Last night I had a wild dream. I dreamed that I was on an airplane, and suddenly it was hijacked by a humble looking WASP couple in their mid 20’s. The woman looked like Naomi Watts and the man I recognized as some type of actor, but I can’t remember his name or any films he was in. Some time passed as demands were made and discussed with the Authorities, and at one moment, while the male hijacker was distracted, a man rushed him and took his gun away, firing directly at his chest several times. The bullets seemed to sink in without having any noticeable effect. The hijacker simply walked up to him, took the gun, and blew him away. Whispers began among the passengers that this hijacker and his gun were supernatural things, that he couldn’t be killed with bullets from his own gun.
Somehow I got ahold of another gun from somewhere and tried to kill the hijacker as well. The bullets again had no effect, and he shot me in the head, but after my death the dream continued. After a bit longer, somebody somehow discovered the truth of the hijacker — that he was invincible because he wasn’t really a physical being in the first place: he was a Projected Image of the woman’s mind. Suddenly I was alive again and I tried to attack the hijacker, with nothing happening — so then I began taunting him, ridiculing him for being at the beck and call of this weak woman, telling him he should be ashamed of himself, saying, “You may be a Projected Man, but at least you could be a Man.” This persuasion seemed to work and the projected man broke free of the woman’s influence and the hijack situation ended.
Then the dream changed again and the Projected Man and the woman were both cattle ranchers out in a rural plains state. They had developed some new way of slaughtering cattle they wanted me to watch… they put them all in these complicated harnesses inside of a wire cage and pulled a lever. Suddenly the centers of all the cattle — containing squishy guts, lungs, and hearts — were lifted out of the cattle’s bodies as the wireframe cage rose from the ground, to the combined braying and wailing of all the cows, sheep, and pigs. “See?” the woman said beaming. “Much more efficient!”
Later, the Projected Man was in his simple one-room ranch house and I came to understand that his Naomi Watts “wife” had been killed — but somehow the Projected Man continued to exist — along with a son they had together. He had remarried to a Hispanic woman and had another young son. Somehow the Projected Man learned that his Naomi Watts wife had cheated on him with his current wife’s ex-husband… and the ex-husband had killed his Naomi Watts wife and the son together in a fit of rage. He started caressing his second son’s head, saying, “I can almost smell the blood of my first-born in his scalp.” Then he took a circular saw and drove it into the boy’s head. Blood was everywhere. Then he turned on his wife and sawed her in half bottom-to-top. I could see the spine and internal organs. Horribly, she continued to live, and she had a placid, matter-of-fact look on her face like she expected this to happen someday.
Then he turned on me, and the knowledge of how to hurt him came to my mind. He wasn’t actually a “Projected Man” — which is why he continued to exist — he was something called a “Blade Man” and could only be physically harmed by attacking his shadow. However I was afraid to attack him myself, and convinced him that now that he had killed his wife and son he had no reason to live. He should allow his wife to kill him in a final act of vengeance before she expired.
At this point the Blade Man transformed into the Naomi Watts woman and the front half of the Hispanic wife attacked her with the circular saw and a series of knives. She attacked the shadows of course, and began slicing the Blade Man up, flaying muscle and cracking bone. The Blade Man was screaming. Some onlooker started yelling, “Make her laugh! Make her laugh!” and as the Hispanic woman cut deeper the Blade Man (still a woman) began to laugh maniacally.
As her evisceration continued up the Blade Man’s body, it was revealed that his chest contained a strange structure of circular bones — “Look, he’s some kind of swine,” I said. “No,” the Hispanic woman replied, “he’s an arthropod.”
“You see, it must all return to the beginning,” said the onlooker, and suddenly a record started to play in the center of the room… it was a Sigur Rós song. My environment broke into its material components and quickly reformed themselves in various scenes from the dream, finishing off by reforming the airport where the Blade Man and Naomi Watts sat, waiting to board their plane before this whole thing even started. I was talking to them and they were laughing and smiling. I knew every event would be repeated. Then suddenly it was as though I was in a theater watching the dream on a screen, and I thought it was the best movie I had ever seen, applauding loudly, and then I woke up.
I also remember a strange scene in a McDonald’s where one of the workers tried to get me to hire on with them so I could work her shift, and the Blade Man and his wife were there performing mysterious deeds. There was a lot more to it but I can’t remember the details. In another scene, after the Blade Man was killed, it was revealed he had a suit of armor and a horse (similarly armored) which the onlooker was auctioning for $500. Johnny Cash rode up in a suit of armor, on an armored horse, and offered to buy it. (Whatever.) This implied that he was a Blade Man as well, and we all laughed heartily. These scenes were kinda like “Side Events” to the main Flow of the dream so I have included them here for completeness.
Well that’s about it. Sometimes I think my dreams would make interesting seeds for horror novels. Maybe I should try forming them into one sometime.