Okay, dream analyzers, analyze this! It's a weird one! I tried to write as much of my dream down as I could. The dream goes like this...
I dreamed that my wife and I went on vacation to some 'Caribbean' island location. It was some kind of a travel package we'd booked through Cabela's.
When we got to the destination it seemed like Bermuda (which isn't in the Caribbean) where we were, but everywhere surrounding the resort was
complete ruins and poverty (like Haiti). The place we were staying was like a giant Cabela's sporting goods store in combination with a casino. I
remember thinking I was pretty disappointed because it seemed like just a big marketing scam for Cabela's. You were essentially trapped inside a
giant Cabela's store with no where else to go but sit around and buy their stuff. (Side note - I love Cabela's). That, or gamble in their casinos
(and I'm not a gambler). Plus, I totally can't stand contrived experiences like this where you are totally insulated from the reality around you,
just not my thing.
The trip was actually quite long, more than several days. At one point I ran out of a perscription medicine I needed. I inquired about where the
nearest pharmacy might be and was told there was one several miles away. So I ventured out to find the pharmacy which resided outside of the resort
'compound'. Immediately after leaving the grounds I entered this 3rd world environment. I was actually enjoying this part more than the 'vacation'.
The pharmacy was far, and the roads just in ruins. I soon lost my way.
At some point I befriended a well educated national who just happened to work at the pharmacy as an assistant in training to be a Pharmacist. He said
he would take me to the pharmacy, but we should call ahead and make a private appointment with the Pharmacist. I didn't understand, but went along
with his recommendation. When we got to the 'pharmacy' I immediately understood why he had made his suggestion. It was mobbed with locals all
begging for various things, just mobbed. The pharmacy was completely overwhelmed.
We made our way through the crowd and got to the appointment with the Pharmacist. I have to say, I was more than a little uncomfortable with the
privileged treatment, but the medicine I needed was very important. Upon meeting the Pharmacist she proceeded to give me a big lecture about being a
"rich, privileged and uncaring American". I just let her rant, she probably deserved an outlet 100x over. When she was done she asked what I needed,
and I told her. She just laughed and said she hadn't seen that medication in years, whereupon she pulled down some dusty pharmacy manuals and looked
it up. She said she didn't have it, but she might have the ingredients to make it (or close), but it was going to take time. I thanked her profusely
and agreed to wait however long it took.
While I was waiting my new found friend asked if I wanted to go have some fun. Eager for some real adventure I heartily agreed. We then jumped in a
beat up old Toyota Hi Lux 4x4 and proceeded to go on what amounted to a Baja race style adventure ride through the ruins and rubble of the city. My
host was jumping over rubble piles at high speed, speeding around jagged ruins, and generally driving like a crazy person. I wasn't particularly
scared because I figured he knew what he was doing far better than I did. After a while, I realized we weren't really going anyplace in particular;
the whole point of this 'fun' was just the speeding around part.
Soon, we'd had about all the fun there was to have, so we stopped and had some beers while looking out across all the ruins. My friend opined about
days gone by and how this once used to be a beautiful city. I imagined what it once looked like as he told me about it. Then he perked up and asked
if I wanted to go see something, a secret place he knew of. I readily agreed. We drove to this place which just looked like a flattened building
with some exterior walls. Inside, there was this manhole sized hatch, and when he opened it there was something inside. I couldn't figure out what
it was at first, but as I looked more closely it looked to be parts of some kind of a missile.
There were three sections, each wrapped in cloth. The bottom section was fixed onto some kind of a mounting plate. The top two sections needed to be
assembled onto the base section. Of course, me being me, I tried to figure out how to put it together. The middle section locked into place on the
first try, but the top section had some kind of a trick to getting it to lock into place. I tried several times, but couldn't make it attach
properly.
I started to think about what we would even do if we did get it assembled properly. Would we launch it? What would happen then? Then I noticed some
writing on it. It was a surface to air missile...a SAM! In the back of my mind I was just thinking it might be fun to shoot it off for the fireworks
effect of it, but quickly thought better of that because...what if it hit a plane??? Bad idea! I couldn't get the top part to attach anyway, so it
was pointless. At one point, while trying to attach the top section, I dropped it down inside the hole. OOps! As I stood there looking at it, I
thought to myself how infinitely crazy this all was, and how I was probably messing around with some live ordnance of undetermined age. Complete
madness. I decided not to touch it anymore, and we left.
As we got back to the truck there was this massive detonation as the warhead on the missile exploded!! Rocks and debris flew everywhere and we dove
behind his beat up truck. After the blast, and without a word, we drove off.
---THE END---
I don't know if I ever got my prescription from the Pharmacist. Heck, I don't know if I ever even made it back to the Cabela's hotel and my wife. It
just ended, and I woke up.
So what the heck did that dream mean??????
edit on 2/1/2020 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)