Cerebral cinema.

I had a dream related to the action-adventure genre of Hollywood cinema. It began very cinematically, following a number of events whose significance now escapes me, but at the time was crucial to the dream's plot. Someone committed suicide, which turned out to be the first symptom of a vast supernatural plot. Much of this section took place in a housing estate full of black people where, after a very sweet girl was kidnapped by supernatural forces, one charismatic young man gathered himself a posse, saying that if he went after her alone, he'd absolutely, most certainly die, but if they went together, they might just take 'that bastard' with them.

I went to a cathedral-like university building in the middle of Manhattan to meet my friend Peter Parker, played by Jake Gyllenhaal, who wasn't Spider-Man, I was. Not that I ever got to use my powers. I interrupted our conversation to run up to some semi-cute waiter and ask for his number, and got shot down. No harm, no foul.

There was some more plot with the black folks which now sadly has already begun to fade, but the long and short of it is that I was standing in a large circular space, which had a big pit in the middle traversed by a single walkway, surrounded by a balcony. On one end Captain Mal Reynolds and I stood shoulder to shoulder, on the other end, The Operative from Serenity and that creepy corrupt Fed in the turtleneck from the Firefly episode The Message on the other. I found a Luger on the floor (a reference, no doubt, to my playing Call of Duty last weekend).

There was some banter, posturing, mutual threats. Some insults in regards to my marksmanship, which were totally grounded until I shot the Creepy Fed in the heart, after which I explained both to the captain and The Operative that of the two, the Fed had been the more unpredictable with his firearm.

I am unsure whether Mal shot The Operative, but time slowed down and Mal ran across the dividing walkway, followed by the ghostly image of beautifully sloshing water, after which a small, proud Japanese man addressed a group of Japanese people and told them that what they had seen ( the ghostly water ) was a cinematic simulation of what was apparently a natural Japanese phenomenon, ghostly zero-G water coursing through spaces. He also informed them that his cruise liner had a simulation that was not only lifelike, but also interactive, and would they all please follow him.

I love having a brain. I love it so much. This stuff's gold!