Developing a Messiah for what now? OR My dream blog no more.

So, I've decided to quit my dream blog. Mostly because of all my various blogs, it's the one I use a bunch that gets used the most. Instead, I'm going to start posting my dreams here. And this one's a wild'n'.

This whole dream takes place through the lens of a camera. I watch all the action, though the boy is me, and sometimes, the camera takes on dramatic views, first person views, or will sometimes point things out to me.

So, in this dream, I'm a kid. Maybe 11 or 12 at the most. I live in a foster home with parents that I feel are abusive, though they do live on a very idyllic picturesque plot of land.

The home is a simple single level ranch style house that sits on a small hill, and it's got a creek right behind it near the base of the hill, and the entire hill and house area are surrounded by a stereotypical white picket fence. There are all kinds of crazy insects and little animals that I play with, and they seem to be my only friends. The whole scene looks like something out of a Tim Burton movie, namely Big Fish or Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

At the moment, I'm home alone, playing with my insect and amphibian friends in the creek. I have a brother and sister, but they are with my foster parents, wherever they are right now. Even the insects fear my foster parents. When my foster parents come home, even my friends are scared and will run to hide. And that's just what they did when we heard the front gate open. I watch my frog jump into the creek, and I watch my beetles dig into the ground, my walking sticks climb into the inside of giant toadstools, my praying mantises run into tall grass, and various flying creatures fly away. I myself run inside through the back door knowing that I'll only have a little time, and I'm still dirty.

I run into the kitchen when I meet my fosters.

"Time to meet your mother!" they say to me. I get excited on the inside thinking she'll take me away from them. My friends can take care of themselves.

My fosters don't even bother cleaning me up, they just load me into the car and we drive away. My brother and sister (perhaps 5 or 6 each) are in the backseat with me. We live in a place that looks exactly like New York harbor, though New York it ain't. As we get far enough out that I should be able to see the entirety of the harbor, I fall asleep.

Next, I wake up just as we're docking at another island. There is a gigantic gray metal object that's incredibly shiny sitting on this island. Eveything is incredibly dark, and there's a lightning storm up above. My camera took a wide angle so that I could see everything.

We walk up to this building, and my fosters stay outside, and they actually look somewhat concerned. I'm taken inside through pristine and very sterilized corridors. They're all silver, and there are many lights, and it all seems to lead to a giant observation room. It's a small rectangular room with a giant viewing window. There is a metal cylinder, that's part of the wall, off to the left of the window. Outside of the window is a gigantic red sphere with a small rectangular frame on it's most front facing part.

The cylinder opens and Christopher Lloyd... the guy from Back To the Future... greets me. He tells me to get in the cylinder with him, and he'll explain the cuss words, or things not to say in front of my mom. He gives me a list of five, but the only one I can remember is abuse. The cylinder rotates, and opens up onto a platform facing the platform with the ball on top of it. He tells me to go forward to the edge of the platform, and disappears back into the cylinder. I rush forward to the edge, and in the gap between the two platforms is a pool of incredibly bright shimmering liquid. It's predominantly yellow and orange. The little rectangular frame on the sphere lights up and I can see it's a TV of some sort. A gender neutral face clouded by lots of static appears. She introduces herself as my mother and asks how I am.

Before I answer, the camera sees a monitor on the left wall, so I look to see what it is, and I see a wireframe 3D representation of a man with a gasmask and bizarre suit on floating around. I ask what that is and she says that it's the garb of her soldiers. Those that will remake the world in her image. Then she repeats her initial question, and I say that the fosters are abusive.

She laughs, and the sphere undulates, and forms various 3D geometric shapes: a pyramid, a square, dodecahedrons, and others. Then she says something about the light in my right knee. I look down at my right knee. I see a large silver disk with a green luminescent center and a black outline fly out of the light between the platforms and attach itself to the side of my right knee. Then I watch as these little silver streaks headed by points of blue and green light all fly from the light into the disk on my right knee. Then the disk absorbs into my knee. When I look back up, the sphere is gone, but it's replaced by five women who escort me out. They take me out on top of the large gray metallic structure where my fosters are waiting. I watch as one of the five women talks to my foster dad, but in a very hushed tone.

The five women all look the same: bright red hair, dark eyes with no iris, just a large pupil, incredibly pale skin, all dressed in the same red cloak with hoods pulled back. They each have different hairstyles. One has a mullet, one has a humongous mohawk, the one talking to my "dad" has the sides of her head shaved, with a long streak of hair running down the center, and braids lining that streak. As we start to walk away, I fall asleep again.

As we pull back into the harbor, I wake up, and I can see two realities super imposed over eachother. One is the regular reality, the one I left, and the other is a reality where things are destroyed and burning. The reality of destruction starts to slowly fade leaving me with current reality.

We pull into the driveway and start to walk up to the house. I'm still in that hazy dream state, but I watch my insect friends running to hide, and it's all in slow motion. There's a flashlight that highlights each friend as they run to hide, and each time i see the light I'm afraid they'll get caught. We're lead into the kitchen where dinner's waiting. I sit down, and I'm still really hazy, and the camera shows me what I look like: hell. I'm still dirty, I'm sweaty, I have large bags under my eyes, and it looks like I'm about to fight.

My brother and sister turn to me and say, "did you see the city? We can barely remember it, but it looked like it was on fire!" They keep talking to me, but I can hear really faint whispering, but it seems to dominate my brother and sister's talking, and my foster's talking. I can barely make out what the whispering says (and the camera's zoomed in on my ear), but I do make out the words "almost ready" and "kill him." I jump up from the table, shout, and slap my right knee, and I get coated in this silver substance, with lights running down my sides, and I see two people dressed similarly with knives standing behind my parents. My camera takes a wide shot to let me see everything that's happening, and then my roommate walks in the damn door, waking me up. And now I'm awake. Crap.