Saturday, July 21, 2012

7/21/12 Lincoln

In this dream, we re planning to take a trip. I usually tutor a kid on Fridays, and for some reason we have invited him along to go overnight with us. I'm taking him to the library and the corner store to get some supplies for us. In the library, we get several books, and on returning to our apartment we began looking through several speculative biology books. One in particular caught the kid's attention, entitled, "The Future After Humans," and we opened it up to look through it. The initial section of the book took place in a temperate forest setting. Some of the first Creatures were something like an 'evolved' rhino, looking more anthropomorphized and also more rugged and predatory. It had very large armored shoulders and upper body, and slender hips and legs. Another creature looked like a possible posthuman, having a very large arrowhead-shaped face, leading with the nose. Its eyes were diamond-shaped, ringed with a dark outline, and it would look back and forth suspiciously. Both eyes and hair were black. It traveled in packs, looking something like a predatory woods-wandering goblin.
The next creature was a very large crocodile-derivative animal, but it was on its back in a half-moon arc of repose, perforated with metal weapons through its stomach. At this point, we began talking about how I thought there was a television version of this book, like with Future is Wild, and at some point later the dream segues seamlessly into moving film. The next couple of creatures were large birds. They looked something like a quail crossed with a moa or emu, but the markings and the 'plumpness' of the quail (or pigeon) were intact. These birds were being flushed from the brush out onto a smooth oval rock outcropping in a clearing.
Now, we are tromping through the snow in snow equipment. We go into the mouth of a snow cave to meet with one of the portal-exploratory stationed in this region. We meet him, and he invites us in to have something hot to drink with him. His hat is off and he has slightly greasy brown hair and a full but neat beard. We hear some scuffling noise outside and he tells us we have to go inside -  creature is trying to get us. We dive down the tunnel into the deeper chamber bellyfirst, but the creature follows us in like a ferret. It is a large near-human, wampalike, with a squashed nose and brightly-colored mandrill-like face. We all scoot our backs up against the wall and kick out at it with 4 pairs of legs. It manages to grab on to somebody's leg, and another explorer kicks it in the side as its front arms are extended, causing it to lose its grip and slide down an opening (the escape exit), down a path and off the side of a cliff, dragging the explorer it caught by the leg behind it. The captured explorer manages to hang on to the edge of the cliff momentarily, his lifering strangely turning from red back to green (it had been yellow before), before losing his grip and falling after then snow creature.
Later, we are in the explorer's institution. Inside, it is gunmetal, steel, and concrete - surprisingly stark and cold for a snow building but warm inside nonetheless. There is not much furniture other than gym equipment (perhaps we are in the gym room), and some speculation arises as to the veracity of our experience. Something has gone wrong with our verifying equipment, and no sounds were reported back. We try to replicate the noises the creature made with a megaphone inside a freestanding sound-proof booth with glass walls. There is also a rumor going around that somehow the female member of our exploration team, who is incidentally pregnant, somehow ended up with a hybridized fetus as a result of the encounter. The doctor is very smug and certain about this interesting development, but as the viewer we see the camera focus one the readout machine fluctuating after the doctor has stopped looking at it. Later, after the actual delivery of the baby, there is no indication of hybridity, as the machine fluctuations seemed to indicate. The dotor is deflated.

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