My dream was complicated. It starts off that I’m in a village with dirt on the ground rather than grass. There are tall wooden fences everywhere and weird contraptions that men in Roman Empire looking uniforms are using. The contraptions are pieces of wood that are laid out like bike petals but are turned by hand. They turn a leather belt that in sounds an alarm similar to the air raid sirens from the cold war.
People are panicking and running around and screaming and I look up and see why. Four dragons the size of tanks fly above the village. One lands and starts to chomp on people on the ground, including the men in the Roman uniforms who are standing out in the open with their arms up, out to their sides like they’re going to embrace the dragons.
I don’t remember running, but somehow I end up in a small house. The house was one room, with a bed and kitchen appliances all in one.
I apparently have just woken up to a man coming into the house. I take a good look at him and recognize him as Major Kraus from the third Puppet Master movie, but he’s not a Nazi in my dream. He doesn’t say so but somehow I know and I also know he’s my boyfriend. He comes in and automatically opens the window at the foot of the bed.
“What’s that for?” I ask.
“It’s stuffy in here. You need some fresh air.” He replies.
He begins to remove the screen and I shout, “Are you crazy?”
He looks at me, sort of sympathetic and guilty, and I realize what he’s doing. “Oh my God, you’re trying to sacrifice me to the dragons!”
He nods his head and says, “We need just one more.”
The dream cuts to me flying over a blocky looking desert terrain. I realize I’m flying in Minecraft and that the terrain is actually an abandoned trailer park in the desert. As I’m flying I see two red wool structures. I say to myself, hey, I built those, and fly down to them.
When I reach the ground I realize they are two very crappily made camping trailers made to look like the old small ones form the 50’s. The body is wool, but the door and windows are so realistic. I walk over to the first one and open the door, thinking, oh Lord, there won’t even be room for a proper bed.
To my surprise, the inside is nicely decorated, and despite the smallness outside, the inside holds a twin size bed, with a bunch of tacky stuffed animals on it, a table and sofa, a 1960’s TV next to the bed and a 1970’s TV on the other side of the table. The trailer looks like an old lady decorated it, with doilies everywhere, but it was nice.
The dream ends as my eyes fix on the 1970’s TV and I wonder why there isn’t a microwave instead.
notes from current me: i had a major crush on richard lynch, the man who played major kraus, as a teenager (there were a few character actors i loved back in the day. i adored unconventionally attractive men.) i dreamed about a man who looked like him quite often at that point in my life, but i think this is the only dream i ever wrote down that he was in. guess i'll know for sure as i go through these old diary entires. also why tf did i keep dreaming about minecraft?