The dream still lingers in my memory despite the fact I didn’t write it down immediately after waking.
I and another person (my sister perhaps) were being held hostage by a gang of terrorists. They kept us under heavy guard inside a warehouse. We seemed to have freedom of movement inside the warehouse as we could wander about all we liked. I had all my cats with me and I spent a great deal of time making sure they didn’t run away. There was a young girl being held hostage as well and I hung out with her for a while. She had a pet ferret that had given birth in a hole in the wall beside one of the huge warehouse doors. I asked if perhaps I could have one of the baby ferrets. She said they’d be ready for adoption in about a year. At one point my cat Moriarty grabbed her ferret by the scruff of the neck and ran off with it. We got the ferret away unharmed. They were just playing, I guess.
The guards came to collect us and take us to a banquet hall where we would be executed by a firing squad. I stood at the head table, surrounded by men with machine guns. A huge door opened at the end of the hall and figures clad in grey camo gear walked in. One of the guards near me wondered who they were. I informed him they were ninjas armed with uzis. A battle between my captors and the ninjas ensued. I took that opportunity to slip out the back.
I found myself in the backstage area of a large theater. I ducked around crates, dangling ropes, scrims and backdrops. One of the guards was hunting me. I made my way past a very long series of backdrops and sheets, thinking my pursuer would lose track of me. I looked back to see that an opening had been blown through the scrims, making a sort of long corridor of curtains. At the far end was an immense genie with a rotund belly, lying on the ground. I realized that the genie had farted and created the corridor.
The camera then pulled out of first person to third person, revealing that I had become an animated character much like Aladdin or the Prince of Persia. I leaped out of the corridor and into the ocean where I was immediately swallowed by a fish only slightly larger than I. The fish spat me up on the shore of an island.
That’s all I remember.
december 17,1972 Logan is not wolverine and wolverine is not Logan and the panthers need to go away and the real Melissa,Mark and Matthew need to be ok