Below is a transcription, with minor edits*, of a nine-tweet recounting of a dream that I experienced while napping on the afternoon of Saturday, January 21st.
Dream: some sort of cataclysm- collision or invasion?- above the low-clouded bay, muffled explosions, flashing lights through the clouds.
The sun breaks over the city, beneath the clouds, illuminating a single piece of wreckage as it careens towards the water, smoke billowing.
Almost before it lands, another, larger, chunk of wreckage punches a hole in the clouds, very close to the east shore, and plunges into the water.
The whole scene is rendered with a sublime incomprehensibility: the water begins to recede from the shore, which makes me think tsunami,
… but it turns out the wreckage from what I’m thinking now is some sort of alien ship has punched a deep hole in the floor of the bay
… which is now draining at a sickening speed.
Before I know it I’m Kurt Russell, and the ventriloquist-doll aliens are forcing me to play a vintage video-game of my memories to save the world.
The dream is shot like a movie that defies chronology: things with narrative significance happen out of order, only I’m the main character,
So I fully feel the realizations as they happen to myself, that events of the previous scene sometimes haven’t happened yet, and vice versa.