Normally I’d just try to pull the useful elements out of this, but it’s a pretty cool little story by itself. I blame recent Koaniterica for the weirdness :-). Usually there isn’t much talking in my dreams (as in my real life)- this one is notable for having around 50 words that I was able to recall with confidence (as opposed to, say, three). (Okay, one last sidetrack: lately in my dreams I’ve become obsessed with trying to remember the names of things within the dream. One time it was “metronome” and another time it was the frontman’s name from A Day to Remember, and I only succeeded in remembering it was “Jeremy Something”.)
I was parked on the side of the highway on an oceanside hill (in California maybe?) discussing the US space program with a couple of other guys, one of whom was saying it’s never been stronger and the other saying it was at its strongest sometime in the past (maybe the 70s, this was unclear). I wasn’t taking a side, but I blithely remarked that if our rocket scientists were any good we wouldn’t have to worry about the giant meteor hurtling toward earth, and pointed at the chunk of rock blazing through the atmosphere. At this point I realized I ought to be alarmed, and noticed people streaming past as they fled for their lives. The meteor itself was actually the floating Kingdom of Zeal from Chrono Trigger.
Even though I understood there was no way that running would help my chances, instinct kicked in when the meteoric city hit the water about ten miles off the coast, and I started running the opposite way too. Now, at this point the big occipital simulation powers were obviously not up to the task of dreaming up a realistic meteor strike. Instead of a flash of light, a blast wave, and then a tidal wave (what my rational brain expects), the tectonic plate I was on tipped up until it was more than vertical and dropped us all into the churning water below. My drop was 500 feet and I died. The part of my brain that was born an actuary reasoned that even with minuscule chances of survival, at least one person probably survived miraculously, so my perspective shifted to that unlikely survivor in order to continue the story. It was like when you’re playing guns as kids and you die and say “I’m another guy now”.
Well, it turned out that this new perspective was a 10-year-old boy who was now swimming toward the only dry ground within miles: the Kingdom of Zeal. It was now floating in the water, not destroyed but somewhat the worse for wear. When I got there I entered a small commune of children around my age, a few of them just entering puberty. There were a bare few adults (apparently they’d been depopulated by the crash), but they were a little scary and we only interacted with the leader. The leader was a charming woman who took care of us, saying we could play as much as we wanted and there were only two rules to stay in her good graces: 1) “Drink your Ovaltine” (in the dream this was a nutrient-rich slurry and the only thing we ate), and 2) “Provide us with your seed”.
Now, this latter rule creeped me out. Here was a fully grown adult woman talking about a ten-year-old’s “seed” (weird) and saying that “we” wanted it for some reason (double weird). Apparently two other kids were also thinking along the same lines, and we decided to bug out. But it turned out by now that the other adults were actually guards trying to keep us there, even though they were trying not to let on so we’d think the whole thing was fun and games. We hatched a plan to escape while pretending to play hide-and-seek (apparently there was hope of escaping to somewhere now). It worked, but as I was climbing a fence with one of my compatriots we realized the third was still hiding as part of the facade. The dream ended as we wrestled with the question of whether to go back for him.
I’m still working out how to interpret all of that exactly, figuring out how much is crazeoli, how much is just dreaming about stuff I’ve been thinking about recently (like Chrono Trigger) and how much is completely meaningless association. Typically if there’s anything interesting to be found, it’s in the abstract form of the plot, and I definitely see a hint of something in this one. Also, Ovaltine is obviously of the devil, I think that much is clear :-P.