Dream of: 05 January 1997 "The Terminator"
A Terminator (a la mode of the movies The Terminator and Terminator 2: Judgment Day) was coming to get me and my family. The Terminator – who I knew looked just like me – hadn't yet arrived, and I was frantically trying to fortify the house where I was, to prepare for the attack. The house was strong (made of concrete and concrete block), but I knew the construction would be no match for the Terminator. I had placed three members of my family in a corner room which had no windows and was probably the strongest room in the house. But I was having doubts about keeping them in that room because I couldn't see outside around that room, and I was afraid the Terminator might just bash right through the walls of the room before I had a chance to do anything.
I was carrying a gun which appeared to be a shotgun. A large group of strong, well-armed men were also with me, preparing for the assault. Like me, many of them were wearing brown leather jackets, and they all seemed to have a military or police bearing about them. I began discussing the coming assault with them, explaining what would be involved. I wanted them to be aware that the Terminator looked like me, so they wouldn't get confused when they saw him and think that he was I. I also didn't want them to become confused and shoot me instead of the Terminator.
I explained to the men that our weapons couldn't kill the Terminator. This Terminator was designed like the T-1000 Cyborg in the movie Terminator 2: Judgment Day. That was to say that if the Terminator were wounded, the wound would look like bright liquid mercury, and would quickly reconstitute itself back to its original form. All we could hope to do with our weapons was temporarily delay the Terminator. I knew that if the Terminator were hit by a shot, he would at least stop for a moment to reconstitute himself. But I had no plan for actually defeating the Terminator; and indeed I didn't know if it were even possible.
Many of the men stretched out away from me on my left in a double line. Suddenly I heard some kind of commotion at the end of the line, and when I looked down the corridor of men, there, standing at the end, in between the two lines, was the Terminator. He was a huge man and looked exactly like the Terminator played by Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator movies. Like me he was wearing a brown leather jacket, and I fancied that we looked alike.
I immediately aimed my shotgun at him and fired. I knew there was danger that I might hit one of the other men, but I couldn't worry about that now. The Terminator was advancing and all possible action must be taken to stop him. I fired again and again, and other men also began firing. Each shot left its mark on the Terminator and made him falter. But each time the Terminator quickly reconstituted himself and continued advancing. I sensed that the situation was hopeless, that all we were doing was delaying the inevitable. Our only hope was that we had misread the intention of the Terminator, and that he hadn't actually come to kill me and my family. I could tell nothing from his completely expressionless face. But at least I had the feeling that there was some possibility that the Terminator wasn't actually there to kill us.
However we all kept firing our weapons, not knowing what else to do. Finally in desperation, someone pulled out a chain saw and began slicing off pieces of the Terminator and throwing them to the side. I found this spectacle interesting to watch, but thought it would be of no avail – the pieces would all just flow back together and reconstitute themselves.
One piece was thrown in my direction, and the person sitting next to me on my right caught it. I was also sitting down now. Looking at the fellow next to me who had caught the piece of the Terminator, I realized he was a relative of mine. He looked as if he were 15-16 years old, and he was very excited about the piece which he had caught. He held it out to show me, and I saw that it looked like a small soft cushion, about 30 centimeters square and three centimeters thick. The boy was saying that when the piece left the movie screen, it lost its mercury-like appearance and just turned into an ordinary cushion.
And looking up in front of me, I understood what he meant. I was sitting in a movie theater! The Terminator and all the armed men were part of a movie! The pieces of the Terminator had somehow been tossed right out of the movie screen to people in the audience. I didn't know how that was possible, and I didn't much care. The main thing I felt was just a sense of relief that I was no longer in danger, and that I could just sit back and enjoy the rest of the movie without worrying about dying.
Copyright 2001 by luciddreamer2k@gmail.com
