Angels We Have Heard Are High

Thanks to Bitch and Animal.

WARNING: THE NEXT PARAGRAPH IS VIOLENT AND CONTAINS OVERTONES OF THE SCHOOL SHOOTING TRAGEDIES. THOSE WHO DO NOT WISH TO READ IT SKIP DOWN. THOSE WHO DO AND ARE FREAKED OUT BY IT ANYWAY, PLEASE CONSULT MY SUBCONSCIOUS WITH YOUR COMPLAINTS.

I had a dream that the Artist (who, even though he cut his hair in part to avoid the comparison, really does look like a traditional Christ) and I were stuck in some very weird religious cult that was mostly young people and set up like my mother's old elementary school. When I got caught sneaking down the hall for a reason that was important then, the Folks In Charge decided to terminate the entire operation. Literally. We got out just as the adults were going nuts with assault rifles. Somehow one of the other people in the dream was a homemade-explosives aficionado, because the end of the dream, before CDHSarah called and woke me, was the Artist, complete with assault-rifle stigmata, turning a glass of water to blood to distract the religious freak who was trying to kill us all while the other guy detonated the explosives. (Other Guy is the one who got us out, and all the kids he could, and he may have been making the bomb in a plot to escape, but I honestly don't remember, only that it involved hair spray in some fashion.) I'm not sure if the Artist was Jesus, or just pretending, but I think the former.

It was supremely creepy, but means nothing yet -- no one else I recognized, for one, which is usually a hint that I am either blending dream with the one person I do know, or that I have actually gotten into delta for once and am having an utterly meaningless dream experience. I also don't feel tired, which would indicate Door #2. (Can any of you see that this is really freaking me out?)

Why am I freaking out? Because I do, occasionally, have precognitive dreams, which makes even one that doesn't fit what seem to be my criteria for precog dreaming a cause for at least mild concern.

The only true precog dreams I have, which are spot-on, cover meaningless and ordinary, but sometimes unlikely events. Case in point -- a year or so before I started hanging out with the Doctor socially (we have known each other practically since birth), I was hanging out with him and a stranger, talking about doctors. The other guy was the Artist. I watch out for people I haven't seen in a while in my dreams, because often they resurface shortly after -- like my mind is trying to remind me what they look like, so I recognize them. Other times, I precog things like Patrick beating me four times at chess, when I hadn't played chess with Patrick before -- but that happened the night of Fan Fair Suckage, and the chess set was out when I got there.

Those are the real ones. Then there are the monitoring dreams, as I like to call them -- the dreams that I experience where I know, while dreaming, that I am not in my own dreamspace but someone elses' -- only people with whom I share spiritually, usually, and usually a warning of some kind or another based on that person's particular symbology. I knew two days before he came to me with it that the Artist suspected his last girlfriend of cheating on him, even though we weren't talking much those days.

Both kinds are little, unimportant visions, that someday I might be able to take to a different level. I don't envy the associate of mine whose mother and sister have precognitive dreams too -- she was three when Challenger blew up, but she woke up screaming about "the teacher in the big plane" maybe 15 minutes before the explosion. Her mother told me this story, and I don't doubt her. I don't know if I want to have big visions...with great power comes great responsibility, and all that crap.

This dream was not precognitive, and I'm pretty sure it was just my dream. I will meditate on that further when the time is right.

So, how's your Monday?