Flight of the Argonauts: Part 2 of 3

Dream Info: November 18, 1998
Realism Intensity: 3
Content: PG-13

The second dream in this Sequence: While not required, reading the first part will help explain some of the significances of this dream.

Part II:

Some friends were climbing on the ruins of the Hadrian wall in the warm summer sun. A vast flower-covered field lay infront of the wall. This wall ran into the base of a giant cliff that looked as if a giant knife had sliced the ground, and the far side had then been lifted up to tower above. The stratified rock layers were perfectly intact.

Rob Brown and I were walking and talking at the base of the ruined wall. We came to the end of the wall and waited as the girls that were with us climbed down off it. Then we continued on our way with the foothills sloping up to our left.

One of the girls in our company let out a quick shriek as a band of Indians raced over the foothill’s ridge. They were a band of warriors: faces painted and holding their spears in high. They passed a good way infront of us when one of the warriors turned his horse, trotted a few steps towards us, and let out a cry while waving his spear over his head. He then turned back and galloped after the Indian party.

We were still excitedly discussing the Indian incident when a rumble and loud clatter became audible from the ridge to our left. We stopped, slightly nervous, as a large army came marching over the ridge. Their brown and gray clothes were dusted with dirt; their muskets and gold southern Civil War insignia’s were polished and clean, though. The general rode his horse infront of the procession with his hand on his gold sword. One of his lieutenants rode next to him holding an American flag edged with gold.

The countless hundreds, if not thousands, of these brown and gray troopers marched on expressionlessly. I ran up to a side line and started harassing the soldiers with questions. None of them broke. The general turned on his horse to observe my actions towards the army.

In a gruff voice he said, “Company halt…Right flank!” The army turned and was now facing my friends and me.

The general spit, then continued, “Ready your weapons…aim and fire when ready!” He turned away and gazed at the distance as my friends and I slowly started to walk backwards in the direction we had come.

The army cocked and aimed their guns at us. We turned and ran as fast as we could. A roar exploded behind us. Impulsively I threw myself to the ground. Laughing could be heard through the gun’s roar so I turned. The army was firing their guns into the air as the general sat chuckling at us and trying to get the men back to attention.
The column slowly started its march out to the prairie fields again, the men smiling now. I wiped the dirt off my pants and started heading toward the army again. Rob and the girls timidly followed. As I neared the base of the foothill, the end of the army was coming over the ridge. All the supply wagons and cannons came trundling over the hill slowly, being pulled by people. A small boy was pulling one cannon, and as he came down the hill he lost control. It rolled down the hill dragging the boy. I rushed up to the cannon, grabbed the bar used to pull it, and tried to slow it. I wasn’t able to stop it, but I did free the boy from his harness before the cannon flipped over at the base of the hill with a loud crash.

The small boy and I emerged through the cloud of dust to find the general yelling at a group of his men responsible for the cannons. He then came over and thanked me for trying to stop the cannon, and saving the boy. He insisted that we stay and dine with them that night.
We agreed.

The sun was sinking low in the sky; the army had set up their tents and I was wandering through the midst of the camp when one of my female friends, the one with soft red hair, caught my arm.

“Trevor, there’s something on the mountain,” She exclaimed. I looked and sure enough a lone horseman sat at the edge of the peculiar cliff. As we watched, two more men rode into sight. They all had metal armor and swords at their sides.

“Should I find out what they’re doing?” She looked at me eagerly; I had no choice but to say yes. “I can change into my fox shape and crawl up that fault crack,” She continued. “They won’t even know I’m there!”

With that she was off towards the cliff. A few minutes later the dream became like an animated cartoon and I saw a small red fox crawling quickly up the crack that ran through the heart of the cliff to the top.

The fox was running along the crest when two footmen hopped out of a bush, wrapped a rope around the fox and threw her off the cliff, then disappeared into the bush again. She dangled from the rope, which had been tied to a tree.

In the light from the setting sun we saw an army of knights in light blue armor race across the top of the mountainous cliff and down its side. The sun was glinting off their polished armor. They disappeared behind the foothills.

The rest of the camp, no longer animated like a cartoon, had noticed the knights at the top of the mountain. They weren’t in the least bit happy. The whole camp swarmed to life. People were running everywhere. In the craze of the moment, my friends found and told me that they were going after the fox. I agreed to go with them, but as we ran through the chaos, I caught sight of a woman with blonde hair. I stopped, and through the crowd I saw my beautiful partner from my old job. I had heard her die… I had always assumed it had been her who had died since there had been a swarm of mobsters after her and I’d never seen her again. Obviously she was still alive, for here she was loading a cannon!

Rob yanked me out of my daze and physically forced me to leave the camp and help them save the fox. I kept turning back search for her vibrant hair among the brown and gray of the soldiers.

We slowly forced ourselves up the crack to the top of the mountain (animated again). Our characters reached the top, and we untied the fox (animation stops here). We looked out over the prairie below and saw a massive battle being fought. The blue knights and footmen swarmed and intermingled with the brown civil war soldiers. From this altitude the men looked like ants, or a shifting ocean of colored sand. It was a writhing sea of countless men. I fell to my knees as I watched, horrified. I had just lost her all over again.

But this time I wouldn’t give up hope until I had found her alive, or seen her dead body.

Flight of the Argonauts: Part 1 of 3

Dream Info: November 18, 1998
Realism Intensity: 3
Content: PG-13

We stood to the side of the door as we rang the bell and cocked our guns. We raised and readied them. My partner, a blond with a serious face and an incredible figure, and I had been sent with one objective. She nodded to me. I jumped to the door, kicked it down, and dove in rolling on my back and shooting. The man at the table was killed instantly; my partner was at my side and had taken out the other man coming from the bathroom. No attempts at negotiating. No chance for our targets to escape. Our objective had been achieved easily; this time.

A few hours later we found ourselves being drawn into a small café at the mall. We were both exhausted from the day’s mission. It was my partner’s treat this time, and as she paid for the coffee I grabbed a small table.

We sat sipping our coffee and discussing the latest news. She was commenting on how ugly the new bell bottom pants, the current fashion, were when I spilled coffee in my lap; she laughed. I jumped up in pain—

There were loud shouts and a few shots from the lower mall floor out in the hall. We looked at each other and darted out the café door. I looked over the railing as two men sprinted by below. My gun was in my hand in a flash and I squeezed the trigger gently. Nothing happened. My partner pulled out her gun and took out both of them cleanly, just as they were entering the parking garage. I jerked the trigger several times extremely hard and my pistol finally shot.

“It wasn’t my fault! I fired! Nothing happened! My gun has a malfunction.” She glared at me disbelievingly as I sputter this out. We both knew we had state-of-the-art weapons, the best the government could make, and they did not just ‘malfunction.’

The next day at the mall again.

Three men in pinstriped suits calmly stepped into a large see-through elevator and rode to the next floor as I dashed around the corner. I frantically hit at the doors as they exited on the floor above. The elevator zoomed down, and the giant light-blue doors finally allowed me access. I pushed the button and the elevator shot upward and as it came to the next floor and stopped I jumped to get that flying feeling (As I always do in an elevator), only then did I realize that this was one of the new low-grav lifts. I jumped and didn’t come down. I kicked wildly as the door opened revealing the three men breaking into a shop at the side of the to the side of the elevator. My foot finally found the wall of the elevator and I propelled myself out the door, only I was ten feet up in the air. I crashed to the ground, rolled, flipped, rolled again— dodging their fire. All the while I was aiming at them and pulling my trigger. It would click but nothing would come out.

I had crossed the hall, rolling and jumping, and was now opposite the mobsters. As I jumped backwards my gun started working and I shot the three mobsters as I crashed through a large glass window. I had not been shot once. As I got to my feet and climbed back out the window, I noticed my partner with her arms folded leaning against the opposite wall glaring at me.

She suddenly grabbed and shook me. The elevator had just passed carrying more gangsters.

“The other group,” She yelled.

I rushed down the stairs to try to head them off. She ran to the other elevator and sat impatiently waiting for it to come down.

I ran to the bottom floor just as the elevator reached it. I quickly jumped onto the railing at the bottom of the stairs right next to the elevator so the gangsters would not see me as quickly.

The door opened and the men exited, stopped, and all stared at me on the railing frantically pulling the trigger on my gun. Their bald leader walked up to me; I kept my gun pointed at his head as I continued to pull the trigger, but nothing happened.

“Well well, Mr. Parker. It is so nice to see you again.” The lead gangster laughed, signaling his henchmen to kill me. They raised their guns, aimed, and dropped dead. The leader turned as my trusty partner shot him; he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Once again she gave me a glare that could freeze boiling water. I attempted to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. I stood there opening and closing my mouth with a stupid frown on my face.

Suddenly the elevator started upward. Four more gangsters could be seen through the glass on the upper floor. We darted down the stairs to the lower floors; the stairs jackknifed every ten steps.

We passed through the lower floor, which happened to be a library, and my partner continued her descent, however I stopped on the library level and looked up the stairs to see where the gangsters were. The goons were catching up quickly. I knew I had to descend faster so I hopped over the railing to fall to the jackknife below. But as I landed with a thud, I realized that somehow I was still on the library floor. I’d jumped over the railing, fallen, and landed right where I had just jumped from. What?

I darted away from the stairs to hide behind one of the chest high bookcases that were scattered across the giant room, as I did so I noticed another staircase on the opposite side of the library.

I heard a shout and turned to see my partner at the stairs yelling, “Trevor! Come on!”

“Get outta here. They’re on top of us!” I shouted, but instead of going down the stairs, she started towards me. “No,” I continued. “Get down the stairs! Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. You just get back to HQ… NOW!”

With that, she darted down the stairs with one last worried glance at me. The gangsters reached the floor and split into two groups, two after me, two continuing down the stairs after her.

I dove behind a bookcase further to the back of the room. All the bystanders continued looking at their books as if nothing was going on. I scanned for the two men hunting me, but couldn’t find them. I was in a bad situation.

I ran, crouched, to another bookcase somewhat closer to the stairs. I peeked around the side of the case, nothing. Instinct told me that the men were behind me, so with a smile on my face, I stood up and turned. Sure enough, a gangster was three feet away with his gun pointed at my head. His friend was a bookcase away smiling at me.

I struck the gun out of the first goons’ hand with lightening speed. It clattered to the ground a few feet away, but he didn’t even attempt to go after it. He lowered his hand and just stood there, a smile cracked his lips.

It suddenly came to mind that I had not been watching the back staircase at the opposite side of the library. Instinct told me again what to expect as I turned. Once again, I found myself staring guns aiming at my face. Four gangsters had entered. A person pushed by one of them and walked up to me.

Smiling, she said, “Hello Mr. Parker. You’ve been a thorn in my side for far to long. You’ve killed some of my best men, and I’m just glad that I’ll be the one who gets the honor of killing you. Lord knows how many of my mob bosses would pay for this honor.”

Susan Packer turned and coughed before finishing. “Yes, and don’t worry, your little friend will not escape either. What was her name?”

Just as Susan said that last line, a violent but quick barrage of gun shots echoed into the room from the floors below. Then there was silence.

“Oh well, I guess her name’s not important now,” Susan laughed.

I screamed and collapsed to the floor. Everything went black. The goons moved closer to get a better look at my anguish.