I actually had two dreams last night, or at least two parts to the same dream.
The first part of it I was teaching some class on philosophy/comparitive religion.
Basically Joseph Campbell material, and then after my class, there was this young teenager who wanted to follow me on some big adventure he thought I had planned,
and I was telling him I had no such journey in mind, but he told me that I did, I just didn’t know it yet.
I had dismissed him as being a flake, and went on my way, I then saw on my way home, a series of strange occurences, a lot of signs were pointing out all of the things I had talked about in my class about Mythology, and prophecies, etc…
It was at this point I had woken up, and scratched a few notes down in my notebook, and I laid back down. In the second part of my dream, I was the same person, a few years older, and the same kid came up to me, asking if I was ready to go, I said I was, and he came with, but with all the dangers we were going to face, I thought it best if he stayed behind and taught my class. The whole dream had a familiar ring to it, not a film I had seen, or am planning to make, but something else. I can’t say for sure that I was myself in the dream, I looked like myself, but a version of myself that was not me.
At any rate, it was I think the most detailed dream I have had in a while, that I can recall so much of, with or without notes.