42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

My dreams are a jumble, but so very weird that I thought I’d try to catch them before they vanish into the fog where all dreams go. It’s sad to lose an interesting dream.
I’ve been having interesting dreams lately, but they always escape my recall, often out of procrastination. I talk on the phone instead, or read other blogs, and by the time I get to write, it’s gone.

The theme today seems to be escape, as I struggle to remember.

I’m with an older man, a partner in crime, it seems. I was watching Are You Being Served? last night, so he probably looks a little like Captain Peacock (distinguished graying hair, mustache.) He’s asked me to help him with smuggling some money out.
He’s got a huge pile of money, banded together, that he wants me to help get out of a big building. It feels like a huge bank, but it’s not. More like maybe a governmental building, like he’s not supposed to have this money, but it isn’t stolen. Maybe he’s done something to tick off the government, and isn’t allowed to have the money.
So while we both stand in a long line of people, in a checkpoint, far apart from each other, I hide what must be thousands of dollars under my clothes. He holds nothing, because he will be checked. But since I’m not on the government’s radar, it’s unlikely they’ll do more than check my driver’s license before letting me through.
A woman looks at my license carefully, squints at me, and begins to check a paper list. I start getting worried. The longer I stand here, the better chance someone has of noticing that I’ve got something hidden under my clothes, or that someone figures out I’ve been seen with this guy.
I get impatient, and just as this woman starts to take a second look at my face, a ruckus erupts down the line. I snatch my license back and thank her, and leave abruptly. She shouts at me to come back, but I don’t listen. I hope she will be suitably distracted by the problem down the line to send people after me.
But as soon as I’m out of sight, I begin to run. Eventually, the older man finds me, and I hand over the money, but wish that I had some of my own.

In another part of the dream, I am communicating with an artificial intelligence who is helping me escape from something else. This is really the cool part of the dream, but I’m having a hard time remembering it now.
I’m escaping from a crowd of people, but they’re probably really after the AI, which talks to me inside my head. Awake, the mechanism reminds me of Jane communicating in Orson Scott Card’s Speaker for the Dead, through an earring.
I flee down flights of stairs. They’re not that close on my tail, but I know I must hustle. The AI keeps me informed of their progress. She is in contact with other people as well, but I’m am the only one that is being chased.
If I can just get out of the building, I will be safe. Now I’m in a cheesy futuristic elevator, with glass walls and neon, the final sprint.
She’s got a plan, tells me which way to go, and I’m outside. Now the AI wants to cut off communication for a while. They won’t be able to find her now if she doesn’t talk to me.
I see in my head a list of communications, like e-mails, with the author names being erased, but leaving the time stamps. If I am questioned, the authorities won’t get much more than the time I communicated with the AI, but not the link to find her.
I go into hiding anyway, in a small house that might’ve been my dad’s house.
I’m folding laundry, and looking around the basement, which isn’t finished as much as my dad’s in real life. It’s musty, and the floors are grimy. But I’m hiding down here, will be safe for a while.

Then I get a summons to meet with the rest of the group that has contact with the AI. We are all out in the open, in a large field, enjoying the sunshine for once, since many of us have been stuck in cold basements for a while.
I’m lying on my stomach in the warm grass, listening to instructions from a leader, who is explaining modifications we’re about to undergo.
Each of us is going to have some insect qualities modified into our makeups, at least for a while. This will make us harder to track as humans, and at the same time, will give us additional abilities.
But we must also carry an insect with us, to occasionally recharge our abilities.
I’m given a large dragonfly, which I put in my back pocket. Whatever I do has something to do with saliva, so I must lick it every once in a while. GROSS! But in the dream, it doesn’t seem like such a big deal, other than the insects will probably decompose, and we’ll have to find new ones. That’s also pretty gross; you’d think my dream would let me have a live insect instead of a dead one.
Our leader then lays down in the grass for a while, in the shade near me. He looks like Viggo Mortensen’s Aragorn. Now, I don’t have have a thing for him or anything, but I do remember in my dream being a little awestruck.
But I also know that he is attached to a nearby woman.
I’m making conversation with him, telling him he needs to come into the sunshine, to be closer to his woman, and he says he needs to stay where he is. Part of it is because of whatever his modifications are, it would be bad for him to sit out and soak in the sun. Maybe he’d even start to decompose a little himself.

Then I remember us all getting up and ready to head out, into whatever battle we were about to face.