Apr. 24th, 2017

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 So, last night I had this whole dream that I barely remember any of.  I was out somewhere in the country, and I was working on this thing where I had these 3 drones (the copter kind) and a harness, and some wire, and I was making a thing where I could fly by rigging it all together.  There was a lot more to it, but I woke up and lost the details.

When I fell back asleep, the real weird stuff started.  It was, I guess, the same dream, only further along.  I had my flying drone harness perfected, and it also drew power either from the sun, or in some ambient way, from like... everything.  But however it worked, it would fill up and over charge, so I had to discharge some of the power every so often.  I did this by shooting out an explosive green laser thing.  So, of course, the only logical decision was to fight crime.  

As fate would have it, as I flew over a town, looking down at cars on a freeway, I got a notice that The Jesus Robots were attacking again.  The Jesus Robots were these 3 giant robot things, that were styled up in religious sort of ways.  They were like big crudely people shaped robots, one looked kind of like he was supposed to resemble the Pope, one looked like a random priest, and one, of course, looked like Jesus.  They were attacking some random part of town, so I flew there.

Some other 'hero' (or maybe more) was already there, fighting them, and we divided the robots out, because they were easier to fight alone.  I ended up with the priest one.  Instead of make a big brawl of it, like usual, and get shot with a laser, like usual, he decided to hid behind a corner with some hostages.  This had never happened before, so I had to play it safe.  For a guy who only had flight and laser blasts, it wasn't the best match.  After a while the police showed up.  And tons of onlookers.  And people I knew.  They were all expecting me to solve it.  I had no idea what to do.  After an ongoing, intense stand off, I rooted around and found some junk, and a small dog.  I draped a cloth over the dog's back, and made him a little hat.  I spent a lot of time sculpting a figure of an angel out of an old candle.  I stuck that onto the dog as well, and then sent the dog out towards where the robot was hiding.

He saw the dog, and thought it was a person he recognized from the church, and came out of hiding, where the police and I immediately apprehended him.

I woke up before that got any further.

Surprisingly enough, the entire weekend went without any serious issues.  I can't really even remember the last time that was a thing.  I saw a couple of them brewing beneath the surface (when you know someone well enough, you really can see it a mile away), but rather than fuel them into a catastrophe, she did... something else.  I don't know what.  I would like to say that she reasoned her way out of it, and dealt with it in a healthy way....  But the fearful part of me, which puts more stock in past experiences, rather than hopes and dreams, fears that this is the "ignore it, but it doesn't really go away, it festers" pressure cooker, leading up to a massive meltdown (the storm after the calm) that we've seen (repeatedly) before.

Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.  I guess there's not much else I can do.

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