This morning was no different, and although I can’t remember my dream as well as the first weird dream, I was struck by the climax/end of the dream, and so I’m adding this one as #2.

I remember being chased clockwise around the perimeter of a stone tower or tall building of some sort, probably 50-80 feet tall.  I was being chased by a large monster with a long neck.  It might have been a dragon, I’m not sure.  Suddenly, the dragon turned the other way and appeared in front of me to the left of the building.  I was terrified.

At once, I was no longer myself, but instead a spectator standing just a few feet away watching a woman staring up at the monster.  The woman was in her 20s or 30s with dark hair, and she was holding a giant indigo or purple lance with both hands over her shoulder, kind of like you would hold a bazooka.  The lance was 10-15 feet long and several inches wide – about the size of a lance used in jousting – and the posture of her body indicated that it was quite heavy.  Then, right next to her appeared a young girl, holding an identical lance.  In fact, it was the same woman, but instead she was about 8-12 years old.

Within seconds there were several versions of the woman at different ages, each holding a lance.  The women were in slightly different poses, each holding the lance at a different angle and partially overlapping.  The different versions of the woman started to take the same posture, and eventually combined back into the original.  Even though there was no physical indication, I knew that somehow the woman now had more power based on the combination of different versions of herself.  She took her right hand off of the lance and aimed with her left, ready to throw it like a spear right at the monster…and I then woke up.

I was in the shower thinking about the dream, and since I tend to think really clearly in the shower, an interesting and meaningful game idea hit me.  I imagined a game where the player had to essentially play through a woman’s memories.  The game could be split up at different stages of her life, where the player experienced what it would be like to be the woman at that stage.  The woman’s strengths and weaknesses would be based on who she was at that time.  As a younger girl, she would be physically weaker and more vulnerable, yet more fearless and zealous.  As a woman, she would be stronger, yet more cynical about the world.

Then the game would culminate in a moment where different versions of herself would combine together.  This would represent various aspects of the woman’s consciousness being healed, and the woman would become fully satisfied in who she is.

I was young again and found myself sitting next to my mom on the couch.  She was fiddling with a sleek, black TV changer.  It resembled the keypad on a RAZR phone, so it seemed sort of futuristic.  She handed it to my dad who made some silly comment that made me laugh.  I wish they were still married.  I wish he was still here so I could hear more of his jolly teasing.

Then there was a design competition where the architecture and design firms of the community could submit designs for a light rail system.  It was really exciting to think about the prospect of a light rail system where I lived (wherever that was).

Next, I envisioned a bizarre fashion illustration that suggested I had created a fad of specifically not putting any jewelry on the wrists of the runway models.  I was a prominent fashion designer, and at the time I made the illustration, my carpal tunnel was really bothering me.  I left their wrists bare as an expression of that pain.