It was late at night. An unknown figure came to the door and entered up the stairway. It was a strange woman dressed in white. We were both standing in an upstairs hallway talking. She asked to see Johnny Depp. Acting protectively, I explained that he was in his room sleeping across from mine, and that we are both similar in that we value our rest and do not like to be disturbed. However, despite her odd mystique, she had a certain positive quality about her - something akin to the Good Witch of the East of the Hound of the Baskervilles, and apparently she knew both Johnny Depp and others that lived at this residence. In fact, she if I was familiar with a certain woman, one whose name I do not recall now. She wore all black (leather perhaps) and by all measures had an exotic, sexual appear to her. I said she seemed cool, not actually knowing her. Instead, she informed me that the woman was bad news. I asked her if the matter was urgent and she confirmed that it was, so I agreed to go wake his prominence Mr. Depp.
The next thing I knew all of us were seated in lawn chairs in the grass, near a pool perhaps. Suddenly I spotted a helicopter coming toward us from off in the distance. When it eventually arrived it made a low pass. the thunderous noise was loud and annoying. I noticed that the pilot of the helicopter was an actor. He was not a well known star, but rather a journeyman, or "lower level", B-grade actor. The helicopter turned around to make another pass, this time flying even lower, in a mad dive bombing-style fashion. As it came incredibly close, I moved out of the way and exclaimed how had " had a bad feeling/intuition about this person".
Now, the scene had changed entirely. Envision, if you will, a multi-level swamp retreat of some kind, perhaps an alternate reality version of Joe's Crab Shack meets Indiana Jones and the Temple of Cajun Frog Legs. There were wooden walkways, some that swung as they criss-crossed blue ocean water, and rickety rails made of dead wood. The water itself was at a swell, maybe from a storm or rain. Walking along the planks of one of these paths I noticed a six foot alligator sitting perfectly still. I did not panic, but when it began to inquisitively come toward me, I knew it was not a good sign. My instincts kicked in and I immediately jumped up to a wooden rail above to climb higher. Sure enough, the gator was at my heels ready to attack! I climbed along the rail further to get away, holding on despite the flimsy piece of construction. Now there were two alligators. When I worked myself further away, the other one came toward me from a higher level. I was able to dodge its attacks and stay elusive in my holding place. Somehow, though, it managed to wield a steel weapon which it used to throw at me in a lame and desperate attempt. I was able to catch it in my right hand and then use it to turn back on the overly aggressive, attacking alligators. Now I had felt at least able to defend myself. However, now there were even MORE alligators, all of which seemed very angry and intent on destroying me. But just as that had happened, I spotted - almost magically - a very old "machete" style weapon laying right there next to me, like a gift from the Gods ready to be snatched and utilized for Nasty Alligator protection. The handle was loose. The weapon was an antique. I wondered if it would even stay together in my hand. I proceeded forth anyway, and with one swift swing of the steel blade I took out one of the smaller alligators. Now the balance of power turned in my favor!
Handle close-up (not the actual weapon used)
It is interesting to note the theme of sleep and the inner hallway. In my opinion, the rooms might represent the unconscious and the hallways the space in between or outside of it. Of only the part I can remember about the dream, there is an intricate story-line involved. The "good witch" appears to me to be a messenger - someone bringing forth important news, but also a friend. The alligators represent treachery, greed, animistic power or hidden motives. It is also relevant to point out the shape-shifting involved. Are there negative forces at work, looking to subvert the popular public figure? I imagine there are always such assholes around looking to gain an advantage. I would hope it not as prescient as the dream of the blackness surrounding Sylvester Stallone, mere days before his son (and then later another family member) died. But sometimes dreams are just dreams, rather than dream messages, while much of the time they are realities paralleling our own. Also perhaps related is the fact that I have been working on some ideas related to individual power in the last few days.