I rarely remember my dreams, and when I do, they’re usually pretty fucked up. So, this morning, I remembered a dream I had.
I was in some underground cavern, which was shaped like a valley, and was filled with a jungle, and rivers, and lakes, and at the far end was an atypical Chinese temple, but built with extreme dimensions.
I had a sword, and I was fighting Mongol warriors in metal armor, and there were many of them, and I managed to kill or sneak past most of them to get to the temple. In the temple were clerics performing a ritual in front of something that looked like an Egyptian sarcophagus, but painted bright red with gold highlights. Infront of it was an ornately designed katana, with a gold and black scabbard on a stand.
The warriors assembled outside of the temple, and the clerics finished their ritual, and the sarcophagus started glowing, and the lid faded away. An armored warrior sat up, and stood, and stepped out of the sarcophagus, and went into the courtyard, and the warriors cheered and chanted a single word, “Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!”
Then, the Emperor and I started fighting, and I eventually killed him, and he turned into a blackened and charred skeleton, and him and his armor fell over. His warrriors started charging the temple, and I took his sword and swung it at the warriors, and all the warriors were killed instantly, also turning into blackened and charred skeletons, and falling over.
And then these two American women show up and thank me for saving them, and then these British soldiers that look like they came from the 1940s show up and secure the place, even though I’ve pretty much killed everyone.
So, yeah, that made like no sense. I have weird dreams. And whats really weirder is I turn on Sci-Fi this afternoon, and they were airing The Shadow, featuring Genghis Khan and his Mongol warrior cronies in the 1940s.