Well, unlike the previous dream, this one almost had a story to it. Granted, it was extremely vague and it didn’t exactly hold to it much what with it jumping all over the place and never really seeming to go anywhere, but it was there.
I want to say that perhaps a parallel can be drawn between the holes in the plot and the holes in the cheese, but I strongly suspect that a lot of people out there would want to slap me for such dire wordplay, and rightfully so.
Or maybe the cheese being an imitation of Emmental was tied to my dream being an imitation of Star Wars…
No, seriously, that’s enough.
An interesting quality of this dream is that it went from humorous and bizarre to dark and dismal pretty quickly. We go from bounty hunters forgetting how to use their weapons and property disputes with Robert De Niro to a bleak, dead landscape, ravaged by the power of evil, where I become a victim of betrayal and murder.
Granted, none of this really felt depressing in the dream itself. I barely paid any heed to the area having been destroyed, and when I got stabbed by the lightsab…er, the humming red energy beam thing, my reaction largely consisted of “Um, what?” before the Game Over screen showed up. However, from an objective viewpoint, it’s a pretty big downer.
Expect the next update in a few days. In the meantime, I’m going to get myself some tight-fitting, black clothes and write awful poetry.
Until then, may your cheese be plentiful.
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