My Dream Journal

12-7-17 The Holmes Dimensions

Last nights dream was awesome. I played a character who was an interdenominational space hero who was being awarded for her good deeds.

When I arrived at the place where the ceremony was to be held I knew at once that something was wrong.

The place was half buildings half swampland, which surrounded our building and was apparently very dangerous to traverse. This swampland was caused by space/magic pollutants in the area.

The people there to see my award where either ones I've helped or those who worked/lived here;
Jesse and James from Pokemon
Various alien species
Basil of Bakerstreet from The Great Mouse Detective
Some people from school
Rogue, Basil's new enemy
And some more people I don't remember the names of.

We watched on the screen one of my most recent exploits, one where I saved the moon from an asteroid. The person who gave me the mission was sitting front row, Toby was his name. Then things started to go wrong.

It was as if the swamp was haunted as people started having hallucinations one by one. I knew at once the cause and used my super-keen senses to expose it.

We started with Toby, who had started speeding in his native language, a series of high tones difficult for a human to replicate. I did.

I knew what he was saying which he did not count on, or did he. Once everyone was calmed James spoke. He was apparently being possessed by the ghost of a man who was killed here not long ago and nearly threw himself into the swamp because of it. Jesse and I caught him.

He wanted nothing more than the polluters out of his home. Those who had caused the swamp and their rivals were no where to be seen, but I knew better.

Apparently both sides had the idea to scare the other off. Both appeared in costumes the other would fear and began to fight, knocking poor James out and almost killing him.

I pulled my trick from my bag and, seemingly magically, dawned my own disguise; an amalgamation of tar, "poison, and gunk glowing from the eyes and various spots as the ooze dripped around me.

I was the ghost of this man now, or so they thought. Both sides fled and we were able to fix our fun outing.

The scene cuts to a large field where Basil, who has apparently traded places with James, was waking up. Dawson helped him to his feet and everyone was relived he was alive and himself.
People kept passing him, patting his shoulder saying this like "it's good to have you back" and such. He had no idea why.

When he approached Rogue the rat ran to him, "Rogue?" Basil called confused.

"Basil, I'm very glad your you again" Rogue was truest relived his rival was alive.

Then we all pitched tent to the sound of a big band version of "Go to Bed Mad" by Bowling for Soup while Basil stood grumpily holding an umbrella for no one had explained anything to him.