I think perhaps my muse was kidnapped after all, and last night’s dream experience was some sort of telepathic SOS. It wasn’t smurfs, it was…marauding, intergalactic slave traders? 0_o Uh, sorry muse, I think you’ll have to find your own way home.
This dream was a bit confusing for me. It committed the storytelling sin of having too many characters. Not only that, but I wasn’t even a character in this escapade. I was a disembodied ghost floating around watching everything unfold. I guess I was the omnipotent narrator.
So the dream: A 6-yr-old boy is kidnapped by above-mentioned slave traders. Even though they were on a regular ship, there was some weird sci-fi feel to it. Poor kid is crying for his big sister, who is stuck on shore, to save him. Teary moment as they sail away into the dark fog, completely separated.
And now they’re sailing in what I can only compare to Planet Earth’s deep underwater caves—except they’re not underwater, but they are surrounded by walls of rock. It’s dark, and frankly just creepy. It feels like a journey to an alien planet. (Because where else would you take 6-yr-olds for slave labor?)
There’s a lot of sniveling and crying going on, and lots of harsh treatment by the scumbag pirates.
Now we’re back with the big sister (big as in 12 or 13). She’s mounting a rescue, venturing deep into this unknown territory to find her brother (aw, how sweet). Will she save him? Will they make it home? Wait, suddenly we’re 11 years into the future? What happened? You mean I *slept* through the best part of the story? My muse says, “sorry, had to disconnect so the pirates wouldn’t catch me communicating with you.” Um, right, hush-hush.
So now it’s 11 years later, and there are two boys (huh?). They are teenagers, and have finally escaped whatever torment they’ve endured and made it all the way home to what greatly resembles a Star Trek space ship. And if that’s not enough to confuse you, who is it making a guest appearance as these two heroic boys? Zachery Ty Bryan and Johnathan Taylor Thomas from their Home Improvement days. (whispers: Muse, did the pirates drug you?)
The two sit down and tell their miraculous story (which I missed, humph) to the commanders of the space ship. (Is that Captain Picard? It’s hard to tell because being a ghost gives everything a slight haze.) It’s a happy ending for everybody—wait, what about the little boy and his sister? What happened to them? I have no idea. Is he still awaiting rescue? Does this mean my muse is a 6-yr-old boy? I suppose that could explain my tendency to beat characters into bloody pulps…
I don’t know where my muse is, but it sounds like she (or he) is experiencing much more excitement than I am. Maybe she’ll have plenty of stories to tell when she gets back.