Dream 4/3/5

If anyone understands this, please contact Parker Murdock

I've had this dream a couple times now, but this morning is the first time I've slept in long enough to mull it out and keep it in my head. Wether this is my world, or my subconious trying to tell me something, I don't know. The only thing from my world I've been musing on lately is DL and Alex, and while both of them are dark, neither claims any knowledge of anything like this. Remind me to introduce DL later.


It’s a prison planet, or some kind of hell dimension…. Something dark with some important purpose that I cannot quite see. It involves more than just our world, or, that is, the part of our world that we can see. There are humans there, I’m fairly certain, but for the most part when you look briefly sweeping through the whole of it, you see the creatures.

From the outside, the building is huge. So big that you have to wonder if it’s a ‘building’ at all; it looks man made as opposed to organic but the sheer size of it implies that it was thrust out of the ground itself. Millions of stories tall. The higher up it goes, the building slopes inward… never quite reaching a point.

Inside the building is some gigantic wheel that cannot be seen. It’s purpose is unknown. All you can see are the creatures guiding it, keeping it moving. Things with horns, different colors, but what stood out to me were the large, elephant type creatures. Were they sentient beings, or work animals? The elephants I mean? I don’t know. I know for sure the bulk of those running the wheel were sentient. I don’t know if there were any work animals there, at all.

Somewhere in all this, I’m talking to a man. I can’t remember what about. I don’tknow who he was. Easily he could look like Browder, be Parker… or someone else entirely. All I remember was staring at his arms while he talked. Solid muscle, very strong. From turning the wheel, perhaps. I also got the impression that he was in charge of all this, directed it somehow.

At the end, we were outside again. Thousands of creatures… beings… roaming about on the ground outside the Building. Some in the air. I heard the sound of the Stargate music, clear as anything, playing, and looked up into the sky.

There was a dragon there, clutching in his claws a chain of thorny rope. Not rope, some kind of vine, with thorns on it everywhere. And another man, in the sky… who I could not see at all. The dragon came along and dropped the vine with the thorns, draping it on the man’s shoulders.

And I woke up. Why can’t my dreams ever make sense?