DLB: A Very Bond Evening

I don't know what is with my subconscious but these past three nights I've been imagining all these parties.

Bangkok

Carlton, Oregon

Vang Vieng

It's the start of my day and I have a pretty complete recollection of the strange dream I had so lets begin.

The setting is a strange blend of the hedonistic jungle town of Vang Vieng, the lively and touristic Thai capital city of Bangkok, and a bit of my hometown of Carlton. What is even more surprisingly is that it's a version of Carlton from a previous dream I've had, in which it's more developed with nightlife but still a small town.

This is how I imagine people on Segways.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dream begins when I arrive at the town of Carlton's airport and decide to rent a Segway on my way out of the terminal.  Pretty soon I've lost where I'm going while touring around the town and some how end up back at the airport. However, when I double back, I end up at a secured part of the airport tarmac apparently reserved for military purposes. I just happen to arrive when a large US government passenger jet is offloading passengers. I notice from the line of people leaving the aircraft that one of the passengers is Condalisa Rice. Somehow I'm able to make my way through a check point and onto the tarmac where I confront her. No alarm is given as apparently I was deft in my approach and just as cautious in making contact. Surprisingly she is open to communicate something important as to the current reason for this military and government presence but specifics are lost to my memory.

Typical Vang Vieng

The dream progresses on and I find myself at hotel where I was supposed to check in. Friends are there waiting for me. Whether these are people I've met in real life or not, or a mix of fantasy, I can't determine. Once checked in we head out to the town and find a party pub where things have already kicked off. The party is going pretty well and a girl and I start hitting it off. Pretty quickly it turns to evening and we all decide to head to the river. This is when the dream morphs to become a lot like Vang Vieng. Beautiful mountain ranges and large river separating the town from the massive span of rice fields. We made our way down to an expansive beach that has a great view of it all. As the moon rises celebration seems to take the surroundings by storm. Soon the sky is magically ablaze with color and beauty. However, things start to feel very late and the mood swings us to decide to return to the hotel. Instead of following the group I decide to head back up to the town. Apparently there were some friends missing from the party I wanted to track down.

After ascending a dirt road through the Vang Vieng setting into the town, once my feet meet pavement the buildings and environment are transformed back into a more familiar Carlton, Oregon. For whatever reason one of the nearby buildings is a familiar strip club from a previous dream. I use it to take short cut and I'm neither bothered by the patrons or the staff and simply make my way to the other side. Once on the outside on another street I take an immediate right around the building facade to a gated off backside area of the strip club. The gate is locked and instead of finding a way to open it I just pull some parkour moves and bound over the fence off the wall. Proceed forward I find the outside stairwell which brings clients to the VIP of the club. Once upstairs and back inside, the place is almost devoid of any clients. Strippers were mostly just lounging about but immediately took attention to me. I didn't give them much attention and asked where my friends were but they weren't to be found. So, without spending much time I left and moved on to another dive directly across the street. Yet another place from a previous dream, a lesbian bar.

Not butchy enough for the patrons.

If wisdom substituted for experience I would propose that this was not your typical lesbian bar. Mostly for the fact that there were actually hot waitresses and a hot bar tenderdress who ran the place. The only thing typical was probably the butch female patrons who were surprisingly friendly. I had the impression that not everyone working there was actually a lesbian from their flirtatiousness. However, my friends could not be found here and I really don't know why I'd expect to find them in such a place.

After this odd search I decided to give up and break for lunch at a nearby diner. I just happen to find one of these friends of mine there who turned out to be lost and was glad to be found. When we finished our meals and it was time to pay they had to leave the table to go use the toilet. After they left and I finished paying I noticed someone outside the window who appeared to be watching the transaction. The man quickly made his inside after being noticed. He had long blonde/white hair and was about in his late forties to fifties but looked relatively healthy. His face was distressed though, and when I looked him over I assumed that he wanted some money, just a stranger who wanted cash. I noticed a paper in his hand and I noticed he was reading my name from the card I used to pay for the meal.

I began to berating him and telling him to leave before he could get out more than a few words which already sounded like he was asking for something, or so I perceived. The diner had a pianist who was positioned behind our table. He apparently had some connection with the other man and convinced me to calm down and listen to what he had to say. Unfortunately the conversation is lost to memory, however the note he carried seemed to have information which was significant to my situation. The note carried a powerful secret that he had been attempting to track me down in order to deliver this information. It was somehow in connection to what I had learned from Condilisa. Whatever the information was it was dangerous to posses knowledge of.

 
The dream progresses and I find myself back at my hotel and run into an old former friend of mine in the lobby, Frankie. Frankie is a New York Italian, born and raised in the true Bronx of its time. He's probably about in his late sixties or early seventies, about 5'9 with long white hair and olive skin. He happened to be vacationing there I assumed because, in real life, he currently lived in the Philipines. It was a happy reunion despite having ended the friendship a year or so back. Understandable to put old grudges aside when seeing each other on the other side of the world just by chance, if it was chance... After a short period of catching up he told me about his new home and insisted I come visit. I agreed neglecting to ask why he happened to be in the lobby of my hotel but I went on to my room.

Ya something like that.

Back to the hotel room and there was a party going on. The girl I met earlier and joined us at the river was there but I was distracted by the events going on outside my window. The locals were releasing giant floating lanterns, hot-air balloon sized floating lanterns and en-mass with a variety of different colors and writings on them. I shouted to everyone at the party that we should go and get a closer view but they were too distracted and content and didn't seem to hear. So I watched from my window these massive lanterns being launched from the beach.
 

After a while I became fed up with the party and left my room and the hotel. Instead of heading to the beach the dream brings me to Frankie's place or palace I should say. Everything seems great. He greets me outside his massive new lavish home and catch up with one another and sharing stories as he shows me around his luxurious home. I'm gripped by suspicion the entire time. Frankie wasn't a rich man, even living in SE Asia you couldn't have a place like this unless you were landed or had some real weight in money to toss around. It was obvious there was something he wasn't telling me. It was a great and wondrous place though and he insisted I spend the night in one of its many bedrooms. It was already evening and I couldn't, I wouldn't fall asleep in this place. I was curious and being that my room was on the 1st floor and his on the 2nd I felt secure in exploring the various rooms. The first room I search I'm greeted by, from out of nowhere, the older man from the diner. Seems he came through a window, quite spry for his age. For whatever reason I'm not surprised, it's as if I was expecting him. After a short professional greeting like two thieves who already pre-planned their scheme he immediately reveals a hidden room with a statue level positioned next to a bookcase. A hidden door in the wall slides open. Once we walk inside we're greeted with contraptions, technologies, and devices beyond wonder that I can't possibly describe. There was something particular in the room that was the target of our interest though. Whatever it was I it tied Frankie in with some sort of grand conspiracy of a vague evil secret society.

...But more ominous and red.

 

Frankie it turned out was a recruited handler, an agent who had been monitoring me even before we met in real life all those years ago. His mission was to lure me into a trap where I could be dealt with as apparently I had become to much of a risk for his society or order. Our moonlight activities had not gone unnoticed. And Frankie appeared in the doorway behind us pointing a strange weapon at me and the old man. He lead us out and brought us back downstairs to a large living Victorian style livingroom, in fact much of his home was a blend of Victorian and SE Asian decor. Once he sat us down he began to explain the what, when and wherefore's of a diabolical plan, like a typical Bond villain explaining the genius of it all to their soon to be doomed captor. The older man who helped me break into the room was sitting on a sofa to the right of me. He tried to play coy and when Frankie appeared to let his guard down he made a move. Unfortunately he dove right into the path of Frankie's strange weapon and was injected with something that caused him to stumble back and collapse back onto the sofa.

Close enough. Thanks steam punks.

Frankie's weapon appeared to be some sort of over-complicated oversized metalic syringe. It shone the colors of the rainbow like oil shimmering in light but had a base of silver. There was ammunition in the form of small capsule balls that when ejected or injected may have dissolved on contact with the human skin.

 
He went on with his grandiose speech after mocking the death of my late partner and again, when I thought his guard was down I made my turn to rush him. I had more success and managed to grapple him but couldn't work the weapon away and he jab me with it. There wasn't any pain but I was losing my balance and seemingly my consciousness. We both realized who had won.

With the last of my strength I managed to sit back down upon a sofa. The world became twisted and vibrating as I was slipping into death.

"Will it be painful?" I asked. His response was lost but noticing as my progress to death was slow he hit me again with the syringe pistol injecting or ejecting a ball into my leg. Then the dream completely turned into some nonsense. Some odd team-melee-deathmatch-basketball-players-in-a-strange-house-kittens-monsters kind of game, nonsense.