Had a dream last night. Long weird, people from so many sections of my life it was like looking through a kaleidoscope at a shattered mirror, pieces reflecting off at odd angles to places and times distant. The earliest I remember fro the dream was talking to emerald on her cell phone, while she was driving on the freeway; I was viewing her as If in an aerial camera outside her car a few feet. She pulled off the road into a kind of swampy area, and picked up some weirdo hitchhiker, I am pretty sure it was a homicidal maniac. Leave it to emerald to pick the absolutely wrong guy. She must have got a new car, because she was driving through the swamp, much like a boat. When I expressed concern over the weirdo she had picked up, she just said that’s how people were in that area. I think I was working at a college, M. C. (from my real work) was there as the manager for my division, whatever that was. There was an alert that a killer was on the loose, so as reward to his people for working and trying to find this guy, he had some people from work hitting up the local businesses (casino’s?) and making sure that everything was comped for his employees when they went into town. Rather like Las Vegas, making them cut loose and forget about the impending threat.
Some of the elements of the city were very similar to one I have dreamed of numerous times before, sometimes the city is St. George, other times it has no name and is utterly unfamiliar, but it is almost always the same physical city. I’m not entirely sure what my job was at this place, but it afforded me a decent amount of time in the gym and boxing ring, and enough time to walk around the campus, much like movies where the job obsessed lawyer/broker/cop still have time to go to Stabuck’s and go for walks every day.
This maniac was really the weirdest part of the dream. He wore a large overcoat, almost like a fisherman’s yellow rain slicker, and was bulky and ponderous in movement… not at all like someone who would be surreptitiously ending people’s lives, for those two reason 1) yellow coat 2) not stealthy or quick. He had a weird yellow hood/hat on and one of his eyes had been ruined, and so he had a cylinder from the center of a roll of paper towels protruding from that eye. He apparently was not able to kill anyone on our campus, because people were aware of him and was able to get away with minor injuries mostly. Clements wants the guy dead, so we keep an eye out for him. Somehow (ego?) I knew it would be me that was going to kill him. Hey, it’s my dream; I get to be the hero. Finally the freak makes the mistake off confronting me while I am working in the gym on the punching bag. I destroyed his face, simply crushed it with repeated strikes, even after he fell I just climbed on top of him and kept going until his head was s a bloody ruined mess. When I finally arose and took off my bloody training gloves, I found that I had blocks of wood in them, not sure why, probably some weird training thing… worked in my favor.
When I went to report to Clements that I had taken care of it, he had numerous 18-20 y.o. pretty girls sitting around his office that he was lecturing about something… giving a tour/speech to. One was very pretty and we spent a couple seconds simply assessing each other visually, and I left, holding her eyes out the door. She walked up beside me on the phone talking away, while another woman walked on the other side of me. I said to the girl, “You know, it’s rude to talk on the phone while you are walking with someone.� She apparently disregarded the comment and on further vernacular ministrations she hung up. It was then that I realized that the woman on the other side of me was wearing a sort of modem backpack that had been relaying the girl’s call to her brother in a far off country. We talked for a bit, but she was so boring that I forced myself awake.
