I've had to kind of reverse dream journal train myself to forget my dreams, they have a tendency to be very disturbing and disruptive (I have had dreams where I lived for a week to a month in the dream and the events remained plausible enough that it was difficult to remember that those "weeks" didn't actually happen.) So I haven't had more than a handful of dreams I remembered for more than a minute or so since I was a teenager. But an early one I remember mixed Pac-Man and Joust. My family and friends somehow were pac-men? mans? however you would pluralize pac-people. Now imagine large human sized neon colored knights from joust riding huge scaled ostriches. And the best way to describe the overall look was... did you watch Tron: Legacy? That's the look of this dream. Seeing that movie brought me right back to that dream I had in 84 or 85. Me and the pac-people were doing ok at avoiding getting hit until the knights ditched their lances and started throwing 4-way tire irons with deadly accuracy. As friends and family fell around me I was left to pick up the tire irons and fight back, sometimes having to resort to using them as melee weapons if I was pressed. And the sounds were the mixed foley of broken bones and blood splats of a horror movie mixed in with the music cues and midi tone screeches of joust and pac man.
It didn't end well either. Like Joust, they just kept coming in larger and tougher waves.
It didn't end well either. Like Joust, they just kept coming in larger and tougher waves.
