My funny dream

There was a lot of running. And chasing. It was deep into the future, like year 3876 or something like that but there were still buildings like what we had now, preserved, maintained and revered. Especially ancient, glorious buildings like old arcades or halles with stained glass windows and high, high ceilings with towers, windy staircases, secret passages and brick / wood / stone construction.

I was pursued by these evil people who wanted what my lineage was destined to protect: This sacred, magical cheese that enabled immortality and future telling powers. Seriously 🙂 I think the name of this cheese was something ludicrous like “Le point serverac sevrin something something…” super long haha

The evil people wanted the cheese for the powers and world domination (cliché, I know) and they had magical abilities where they could freeze people if they stared at them long enough with their magical intensity and then, they could apply pressure to distinct pressure points on said person and kill them. While in pursuit, few of my friends were killed off but I had to keep running and protecting this cheese.

Soon, I was trapped in this long, skyscraper of a tower and as the evil person chased me up the windy staircase – s/he running up and I was bounding back and forth on the walls like a ninja – I was driven higher and higher up this tower to evade this evil person and I was immune to their debilitating stare (as why my lineage was chosen as the official honorable protector of this magical cheese).

We reached the top of the tower and fought some super cool mid-air battle and (of course) mid punch, we locked eyes and this evil person was able to hold me in their stare and we looked deep into each others’ soul + history + secrets of generations past. I gave a herculean effort to kick this evil person back away from me and we both crashed through opposite stained glass windows out of the tower….

The next scene revealed I entered the main chamber of one of these ancient buildings (which funnily enough resembled this blend of the QVB building in Sydney + the Block Arcade in Melbourne) and there was a magnificent waterfall amongst lush greenery and trees with an opened dome ceiling. I approached the ancient elder of unknown age (there’s always one of those) and s/he (cuz this person, this “being”, was so ancient and omniscient s/he was beyond “gender”) took the cheese to safely store it. Then, as I was kneeling to present the cheese to said elder, they pressed a 3 fingers gently to my forehead and calmly proclaimed a troubling forewarning vision that I was also able to visualise (yup, cliché, I know): That in the not too distant future, my lineage and the evil person’s ancestral line would evolve to a point where in an epic battle (I know, cliché!!), the evil person would be able to freeze “The One Protector” in my lineage and kill me with the pressure point method… and…as “I” fell into the abyss of an oblivion, a celestial hand fed me a small piece of the sacred cheese to save me… but no one in my lineage has ever eaten the cheese… as it was forbidden since the beginning of time….

and then I woke up.