I started having those dreams again, the ones where I'm displaced in a different type, but I'm still in my body. They happen enough so that I know I have an obvious obsession with science-fiction scenarios gone wrong, but also they come in such a frequency that I'm worn down to wandering if there is such a device that makes dream implantation an actuality, regardless of time. Say that (and step far back from Inception) there is a way to affect someone's brain waves while they're in the R.E.M. stages of sleep, like a radio broadcast and you can only nudge a few things here and there... unless you're actively fucking with your own dream patterns in a time that allows you to send such waves back through your own timeline.

I know, it's weird and very very unlikely... but what if.

The truth is definitely much more grounded. I'm sure that my subconscious mind is pulling fragments and miniscule pieces from all these random parts of my brain that I've long forgotten and put them together like a digestible jigsaw that I scarf down. There's enough from my actual waking life sprinkled in there to drive the curiosity away for authenticity, while piling on loads of distractions in which keep my brain and self occupied, especially after some randomly awkward future time shit is brought up.

For example: another person in the dream I had last night asked how things were since I got married. (Which for those of you that know, I am not married - nor am I in an sort of romantic entanglement.) Since the mind in the dream body was that of the person I currently am in the waking world, I didn't know what they were talking about, but still being me (as I'm sure this other version of myself was), the person thought I was just being facetious and laid a trail of bread crumbs saying that this woman I married was my best friend and we'd be together a while, which still didn't give the real me any inkling as to what they were leading to. Then the name dropped and it took me by surprise. But instead of getting to ask any questions, some shit started going down in the underwater alien/illuminati pyramid that we were in that was used to house the history of existence, including human and alien currency since the beginning of time. (Like I said, this is obviously sugar-coated in fanboy fantasy, like Stargate meeting the first AvP movie with elements of The Abyss and some other horror franchises thrown in. But like I said, that's wasn't the focus for me, obviously.)

And that's the deal with these dreams, I'll have this moment wherein I am teased with a string of information (probably not real, but enough to snag my curiosity) wrapped in this thick fiction. I actually had one the other night where I had to survive a battle arena and ended up acting in an improv play as the husband in a cat family (as anthropomorphic cats which were really just people in costume for this play), and something in it triggered this inspiration that bridged the gaps in this story I've been working on. It was so intense that I immediately woke from my dream and madly began to write in the notebook I keep next to my bed for such occasions. However, once I grabbed the pen - I couldn't articulate what was rolling around in my brain, so it dulled and most likely ended up getting lost in outline notes with the sloppiest handwriting I could muster at 5am. But I still have those images rolling around in my head through the faint fog of memory.

Dreams are weird. And I feel like mine are slightly making me a bit more disheveled. Anyway, crazy or not - I'll likely never know until I'm lying on my death bed.