and nearly dropped us into the creature's lair, but afterward I shamed him into returning us home.

And then I woke up.