Purple Ogres
I had this dream the first night that I was trying to quit smoking. I was wearing a nicotine patch that night. The package said that the patch may disrupt sleeping. I assumed that it would make me restless, not give me strange dreams.
I was a fighter pilot. I don’t know what plane, what military force, or how I got the training. I just knew that I was a fighter pilot. I was in the house of the man that financed the building the plane that I flew, and his son was deathly ill. We had to get the boy from his bedroom and onto the roof of the building where a helicopter was waiting for us. However, we couldn’t take the boy from his bed, or he would die. This meant maneuvering his large four-poster bed from his room, through some hallways, up some stairs and to the roof. I knew that once we got the boy (and his bed) into the helicopter, I would be required to fly him to safety. Yes, I know, fighter pilots probably don’t know how to fly helicopters, but in my dream I was able to do both.
The problem wasn’t getting the large bed through the normal-sized doors. We were able to handle that with a little delicate maneuvering. The main problem was that purple ogres were breaking into the house to stop us. For some reason, they wanted the boy dead. I don’t know why, but all I knew was that it was my job to put a stop to their nefarious plans.
Between bouts of dealing with the bed, I would stop and battle the next wave of purple ogres that would attack us in the house. I had a small knife with me, but it was razor sharp. With a single swipe of this small blade, I would cut an ogre in half. As he died, he vanished into thick black smoke. Before the smoke even had a chance to dissapate, another ogre would be stepping up to me. I fought like a man posessed. The battle was hard, and I received a few harsh lumps from the ogres. Regardless of my injuries, I kep the boy safe.
We finally go the bed (and the boy within) to the roof and loaded into the helicopter. Another wave of purple ogres burst onto the roof, but they were too far away to threaten us. As I flew away to safety, I slowly came to…
My wife told me that I had been kicking and thrashing all night. I told her about my dream that morning, and I’m sure that she doubts my sanity.
