When I was younger, much younger, I used to love to sleep because I had serial dreams. It's a rarish phenomenon when your dreams all string together into a coherent narrative. This is very cool when you're 13 and the dreams are an ongoing adventure saga in which you're the hero. As I got older the serial dreams became more infrequent, or perhaps I remembered my dreams less well so I didn't notice them happening. Or perhaps they got darker and I suppressed them - I remember one series about a world occupied by stitched-up living corpses and psychic fetuses which I'd rather not.
Well, now they're back and I'm remembering them. You tend to remember dreams in which you play the central role in an ongoing saga where you're the Antichrist. Until now most of my serial dreams had been pleasant experiences. Now I'm learning what it's like to have serial nightmares. Not the super scary kind of nightmares where you're physically threatened, but the creepy unnatural and unpleasantly prophetic kind. They don't exactly scare me, they just make me really nervous and glad they're only dreams.
Like any dreams, it's hard to remember all of the details when I wake up. I just know that there was an author of popular apocalyptic novels - played by the late Marlon Brando in the dream - who in his final book revealing the identity of the Antichrist, describes the character in such a way that the only person the description could possibly apply to is me. Did I mention the cinematic quality of my dreams? Popular actors regularly appear in major roles.
Key to this new series of dreams are the events of a previous dream in which I travel from the top of a tall office building into a mysterious world which I later learn is part of heaven. There I engage in what can only be described as 'wrassling angels' and I fight and kill what I find out much later is an angel. From my perspective, the angels I encounter there are monstrous, inhuman creatures of no fixed form, which change from stags to pigs to something vaguely human, constantly shifting their shape. They are incommunicative, hostile and seemingly aggressive towards me. The one I kill has attacked me, or so I believe, and I kill it in self defense, but that is apparently what marks me as the Antichrist.