What an absolute and complete nightmare. Far and away the most intricate, complex, and complete dream I’ve had since I was a child, or at least been able to recall… There’s no way I’d able to remember all of it, but a good bit of it involved Star Wars, flying, huge cities, deep forests,epic lightsaber battles, being an authority over the youth, and lots of violence…things I never should have seen, even in my dreams–dismemberments, people getting sucked through jet engines, horrible, horrible things… Where does my mind get this stuff? During the initial part of the dream I was alone, and at one point running down a path through the woods which looked uncannily like a road we used to drive on in France, and coming round the bend, I saw the wreckage of a Millenium Falcon, apparently the original used on the set, crashed in the woods. I ran up to the assembled group and mentioned that I owned one too, not the original, but a functioning craft, but no one seemed to take much interest. I decided I would show them, and ran and jumped up, and flew westward, hand extended a bit like Superman, but very, very fast, as the landscape rushed under me and I flew over snowy mountain ranges and dodged the steeples of dense cities, all the time travelling at many times the speed of sound…
Through the latter half of the dream there was a group of us: myself, a couple of guys, and a few girls, who were friends, and we all helped with the youth group, kind of like I do in real life, but significantlly different in that there were older authority figures over us and with us, a bit like a council… This sounds so completely ridiculous, but of course in the dream it made complete sense, but one of our group a personification of complete evil–he started out as my friend, but eventually turned away (I know who you’re all thinking about), to the point where we had a lightsaber battle in an industrial part of the city; he cut off my toe and wounded me on the arm–the weapons were moving faster than anyone could see, the acrobatics were intense–but I prevailed, and I was hacking limbs off, but he was simply laughing, changed shape to that of a woman, at which point I lopped his head off and cut him open with my weapon, but he simply replied that he was spirit now, and there was nothing I could do kill him, and he walked away through the corridors of the city. I was horrified. I tried to warn the people in authority over me of the impending danger, since he was persuasive, unpredictably violent, and simply evil, and they listened, but there was little I could do against him… Somehow he acquired his original guise, and somehow we were together again as a group, much later, sitting by the lakeside, and he was taunting everything and everybody… I stood between him and the rest of the group as best I could, and even at one point had to stand up for my faith as he was mocking my reading the Bible, and when I told him in no uncertain terms Who I believed in, it quieted him for a long while. We left and were walking up a boardwalk when something one of the girls said, something about a love of his that didn’t want him anymore, provoked him to incredible anger, which is exactly what I didn’t want; I told the girl I was with to get behind me, and he flew across the walkway and struck me many times, but fortunately left the girls alone… Then for some reason jet engines were being tested on a landing at the top of the boardwalk, suspended from the ceiling, which appeared, and through the discussions of the group, one of the girls got lured behind an engine, and he ran over to the wall and turned it on full afterburner, which didn’t blow her back, but flayed her skin off…I couldn’t watch, and I ran around the scene, but there were other engines, and kids all around, and I ran by one with the girl I was with just as one of them got pulled in the blade portion… And for some reason the side of the engine was transparent, even, so we could see the blood and the churning… I turned our eyes away. The engine stopped then. I went into the restroom that was right in front of me, talked with the other authority figures, and then I woke up.
If nothing else the dream confirmed, at least in the dream world, things I’d always wondered, things that you always wonder how you’ll respond until they actually happen, and granted, someone getting pulled into a jet engine in front of me, or someone jump-kicking me from 20 feet away isn’t exactly likely to happen, but the fact that I pulled my friends away, that I stood in front of the dangers for them, that I turned their eyes away when something horrible was happening in front of us…it’s something I always wondered about, how I would respond. Isn’t much consolation, but I’m trying to look for anything redeeming about the dream… it’s still with me.