A friend of mine mentioned they were having weird dreams. I pretty much dream every night and everyone of them are weird if you compare them to the reality we choose to live in. I normally write them down too just for reflection and sometimes for inspiration. Sometime some good ideas can come from them. This is one I had last night that I'd like to share. Mainly because it seemed very real at the time and everything was full of detail and emotion. It was almost lucid. Like I had control on what I could do in it. What direction I could go.

Had a dream about leaving someone's house. The feeling of a long journey home came to mind. I started walking through the streets of a city. The building were fairly tall but everything had the gothic look to it. Arched windows and doors, sharp pointy tiled roofs with demons and gargoyles sit on their edges. I remember seeing no one in town. The sky was cloudy and there was a light breeze in the air. I approached the edge of town and was confronted by a large body of water. I then hopped off my feet and started flying in the air like some type of white trash super hero. I remember looking back at my tennis shoed feet every so often as they dangled in the air, seeing the town shrink further in the background.  In a short moment I came to a land that was covered in lush green vegetation. It looked alot like parts of Ireland. I heard yelling and arguing wisping in the air. Looking in all directions I then noticed the sky was black with scattered lightning across it's field. I felt a bit of moisture in the air and  thinking that it may rain I floated down to the ground like Christopher Reeves in the Superman movies to start looking for shelter. The area was thick with green grasses and small shrubberies mixed with shattered rocks pointing out of a vast green sea of grass, As I approached theses rocks I notice carvings on their sides. Some were as large as Egyptian Monoliths and I thought to myself "This isn't Spokane? Where the hell am I?". My attention was instantly drawn to my right as I heard the arguing start again. In the distance I saw figures in a large gaggle standing around. This seemed to be the source of the arguing. I felt I should investigate so using my ninja skills I quickly ran from rock to rock trying to stay out of sight as much as possible. I got about 50 yards from the group and had to stop. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I realized what was in front of me. They were not people. Their bodies were all oblong and queer looking. Some had large bodies and heads with arms that almost touched the ground. Some were short and wobbled or leapt as they ran. The others were huge giants with massive limbs. The Large Ones were slow moving and the earth shook with each step. They seem to be in some sort of formation. Was this a battle taking place? Yet another wrong time, wrong place for Brian? I crept back behind my rock in hope that none of those things saw me. I peered off to the right side of the rock just to make sure. I was trembling and the need to relive myself became very evident. I stood their staring at the group. The Large Ones were facing off against the Small Ones. I could not look away. One of the Large Ones started yelling something in a tongue I have not heard. It was guttural and harsh sounding. I remember thinking "these aren't Klingons". The Small Ones were chanting something also as all this was going on. They swayed back and forth on their heels. I knew something big was about to happen. The anticipation was so great that my head was almost ready to explode. One of the Large Ones in the center of his formation raised an arm and barked out a command. The two sides clashed together like two rivers. Little Ones were leaping in the air and grabbing any part of a Large One they could get a hold of. The Large Ones were tossing the Little Ones aside as the Little Ones screamed in their high pitched voices as they hit the ground behind the formation. The cracking and flashes from the lightning only gave the event more drama as I looked on. The group was steadily getting closer to my position as they battled towards my direction. I had to do something. I leapt from my rock and started to run for my life. It took every ounce of concentration to keep my bowels from releasing. I ran like the devil was on my heels. 5 strides into my sprint I looked over my shoulder to see the predicament. A Large One was headed straight for me. He was covered in Little Ones, on his arms, shoulders, head and legs. Though I don't think any of them noticed me. They all seem preoccupied with trying to control a Large One which had this odd looking rock in its arms. It glowed and had a gold hue to it. There was a slight glittering effect on its surface and resembled a large solid pine cone. The glow came from with-in the stone and slowly pulsed. I then turned my attention to the direction my legs were leading me to and started working on a plan. "Were too now Brian" I asked myself. As I darted across the grassy ocean, tripping on clumps of vegetation as I kicked myself for not taking the train home. Within a few more strides I heard a loud grown and I turn to look over my shoulder as I ran. The Large One has seemed to be to overtaken by the Little Ones. His face stared straight at me. There was no doubt that the jig was up. Time seemed to stand still, as the Large One out stretched the arm hold the pine cone and tossed it into the air at me. I turned and froze, staring back at him. His face was full of hope and uncertainty. I stared at him and finally had a moment to really look at a Large One. He stood about 10 maybe 12 feet tall fully erect. His head was huge, easily the size of my torso. He had a large hooked nose and a brow that a cromag would be proud of. His jaw was broad sitting below a set of protruding cheek bones. A large rust colored moustache cover a third of his face. So large and thick that it could be used as a curtain for a small window. A battered iron helmet topped his head. His skin was an off green with highlights of yellow and red. Scars and boils with scattered rashes covered his hide. I stood there shaking my head and the only thing I could do as this pine cone landed in my arms and this massive assembly of arms, legs and bodies washed over me was to say “it’s going to be a bad day".

I then woke up with my dog's nose in my ear. Just in time my fiend.

Rule #1 Brian, cut back on the meditations before bed.

Rule #2 No Irish Whiskey before bed either.

So next time you think you have weird dreams. Try playing rugby with Gnomes and Ogres.