I’ve decided to start posting some of my dreams here. I’ve had quite a few really weird ones and I’ve long thought about writing them down. I did start the put some of them on paper about ten years ago, but then stopped for some reason. The possibility of making comics out of these have also occurred to me, we’ll have to see about that though…
Anyway, here’s the first one to be posted:
I had a long and weird dream recently where I got to see what happened when America invaded Afghanistan after 9/11. They found some of the Al Qaida leaders in a badly constructed old tree house. There were three of them, but strangely, bin Laden was not involved. Instead, the leader was Mahmoud Ahmadinejad who had been sitting meditating in a secret hidden room at the top of the tree house for years to gain enlightenment before being allowed to be the leader. I forget who the third of the three guys was, but the second was Dick Cheney.
Anyway, I got to see, somehow (maybe as a movie or maybe as some sort of lucid flashback that someone showed me somehow), what had happened when American soldiers found and entered the tree house. Ahmadinejad quickly escaped by a rope way (I’m not sure if that’s the right word, it was one of those things where you hang freely with your hands holding on to a small handle). The soldiers tried to follow with helicopters but somehow managed to let him get away. I was astonished by the fact that they were unable to catch him. (I think all of this was inspired by something I read about the actual events of the invasion. Someone wrote something about bin Laden being cornered at some point but allowed to get away due to the small size of the American forces, but I may mix this up a bit.)
After that, we moved away from the flashback and into the present. There was an anniversary celebration of some sort at the site where the terrorists were found (even though I question the appropriateness of celebrating letting the leader get away). There was a big scene in front of me where Obama was due to make a speech in a moment. Beside me were a lot of people standing and waiting to here the speech. For some reason, Obama was not behind the scene preparing, but instead standing beside me talking to me. He seemed to recognize me and asked: “Didn’t you use to have a nazi hairdo?”. I responded by saying that, “no, I’ve never had a nazi hairdo, I’ve always had long hair.” He proceeded to explain what he meant by “nazi hairdo” which turned out to not mean completely shaved head as one might suspect. Instead, he was thinking of someone who had shaved hair on the sides but a pony-tail in the middle, like a mohawk lying down. I have a friend who has that kind of hair (and no, he’s not a nazi) so I responded: “Oh, maybe your thinking of my friend”, suddenly my friend appeared, walking toward us, so I continued: “…and here he comes!”.
My friend looked at Obama with a strange flirtatious look, and then grabbed him and started dancing with him (I believe it was a waltz). Obama seemed a bit confused, but also amused. He smiled and played along, apparently thinking it was fun. Then my friend started pulling him away to far, into the masses which caused Obama to start looking a bit concerned (he had to make his speech soon after all). The last thought I remember before the dream ended was: “Dammit, let him go now before the guards start coming and beating you up!”.