OK, so the crux is: the world is about to end again. Not in a religious apocalypse, but a political apocalypse involving mankind’s most deadly weapons. As usual, it seems inevitable through and through. But! There is a chance. Our onrushing doom appears to have something to do with a network of disgruntled ghosts preparing to launch guerilla style attacks on extant authority figures. (If only we had tried to understand them, they wouldn’t hate us, now would they?) They were also in league with various Cthulhu-esque secret cults (of secretivity) to maximize their human damaging capacity.
Anywho, I and my trusty sidekick(s) (Darron and Bill I definitely remember were there) must gather ghostly spirits from across the globe, ala Ghostbusters (of course). This will disrupt the network, you see (and such ghosts can be interrogated using extremely cool ghost torturing techniques). In any case, these revenants were easy to spot because they glowed various shades of bright pink and purple, even through walls.
My detail grows a little fuzzy at this point, but I recall wandering about various suburbs and trailer parks in backwoods Kentucky in order to track down the paranormal pests. I remember specifically Darrin wanting to hit an area that Bill used to live in, simply because Bill’s house was literally infested
with phantasms. He and I got in a huge argument over this: I accused him of simply wanting to hit high ghost traffic areas and ignore the more dangerous, secluded (and logically more influential) ghosts, but Darron was quite adamant (and we ended up getting all the ghosts in the area anyhow). I also remember Darron somehow declaring himself the leader (despite the fact that nobody else had asked for one) and using this “authority” to browbeat anyone who disagreed with him into doing his will.
A lot of portions of the dream after this point have to do with a mysterious “caged prisoner” which I have a little difficulty remembering because my brain is in the process of editing this useless information out of its short term memory. I know, however, that this prisoner was exceedingly violent and had recently committed a crime of unspeakable depravity involving living humans and various sharp instruments primarily used by professional practicioners of medicine. For some reason, this prisoner had lots of cred in the “ghost underworld” and would give us advice ala Hannibal Lecter. So, we had to deal with him, though I don’t remember much more than this.
That’s about it! The dream doesn’t really have much of a start or a conclusion, although I wish it did.
One final addendum: any time I was out in public various indescribable noises sounding like the cross between electric guitar feedback and a low-pitched tugboat horn would assault my ears from every direction.