Dreamed I was watching some series of videotapes on the creation of the Universe sponsored by my Uncle. We were wandering about in some type of kitchen when we felt strangers about. We looked nearby and in an adjacent kitchen was people cleaning up our dishes and other messes. Suddenly one of their heads burst open and a giant foam-like jellyfish flowed up and out of their skull. It had mechanical eyes, and I knew that its purpose was to copy the universe in every detail and reconstitute it as a series of flashes and explosions.
During all this there was some type of narrator explaining what the being was doing. Anyhow it reconstituted the universe, however it made several copying errors. One of them turned out to be the drug marijuana, supposedly a copying error created the drug which gave humans the ability to perceive the universe the way this strange being did.
For some reason I remember a metal briefcase filled with videotapes and somehow the tapes were vibrating as though they were infused with bass drums. I was told this was because a prison convict had remixed the tapes to better express his world view. Other people were frightened of them, but
I found the tapes somehow exciting.
Eventually my Uncle introduced me to this convict and it seemed as though he wanted to beat me up, I was terrified of him. He said I had no understanding of violence like he did. I told him that was because I had skipped out of joining the military even though the Apocalypse was upon us. I told him if he felt it was necessary for me to understand violence for my own well-being I would go ahead and voluntarily ship myself off to boot camp.
Later, I was awaiting the Apocalypse on an icy street corner and several friends of mine were trying to prevent themselves from being hit by the many cars recklessly carreening by over the ice. We were vaulting up and over the corner of a guardrail as cars would crash into them and mangle themselves beyond repair. Somehow I slipped and tripped a friend of mine, I think it was Jacob He fell onto the ice of the road and got ran over by a car, I heard his body crumpling beneath the car’s weight.
Somehow he got up and spoke to the Brother who was near me and said, “Don’t worry, it was caco who killed me, it’s not your fault.”
The Brother replied “Never fear, I won’t let him back on,” and from that point on I was unable to climb on or over the guardrail for fear that the Brother would push me off and kill me.
Throughout all this we were waiting for the Apocalypse and for some reason I remember the Brother whistling as a whistler in the dark would do.
The Apocalypse throughout this dream was going to be a different Apocalypse than the one presented to us in the Bible. It had something to do with a fundamental reality shift that would render life incapable of existence, yet for some reason my Uncle had a prophetic ability to predict this Apocalypse. This ties in somehow with the being from before who reconstituted the universe.
I also remember sitting in my Grandmother’s old house listening to the radio and waiting for the Apocalypse to occur. I had a very intellectual, philosophical explanation of what would happen to us when it finally did occur and my Uncle kept making fun of me for this, saying that I had no spiritual understanding. He said that God is not an intellectual god, and laughed heartily.
Anyway I’ve chainsmoked four cigarettes while typing out this dream so I know it has disturbed me. That’s all I can remember right now, I will sit here for a few moments, reread what I’ve written, and add anything that comes to my mind. I’ve already added a couple of things.