(slightly expanded from the Twitter record shortly after waking.)
DREAM: You’re a girl making her way to the frontier to find her fortune.
ME: Premise accepted!
DREAM: You have a feckless brother with you.
ME: He won’t last long.
DREAM: You meet a lovely woman, who vaguely resembles the County Extension officer, who will take you as an apprentice. Soon you will go downstream from the town and make money doing frontier-y things.
ME: With you so far.
DREAM: She is concerned that you bring enough socks.
ME: Seems legit.
DREAM: Axe murder! Everyone in town is now dead except you and the woman and the axe murderer.
ME: These things happen.
DREAM: You hide under anachronistic sheets of injection molded plastic as the axe murderer stalks the town.
ME: Yay injection molded plastic!
DREAM: Also, your brother is lost on the tundra.
ME: See, I knew that’d work out.
DREAM: Sexy Idris Elba shows up.
ME: HELLO SEXY IDRIS ELBA MY WE ARE SHIRTLESS TODAY
DREAM: The woman tells you she is a member of the cult of midwives. She has a necklace with a weird symbol on it. Kinda looks like an anarchy symbol only with labia.
ME: Don’t care, go back to Idris–oh damn, a cult of midwives? That’s pretty good. I should take notes.
DREAM: Sexy Idris Elba leaves.
ME: My bitterness overwhelms me.
DREAM: Axe murderer!
ME: Screw it, I kill that guy. He might hurt Idris.
DREAM: Not where I expected this to go. Give me a minute.
ME: I’ll wait.
DREAM: Your brother returns! Possibly he is also an axe murderer! At the very least, he is lazy and did not actually go on the tundra after all. He has been in the barn.
ME: Can I kill him too?
ME: He cut a hole in the barn because the door was on the other side and he was too lazy to walk! I’m getting the axe!
DREAM: …this would be frowned upon.
ME: Chance I’m willing to take.
DREAM: OH LOOK SHIRTLESS IDRIS ELBA IS BACK
DREAM: He is telling you about his visions.
ME: While not wearing a shirt, right?
DREAM: Lotta visions. Like a frontier blog.
ME: As long as he’s shirtless, it’s all good.
DREAM: The townspeople are all back. Turns out they weren’t murdered after all.
ME: This is dreadful.
DREAM: They have arrested Idris for axe murder!
ME: It seems this situation could be solved with a WHOLE LOT MORE AXE MURDER. Just sayin’
DREAM: …You are out on the tundra. Alone.
ME: But do I have an axe?
DREAM: NO ONE GETS AN AXE. THE AXES ARE GONE. THERE WILL BE NO AXES FOR ANYONE.
ME: Well, this sucks.
DREAM: The clouds are doing something weird and uncanny and have cat and crow heads.
ME: No time, gotta save Idris.
DREAM: It’s really neat, though? Like, they’re all twisty and swirly and stuff?
ME: A SEXY MAN NEEDS ME
REAM: We blew the entire budget on these clouds!
ME: You’re going to execute shirtless Idris Elba. I AM BUSY.
DREAM: This one’s a dragon with like a skeleton in its mouth and that one over there is a herd of buffalo with crow heads.
ME: I ride back to town! I will save Idris!
DREAM: You have to fill out paperwork saying you’re his alibi.
DREAM: You can’t use a fountain pen worth a damn in a dream, either.
ME: You just can’t give me anything here, can you?
DREAM: But wait! If you sign this form, your reputation will be compromised because you, an unmarried young woman, were alone with a man! Unchaperoned!
DREAM: The townsfolk will judge you!
ME: Nathaniel Hawthorne? What are you doing here?
DREAM: Ok, you’ve saved Idris but now you’re a fallen woman.
DREAM: NO AXES
DREAM: Idris decides the honorable thing to do is compromise you further.
ME: I forgive you for everything.
DREAM: Ha ha, sucker! Evil clouds are back!
DREAM: The clouds are emanating from a monstrous device buried in the tundra!
ME: Okay, but how compromised are we talking?
DREAM: Huge machine! Gouts of clouds erupt out! No one is getting compromised!
ME: Then I don’t care if they kill us all now.
DREAM: You must pry open the grate on the machine while cloud monsters attack!
ME: And sexy grateful Idris?
DREAM: Went to get a shirt.
DREAM: There’s a piece of meat stuck in the grate. Looks like bologna or something.
DREAM: That was the problem.
DREAM: Evil piece of possessed meat drove the machine mad. It happens.
DREAM: HEY LOOK IT’S IDRIS AGAIN
DREAM: He’s brought you a quagga hide. He’s very grateful.
ME: Oh yeah oh baby–wait, quagga hide? Where’d he get a quagga?
ME: This is important! Does he know where there are quaggas?
DREAM: HE HAS NO PANTS
ME: Then put on some damn pants and find me a quagga!
DREAM: You know what? I’m outta here. I can’t work under these conditions.
ME: *wakes up*
ME: …well, crap.
There is probably a moral here, but I think this just speaks to my priorities as a human being.