Ok, every once in a while I have lucid dreams that stick with me for hours or days afterwards.
Here is one from last night.
The scene was the house I grew up in -
The Four Horsemen of the Atheist Apocalypse were over for a congenial visit. Yup. Richard Dawkins, Dan Dennett, Sam Harris and Christopher Hitchens were over for a 'cordial visit'. Everyone was sitting around chatting in the living room that was set like the Three's Company Show...all light and no shadows anywhere.
I remember distinctly that Sam Harris was far more interested in my collection of computer games, and wanted to know if I played World of Warcraft - (He was a Blood Elf Warlock - there may be an endorsement contract in the making here...). Richard Dawkins was the culinary expert and not only wanted to give tips toward our dinner repast, but wanted to take over, wielding his own personal gourmet chef-knife that never leaves his side. (We gave him free reign in the kitchen....hoping for the best).
Dan Dennett was particularly interested in my collection of power-tools and the workshop in the basement that was a direct reminiscence of yesteryear, with my dad's old workbench in the corner, complete with old military bench vice, and a 1 hp belt driven table saw that was more rust than saw. Hitch was perusing my book collection, with mixed reviews of my eclectic mix of canonical literature from my college days and my extensive collection of sci fi classics.
It was when we were stitting down to dinner that things became a little weird, because that was when the zombies attacked.
As a group, we all formed up with various tasks. Dan Dennett was in charge of fortifications, using the power tools in the basement to good effect - barricading windows and doors to keep the unholy undead from sucking out our brains. Sam Harris, predictably (I guess) wanted to research the internet for information on how to fight of and slay zombies, but our connection was 'cut'.
Richard Dawkins was in a bit of shock and was more of a helping hand for the amazing impromptu carpentry of Dan Dennett. Hitch, it turns out, was a direct descendant of dr. van Helsing (quel surprise!) and had even come equipped with a 'monster fighting kit'.
We determined to fight a tactical retreat through the house into the attic, as the zombies advanced through our multiple lines of defense. On the way to the attic, we ran through my parent's traditional bedroom - from back in my 'growing up days'. There we disturbed, in bed, in slumber, my mom and my dad (who's been passed away for (~15 years now). They lept out of bed, tossed on their "leathers" (monster fighting gear?!?!) and joined in without a blink of an eye. Hitch van Helsing had plenty of accoutrement to go around?
Yup. That was my dream.
Freud that up, loosers!