So I’ve been reading back on my past blogs and it turns out I blog about my dreams! I figured this one is blog worthy too.
It all started when a bunch of friends and myself were asked to save the world from a big evil doom (not sure if those last three words strung together make sense). As my weapon, I took my violin bow. Not the violin, just the bow. If I waved it around, then it became deadly somehow, except that I didn’t tighten my bow because apparently it had to be left loose, but then all my waving and whacking it about caused the hairs/strands to come loose, so then I started to tighten it.
During all this, we had to catch numerous buses and trains to where we needed to go. Luckily, one of my friends offered me a new bow that I could use, turns out she had an electric violin she didn’t use. Eventually after a lot of travel we ended up on a giant mansion-like building. In my dream the word mansion didn’t pop up – just a big house of sorts. We split up to try and find the bad guys, and for some reason I no longer had my bow.
Unlike most other “save the world” dreams, I didn’t have invisibility in this one. It was instead replaced with the ability to shapeshift – very rare for me to experience this! I could also walk through some walls, mostly glass window things though. Anyway, so I looked out of a window of this house and saw a black cat with these bright yellow eyes meowing really loudly at me. I then figured I should trick this cat, so I morphed into a black cat, walked through the window and onto the wall that the cat was on. I started pawing at this purple flower thing, and that caught the other cat’s interest. I knew that this flower was poisonous to cats but not to me, so I nibbled on a bit of it, which lead the cat to eat some too, and I must have psychically forced it to eat a bit cause then it died. And my only thought after that was “ok, now that Meowth is dead, what will Pokemon do with the series and Team Rocket???”
With the cat gone, we could now explore the rest of the house. I had two people with me and we were wondering how to defeat the bad guy. The bad guy was actually in a room that was down some stairs. He was totally calm but you could tell he knew exactly what was going on. He was in fact performing on some musical instrument to half a room of audience, and we knew that they were his henchmen. So with only three of us and about thirty of them, what were we going to do?
Sadly, that’s where my memory of my dream ended. I’m sure I never dreamed the ending either, so it will continue to be a mystery.
In other thoughts, I should create myself an “IRSC” card – which would stand for “Irresponsible service of caffeine” which would allow me to overdose myself on coffee 🙂
