Beseeching the Gods
This dream was animated. Which I guess in some sense all dreams are, but this was in the style of a South East Asian animation, but with a sort of Indian feel.
I was a character in the dream but the character was not me, and I unfortunately do not remember anybody’s name.
Several friends of mine and I were guarding a baby god in a long glass cylinder, the cylinder was the length of two people laying down so relatively long and the baby could crawl up and down in it. There were no airholes so I guess it kept alive by being god-like.
Unfortunately there was a large army that wanted this baby god in a cylinder and in the part of the dream I remember we were surrounded on a large plateau and a battle to get the cylinder away from us was underway.
Luckily we were South East Asian Animation with a touch of Indian style badasses so although we were extremely outnumbered we were kicking ass, nonetheless it did not look good.
At the same time we were fighting this army, my spirit and the spirit of the leader of the opposing army were at a meeting on the ethereal plane with a bunch of gods who were trying to convince this important hippie type goddess lady to come help us.
The gods trying to do the convincing were not doing a good job, frankly they seemed sort of simple minded, this led me to wonder (in the dreams) if the gods over millennia lost their reasoning faculties the way humans do over the decades.
So the scene kept shifting between this meeting of the gods and the battle on the plateau, we were essentially slowly losing in both places. On the plateau, outnumbered, in the ethereal plane poorly represented.
In one scene in the ethereal plane the leader of the opposing army, who seemed like an ok guy, not evil incarnate or anything, gave a flattened toilet paper roll with a little bead inside it to the hippie goddes. She was intrigued by this thing which she did not know what it was — she was saying things like “Oh is this a game, oh but how does this thing come out” she really could not figure out how to get the bead out of the flattened toilet paper roll.
I said “here let me help” and she gave it to me and I opened up the roll, which after all was that thin board a toilet paper roll is made of and she was incredibly overwhelmed by the ingenuity I displayed, gushing “Oh that is wonderful, you humans really are clever how did you figure that out!!”
The leader of the opposing army gave me a look of distaste, appropriate to a cheerleader in an American mean teens movie looking at a nerd.
Then it was back to the battle on the plateau, we had lost the cylinder with the baby which went rolling along the ground through the smoke and bodies and melee — obviously this was some sort of super reinforced glass or it would have broken long since.
My buddies were telling me that this was it, the jig was up, we were going to die, there were too many and even we, badasses that we were could not triumph against such odds, when there was a loud thunderous boom, and there came walking out of a multicoloured column of smoke the hippie goddess we’d been asking for aid in the ethereal plane, carrying the glass cylinder held vertically so that the baby was balanced sitting down at the rounded end that was held in her hand.
Ponderously she announced “I Have made my decision” and then I woke up, so I don’t really know what the decision was but I have a feeling it was to our benefit.
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2 — The dreamer is in the dream — although I was playing a different character than myself
7 — The dream has a narrative
This dream was entered into the dream log by Agent 86, actual details of the Agent that had this dream have been removed and made anonymous.
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