I rarely remember my dreams. So it’s a matter of some surprise when I remember three separate dreams in a single night, and even more surprising when those dreams involve janezero (one of the more interesting people on LiveJournal), J. Robert oppenheimer, inventor of the hydrogen bomb; and alligators.
The first dream I remember was a pretty straightforward nightmare about being chased by alligators. You know, the usual wake-up-in-a-sweat thing; nothing really remarkable.
The second dream had me back in college again. J. Robert Oppenheimer was there; he’d decided to use the college to store a bunch of prototypes of new nuclear bombs–in a “live,” fully armed state. In the dream, I took exception to this idea, on the grounds that it’d be altogether too easy to vaporize the campus and most of the surrounding city, so I took it upon myself to sneak into the lab at night and steal vital parts of the bombs, rendering them inert. This one degenerated after that into a straightforward nightmare about being chased by Nobel Prize-winning physicists, police, and campus deans.
The third one was weird.
I was working for a bank–specifically, a bank built on the top of a cliff, which traded only in gold bullion, not currency. Since dragons love gold, this bank was subject to occasional raids by dragons, who generally came in from above the cliff. janezero worked there as well; whenever a dragon came by, she’d grab her laptop and head out the front door, concealing herself in the bushes outside. She’d keep track of the dragon, sending messages to my laptop about its position, which I’d in turn relay on to the SWAT team that was dispatched whenever a dragon came by.
Mind you, I don’t even know janezero.
I have no idea what any of this means.