Murderous Mutant Mad Scientist
This morning, I found myself in a dystopian desert world chasing, and then being chased by a murderous mutant mad scientist who studied and ate some sort of oniony animal brain. After running up, down, through, and around a giant cylindrical adobe department store, I took refuge amongst a group of dusty junk pile dwellers. They were all eating orange creamsicles. “Give her a popsicle!” shouted their leader Jason. He was tall, thin, clean, blond, calm; the only bright thing in their dark world. Someone came by and handed me a creamsicle. Mmm.
“Jason!” yelled a dusty follower as she ran up to us, “The prophecy! It’s coming true!” The prophecy. The evil mad scientist who was coming for me would encounter Jason. They would fight, and Jason would die.
Jason wasn’t worried. He believed the prophecy, but he seemed confident that everything would be okay. The mad scientist drew near.
My alarm went off. Noooes!
Remember how I’ve been trying to learn to fly like Superman in my dreams? I decided after last time that I should work on zooming up into the sky. After all, what’s the point of flying if I go only where I can walk?
When I first found myself in the desert, I had a moment of realization that I was in a dream. I didn’t feel ready to fly, but I thought I should take advantage of precious dream time and try anyway. Up I went, straight into the sky! The next thing I knew, I was sliding to a stop in the sand, face first. Oof.