Apparently, the movie infected my dreaming with its scene/motif this morning. I had another dream I can remember again, but it was terribly short, and given it's content, disappointingly so. If I were a Freudian, I'd suspect that my subconscious libido was putting the smack on my tyrannous super-ego with a club of sensations and imagery. It seems to be a running pattern/theme in my dreaming. It was lucid, which are the kind I remember most often. I know when I am in one of those because I am pulling sensory information on all five channels. Other dreams, which I seldom remember on waking, are usually just auditory and visual and usually less coherent.
She Blinded Me With Science FictionI am riding in something which looks like a land speeder from Tatooine. A friend/ally of mine is driving, although he is a 'friend stock-character' and not someone I know outside of the dream. The setting is a desert-like, Middle Eastern-feeling town, like Mos Eisley, on Tatooine from the move, and we are dressed in a fashion similar to that locale. It is there that similarity to the movie ends though. There are no storm troopers, blasters, lightsabers, droids, or "Jedi mind tricks" in evidence.
We pull up to a five story building, whose facade is stucco or sandstone, get out of the vehicle and go inside. The building is like some kind of combination warehouse and library. There are lots of tables and chairs, sparsely populated by humans and aliens, most seemingly engrossed in study, or quiet conversation in groups of two or three. Surrounding this "reading area" are what appear to be some sort of library stacks, although the ten-foot high shelves do not contain books, but rather oddly-shaped polyhedron-like objects which I know to contain various data. This gives the library the look of an auto-parts warehouse. The light coming through the few windows is dim, but not dark, and the artificial lighting is also very low, for a library.
My friend and I are here to discuss the recovery of an object from my house. We must be stealthy, as our antagonists would attempt to stop us if they were aware of our plan, and we are certain "they" are watching my house. We sit down at a table to plot, and I pull an icosahedron, similar to a 20-sided die but a bit bigger than my fist, out of a pouch on my belt. It is similar to the data-polyhedrons on the shelves, and it glows with a dim, warm, yellow light. I'm not sure of its significance, or why I am carrying it, but perhaps it has useful information inside.
At this time, I look up, and I notice that a woman, whom I do recognize from the waking world, is looking at us. When I catch her gaze, she turns away nonchalantly and proceeds to one of the shelves and climbs up a ladder into the shadows among the upper reaches of the stacks. Nobody is supposed to know we are here. I sense trouble, but I am curious. I tell my friend to wait here at the table, and to leave if trouble starts, and I get up and walk over to the opposite side of the shelf row from the woman and climb a ladder on my side, the polyhedron still in my hand. We stand on opposite sides of the "bookcase" looking across the top of the shelves at one another. There are no data-polyhedrons on the top here. She leans in toward me and begins to whisper, very quietly, and I lean in toward her until I feel her breath on my face. I smell faint perfume, and dust. "You're not half so clever as you think you're being," she says.
"What are you doing here, and what do you know?" I counter. She leans in and kisses me. Holy Shazam, that's nice! Her lips are deliciously warm and soft and there is a sweet taste to them. It is at this point that one usually wakes up to find a pet licking one's face -- fortunately, I don't have one. I suspect that her intention is to make it quick, because I feel her pulling away. I quickly drop the polyhedron on the shelf and reach behind her head to keep her from pulling away, and kiss her back. Whee! I'm getting a head-rush -- yes, er, both of them. I'd forgotten how nice that feels, but part of me still remembers.
When the lip-lock finally breaks, she smiles at me, mischievously. "You know," she whispers, and snatches up the polyhedron and jumps to the ground.