Wednesday, February 20, 2013
dream 0430 hours - writing on the wall - Hulk smashed flees
There was this derelict building I had to 'back door' (there was a dusty tall pyramid of concrete in front of the door, if this helps verify that I was there) but I couldn't get the backdoor to close, it kept popping open even though the door was locked. Tried again and again to lock the metal door, even used my fingers to restraighten the three parallel prongs (long short longer) of the key.
Upstairs, there was a lived in loft space. Found all sorts of occupation material, personal things, and WRITING ON THE WALL, maybe five or six words spray painted in gold onto the bare concrete wall behind a 'modesty curtain' covering an alcove. The front and last letter of the words, as they went down the wall, had been crossed out/replaced, as if someone was trying to solve a word puzzle. The words were as clear as day when I looked at them, forgot to REMEMBER them, hence this sketchy report.
There were a series of floor-to-ceiling draw frames, thin wooden interleaved pine slats like room-long blinds. Detailed fret-worked, scallop-shaped wooden slats that could be dragged across the whole loft space to segment off regions, and allow a change of light.
I lost the file/folder, told control, searched for it, found it. Remember hugging her, giving her the news. She was just off-site, I had to meet her somewhere. Before returning...
The three other team members joined me in the loft space. There was SOMETHING MASSIVE about them, like they were comic combat models of this insurgency team. Suddenly, this animal/force like that thing out of Cloverfield (but could fit in the loft space with us) appeared, and yes there was an actual Hulk on my team (green skin, gruff voice). Of course, Hulk took on the creature. And it was a ferocious fight. They ended up smashing through walls onto the balcony at the top of the property. Cloverfield thing did this Muy Tai type kick that slammed into Hulk's back, slamming him into a corner, shattering the wall, bringing down roof tiles.
Hulk's back seemed to break. He was defeated, instantly. He screamed like nobody I've ever heard scream before. Then he ABANDONED US, just Hulk-leapt away from the scene with the meat of his green shoulders looking like ripped up plasticene. There was a real look of roaring horror on his face, as he fled. Cloverfield thing thought about this maneouvre for a moment then leapt off after Hulk.
When I was a young lad, I could demand that the dream PUT ME BACK IN to continue beyond where I'd woken up. I tried this last night (when I woke at 04:30) but there was an eyeflashing electrostatic forcefield swirling around the bed preventing me from returning to the dream space that I felt was just a few inches in front of my nose. Nothing came through this way. I didn't see any ghosts or beasts or apparition in this realm. I just lay there, went back to sleep eventually.