It’s now nearly evening and I still remember the details of this dream. I was in a house, I think it looked like a Cape Anne, just a little squatter. I am inside, and I’m some kind of special army soldier. My job is to kill these Islamist extremists. They’re sleeping in the house. When I shoot at them as they sleep, I don’t actually shoot them. Instead, I waken them and their families. I can shoot the women and children. But after they fall down, they get up, and become angrier.
I decide to run away from the house because I can’t seem to do anything to the extremists. As I run away from the house I see two large squares of red electric tape framing the house. I now remember that my mission was just to frame the house, I got off track a bit by going in the house. Explosions start to come off the house. But they’re not actually damaging the house, just drawing more angry Islamicists into my area. As I flee the scene. I can’t run fast enough to ease my fear of getting caught. So I jump off a cliff into clear water.
Fortunately, this is water that I can stay under indefinitely, no need for breathing air. I try to stay very still and escape the notice of the Islamicists. Unfortunately for me, the Islamacists have balloon like creatures at their disposal that are capable of biting me to death in a swarm of latex rubber. They first throw at me a swarm of sea snakes, filled with air of course. Fortunately for me these snakes are really slow.. I can definitely outswim them. Unfortunately, they do manage to corral me into a kind of balloon animal labyrinth, where I am surrounded on two sides by these anemone-like snappy creatures.
With the rear blocked by rubber snakes, the sides by rubber anemones, I could only go forward. A balloon man similar in appearance if not size to the marshmallow man from Ghostbusters came around the corner. At this point I had to get proactive and pop the man with my knife. I couldn’t shoot him because I was underwater.
After this act, and a near disaster with the anemones I realized that I could swim up and get out of the anemone maze. As I topped the anemone wall I came upon a bar, a bar where people drink stuff. Seated at the bar were a host of characters all resembling the human cast from Muppet’s Christmas Carol. One of them, a shifty woman jetted off to the surface upon my arrival. I imagine she was headed to the Islamicists to let them know I was still going. But at that point I woke up.