Have you ever had one of those dreams? One where nothing made any sense, but it was a thrill ride from start to finish. A Michael Bay film collaborates with a hallucinogenic drug? Maybe spurred on by a healthy mix of a "that hit different" REM cycle and some NyQuil?
And no, this is not a sex dream. Sorry to disappoint any of the readers.
Chances are you have, but what are the odds you're able to recall every second of that dream? This may be the only instance in my entire life in which I am confident that it happened to me, so buckle up (just as Christian Bale, as Bruce Wayne, and I did in this dream) and please feel free to share any of your crazy dreams with me!
Alright, let's set the stage: This dream took place on the plot of land in French Lick, Indiana that I spent 18 years on. My entire family lived on this land, in their own homes. Uncle and Aunt in one, grandma and grandpa in another, and my mom and step-dad, older brother, twin little brothers, and myself in the latest double-wide addition to the land.
It was as backroad as it gets. So backroad, that the town never bothered salting and snowplowing the roads on snowy days. We had acres and acres of woods directly behind the house, wildlife digging through our trash, and a huge hill perfect for sledding which eased the burden of having a snow-ridden road.
Here is a wonderfully crafted photo for reference:
Enough of that! Back to the story.
Now, I don't remember exactly what formula or concoction I had for this dream occurring. It happened in high school, which was around the time I started to really get into supplements. Preworkout, protein powder, multivitamins, I was all about it. And as a 16-17 year old playing football and exercising 6 times a week, what did I think I needed more of? That's right, testosterone. There's no telling the damage I've done to my kidneys and liver taking testosterone related supplements during this time, or the amount of money I wasted on supplements that weren't FDA regulated and at best only provided a placebo effect. But if you're familiar with testosterone supplements, such as ZMA for example, you may know that they can cause some vivid dreams.
This is the only explanation I have, because remembering every detail of a dream is still insane to me. Like most people, I immediately forget unless I'm able to write it down in a journal or type it out in my notes app.
The Dream
I'm sprinting. I'm sweating. I'm dodging bullets from guys straight out of some FBI show. We're talking black suits, black sunglasses, earpieces, handguns, the whole ensemble. I'm in an abandoned warehouse with meat hooks and more rusted equipment lying around. I turn over my shoulder and see Christian Bale (Bruce Wayne) just steps behind me. This is all somehow taking place on the spot where my uncle's house should be (in real life).
After landing a right hook on one of these feds, I'm able to bust through a door and the sunlight hits my eyes. I squint and start running up the hill we've always sled on towards some dark square on the ground outside my parents home. I look over my shoulder again, and see Christian Bale (Bruce Wayne) throwing hands with several of the feds.
I'm not sure why they were after us. Was I Robin? Was I implicated in some greater scheme? Did the law finally catch up to Batman's vigilante lifestyle? I am a huge fan of Batman, and the general superhero pop culture that has swept our nation for over a decade now, so I don't question too much of it aside from those three questions. Anyway, just as I started to think maybe I should help him fight back, I told myself "What am I thinking? This is Christopher Nolan's Batman, he'll be fine."
I continue running and reach the dark square patch by my parents house. I sit down, Indian-style, and prepare myself. It is a sleeping bag. But not just any sleeping bag. A sleeping bag with a key ignition. I have no idea how I had the key, or how I knew this magical sleeping bag in the same vein as Aladdin was our getaway vehicle. All I knew was that I needed to save Batman.
"Come on...Come on..." I whispered as the sleeping bag's nonexistent engine struggled to turnover. After applying imaginary gas, risking flooding the nonexistent engine, the sleeping bag started. After a vigorous fist pump in the air I looked back at Christian Bale (Bruce Wayne) and yelled, "Let's go!"
This man, famous for his roles in American Hustle, American Psycho, The Machinist, Thor: Love And Thunder, and the extremely successful Amsterdam, breaks into the most intimidating sprint in the history of all dreams. After Black Ops I "dolphin diving" onto the sleeping bag, he motions me to "GO GO GO" and our sleeping bag begins to lift off the ground.
The feds are giving us angry, "get off my lawn" fist shakes instead of shooting at us. Perhaps they believed the sleeping bag also had shielding powers because, I mean come on, it can fly. Christian Bale (Bruce Wayne) and I put on our seatbelts because we are responsible and begin flying to what I assume would be Wayne Manor. His plan was to show me A Whole New World, I presume.
I have woken up by this point, and immediately text my girlfriend at the time about the dream. She tells me I'm ridiculous and that I need to "grow up", but the guys at school that morning loved it.
What are some of your crazy and vivid dreams? Dreams are such a unique topic, often interpreted as premonitions, manifestation of fears or hopes, and more so I'm curious to hear about other wild ones like mine!
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