Spoilers Ahead – Maybe not
Just wanted to recount a few chunks of my dreams last night. They’ve been going seriously nut bar recently, what with me not sleeping properly most nights.
Anyway, I was at my school, only with friends from Uni rather than school. It was very dark, you know that dreamy kind of dark where you can see that the lights are on but everything is black and formless. It was like that.
Anyway, it became clear that something was going on outside…and we were being held inside by something. We couldn’t leave. We looked out the window to see what I can only understand as being a ’sideways’ atomic bomb being dropped in the school yard. It was very localised and definitely nuclear, but obviously did no damage to us. We ran out (fie on radiation poisoning) to find that there were signs everywhere…clearly put up by our totalitarian government (you know how you just know things in dreams?) saying ‘Parasite cleansed’ and similar things, all referring to parasites. Clearly someone had run around after the explosion and put them all up. Very efficient, but the word parasite always looked glued onto the sign…as if something was being covered up. Anyway, we were herded to the other side of the playground. I had a chat with the Caveman about how we needed to get out of here before this got really bad. So us and about four others somehow (I really have no idea how) find a hovercraft/boat/truck thing and jump in. As we flee the scene there’s another explosion, that we seem to be in the centre of, and suddenly we’re flying down a river/road through a maze of chain wire fences. There are Dharma Logos everywhere and it’s ‘obvious’ that we’ve somehow slipped dimensions.
It’s only at this point that I look at my companions to realise that they are actually Sawyer, Kate and Libby from Lost.
As we burst through the chain wire fence and out into the jungle we abandon our vehicle and run through the forest (we’re being chased…but we don’t know by what) it suddenly becomes clear to me that we’re on the island, but my companions are counterparts to the real characters from the series.
I wake up…expecting a thunking noise, a black screen and the word Lost in the middle of my screen.
I saw my ceiling.
So yeah…sometime, probably around season 5, I’m going to show up in lost with dimension jumping versions of some of the kids from flight 415.
Seriously….it will happen.
Maybe.


i am SO not a TV person but i cannot get enough of LOST. i wish they would make a LOST trivial pursuit. great dream!
lorin
3 April 2007
Isn’t it funny when you start dreaming TV? I remember I had a dream once where I was helping in an X-File investigation. We never -did- find the glowing green stuff we were looking for. LoL
kenzielee
3 April 2007
As dreams go, that’s actually pretty cool. And it could well have been worse. It could have been Karl and Libby from Washington!
Stilletto Girl reports that she killed Joan Crawford in a dream a couple of nights ago, a propos of nothing.
Metro
3 April 2007
Well, I already mentioned once that I shot Andy Warhol in a dream. Even after he offered me guidance on travel methods during a previous dream (and allowed me to work with him and Lars Von Trier…which was cool).
Anyway, I finally tracked down the film ‘I shot Andy Warhol’ to see if it has any spooky meaning for me.
I remain hopeful whilst being aware that I’m an idiot.
Search for an old post of mine about Vaginal Tracts and Andy Warhol for more information on my dreams.
I also remembered this afternoon that in fact for a while the dream slipped into the mode where I realised that what was happening was actually on telly…so the dream briefly switched to being a group of people (me included) watching the original dream on telly, before going outside and then getting caught up in the original dream again.
This happens to me a lot….they remain some of the most fun (and confusing dreams).
Watching me, watching myself, watching something weird going on.
Worse that getting TV in your dreams is getting computer games. I once spent a dream walking through the tiny digitised world of the Settlers.
Much better is the dream the other night which was horrific and nasty, but somehow not quite as scary due to the fact that it was in claymation. Watching a monster someone’s head off is easier to deal with if it’s made out of plasticine.
Indeed.
Dreams are fun.
Alabaster Crippens
3 April 2007
Dreams make sense inside the dream but not outside. That’s what happens to me.
A class mate of mine dreamt that her bed and window were on the ceiling once. I thought it was a cool dream, and when I reminded her of it a couple of years later she didn’t remember.
vintagefan
4 April 2007