Dream: Alchemist (Romeo & Juliet?)

11/18/21 Dream… I had a dream last night. Or rather, I had multiple dreams because I kept waking up to my alarms but went back to sleep because I was so tired. I remember my dreams in reverse order because I remember the most recent events first and the most distant events last. I may not even remember the most distant parts of my dreams. Also, dreams always tend to rewind over and over again. So things occur again and again in the mind but even though you remember it happening before, it doesn’t seem odd.

Strangely, I haven’t had any dreams in such a long time. Yet, last night I had a dream. One of the last videos I watched before going to bed last night was a video called Real Sleep by Local 58 TV.

Most of this dream is embarrassing, so I’ll only share the last part of the dream as copy and pasted from my dream journal.

I remember dreaming that I was in a Sci-fi setting in a metropolis. Aliens, clones, robots, cyborgs, metal cybersuits, giant mechas, spaceships, and laser weapons. Why were so many people carrying weapons? Didn’t matter, I was off to the academy. I had been asked to meet up with the professor of arcane alchemy. The professor took me to a greenhouse in which there were rare jungle plants. Looking out of the glass walls, I saw a red dragon-like creature. And the professor explained that with practice I would eventually be able to detect the great homunculi that offer their powers to master alchemists. He said he saw promise in me. I asked him about the red dragon-like creature. He was surprised that I could see it. I explained that I smelled it long before I could see it. I first noticed it because of its overpowering pungent odor that smells like onions.

He explained that the red wingless-dragon I saw outside the glass wall of the greenhouse was an incredibly rare and powerful homunculus called an Albatross. He said he couldn’t quite believe that I would really detect such a creature since that would mean that I had alchemical talent that has never been seen before. How could I be such a prodigy to have the ability to detect creatures only barely visible to the highest of masters, even the professor couldn’t see the creature, only smell it.

Then I heard a crash behind me. A young woman, probably a few years older than me, broke in through the greenhouse door. A robber from the Catalyst faction, surely she is here to steal the Albatross homunculus. The professor gives me a pair of keys and tells me to lock up the whole world. Which probably just means to lock all of the doors. I run through another door to the courtyard where the Albatross is in a large room, and lock the doors to the courtyard. I go into a tunnel-like room next to the courtyard and lock the doors there. There is a strange curtain covering a doorway. Uh oh, that’s not a door. I can’t lock that. The professor fails to stop the robber and the young woman runs in with superspeed through the curtained doorway. I can’t block her attacks as she pummels me. There is a desk in this room with quite a few vials of elixirs. I don’t take the time to consider my actions as I grab two glass bottles full of purple and blue colored liquids and smash them together in front of me, coating the young woman in the potions. Her superspeed fails as she is reduced to normal speed. But she continues to slow until she isn’t even moving anymore. I have an innate knowledge that she isn’t slowing so much as she is experiencing time differently. I’m not sure whether time is moving faster for her or slower for her, but it’s moving in a way that makes her slow to the point of motionlessness. Her superspeed had likely been from a similar time dilation since she managed to attune to the Albatross homunculus, causing it to disappear and become a part of her person. I needed to bring her to the authorities to break the bond.

So I carried her on my shoulders like a sack of potatoes. But she was really heavy and still slowly squirming, but so slowly that I barely noticed. I had to walk up and down a lot of stairs because this Sci-fi metropolis loves elevation change. When I finally reached the part of the city with the authorities, my family, or rather, my fellow h faction members, surrounded to see who I was carrying. They were shocked to see a Catalyst. Our faction was a long word that started with an M, but I don’t remember what it was. It’s something related to magic, alchemy, or plants, I think. Perhaps Mixologist. Or it might have just been straight up Montague because this was definitely a Capulet and Montague scenario.

Unfortunately, the time-warping effect wore off and the young woman regained her super speed. She wrenched herself from my grip and zipped away. I visited the authorities in defeat to see my professor being tended to by medical personnel. He was glad that I was safe and admitted that there was nothing I could have done to stop her from stealing the Albatross. I expressed frustration that I had been so close to stopping her but still failed. He was surprised to hear that I had any sort of success. When I described how I had slammed two potions together, causing them to shatter and spill their contents over the young woman, the professor expressed awe. He told me how those potions had already both individually been formed of two separate potions mixed together and left to distill. He said that it was difficult to produce any effect when mixing potions, and that combining more than two potions rendered the effect of the potion null. So for me to mix a potion in with an already combined mixture should have transformed the potion into a non-magical liquid. But I did something even more impossible, I haphazardly slammed two mixtures together that were already consisting of two different potions for the effect of combining 4 different potions into one instantaneously and without any sort of careful procedure.

He admitted that I had more talent than he thought was possible. I asked what it was called to combine potions as I had done. I asked if it was spell twisting. He said it was actually called scouring. That I had scoured the potions together. I returned to my faction base, and the faction leaders recognized that I had been able to have some degree of success in preventing the escape of the Catalyst, so I was the perfect person for the mission. The mission was to retrieve a foolish man from our faction that had fallen in love with the Catalyst that captured the Albatross and followed her to the Catalyst home base. I needed to go to their dungeon, break him out, and return him home as soon as possible. They urged me to not speak with the Catalysts, and if my presence was made known, I would be captured as well. So I was ordered to do it without asking the Catalysts for permission, otherwise they would have captured me as well.

So I hurried to the Catalyst home base, a medieval castle. With worn bricks grown over by vines. Strangely, their fortress was incredibly empty of people. There were no guards, no servants, and when I got to the prison ward, there were no prisoners. Had he already escaped? I left the fortress, and this time I paid attention to the loud sounds and flashing lights that erupted from the hillside by the fortress. I had avoided it before because I didn’t want to be seen, but if there was fighting, that is sure to be where our man was. And it was, but he wasn’t fighting the catalysts, he and the Catalysts were shooting at spaceships that were high in the sky. When I say high in the sky, I mean they were so far away that they looked like ants, but they were the size of houses when up close. So they were really far away. The red, blue, purple, and green laser fire blasted from a large assortment of weapons. One particularly bulky Catalyst held what appeared to be a rocket salvo that fires green lasers. A woman wearing a silver bracelet points her flat open hand, on her outstretched arm towards the spaceships, firing blue lasers from her hand. The man from our faction was shooting through a sniper rifle. And many other people were firing lasers. There were around ten spaceships in the air, that all looked something like the Millenium Falcon. They were all swarming around each other, trying to dodge attacks from the Catalysts. I also noticed that the spaceships were getting closer to the ground. They were headed towards us. Were we under attack?

The dream fast forwarded to a spaceship crashing against the ground and the Catalyst faction leader claiming victory, saying he landed the ship before the others shot it down, but everyone claiming that it doesn’t count because the ship didn’t survive the landing. This was apparently just a game they were playing. Though it seemed incredibly expensive to waste spaceships like this. Then the dream rewinded back to where I was still watching them shoot the ships. Some of the ships exploded in the sky as they were impacted by lasers. However, one final ship made it close to the ground, where it was hit by many lasers. But it didn’t explode, instead, it lost its motors and crashed to the ground… then it exploded. Then that scene where the faction leader claims victory and everyone else complains played again. The crashing ship scene played again and again. This appears to be the latest scene in the dream that just kept replaying until I woke up to my third and final alarm.