Chased by Thanos/Boxer Weigh-in

Dreamt I met this guy who could turn into Thanos in the middle of the night. He worked at night. This was in New York or Chicago. Above ground trains.

The guy would turn into him, chase me around. Tear things up. Tear up trains. Almost like the Hulk.

I bet he was after something. He ended up going to jail, on different charges. I called him a couple of months later -- found he was out on parole, and that he hadn't turned into Thanos in awhile. I was happy to hear that. Apparently, he had it under control.

I saw pictures of Thanos at the train stations, the night that I called him.

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Also dreamt that this boxer was unhappy with his trainer because he bulked him up too much. He wanted to have lean muscles, because he thought he weighed too much. Trainer had some trick to get his muscles lean before the weigh-in. This was in Florida.

Alien Invasion

Pretty long dream that is hard to remember, so let me highlight the scenes:

Setting:

Sometimes on a large naval ship, with full accommodation and high ceilings, other times in the countryside with meadows.

Scene #1:

The United States was being invaded by an alien race, but not every state was being invaded. In fact, one Tashman Technogies client actually called while I was watching the news on a giant flat screen TV on a Navy ship. This client wanted to know why her project was late, and when I told her we are in the midst of an intergalactic war, we're going to be a bit late, just like we were late for her project during World War II.

She put me on the phone with another salesperson, who disbelieving that we couldn't make the deadline, and was threatening to use another teleportation company. I had a 3-D global map watching the points of battle between the aliens and our forces.

Scene #2:

During all of this, there was a break in the action, and my grandparents and I were watching an a classic Golden Age Flash (Jay Garrick) black and white movie on the giant flat screen. I remembered this movie to be an inspirational movie during World War II in the struggle against the Axix powers, and my grandmother was usually emotional when she watched it. However, this time she was noticeable distracted, and my grandather was dozing off on the couch.

Scene #3:

My wife and I were on the run from the Navy ship to a field of green. We were being chased by Federal Agents, and we were being tracked, recorded, and about to be set up and captured. I believe we had committed an infraction on the Navy ship, which was captured on tape, and now we were in trouble.

Chase

I dreamt I was working for a technology firm in Seattle. I ended up traveling to Moscow, where I met two people from Bolivia, who were working there temporarily. The guy had been there longer than the girl -- she was talking about how winter in Bolivia happens in June and July. I marveled at this, and admired her winter coat that she had just purchased.

I was looking up movie times in Seattle, even though I wasn't there. Suddenly, I was there, at my office. The couple from Moscow were with me. Then, we were eating at a restaurant with some other co-workers. I was holding hands with the Peruvian girl, only as friends.

At another table, a girl turned away, but I recognized her as someone else from the office. I said, "Don't hide from me!" She laughed. Then, she said, "I thought we were dating."

I smiled and said, "Don't say that. Can't you see I'm holding hands?" We all laughed.

Somehow, the topic of me producing a television show came up ... we discussed how tough it was to produce something independently , and how Hollywood was notorious for ripping off good ideas from up and comers.

After discussing this, I ended up getting into some kind of mythical loop -- I'd be on the street. A beat-up Volkswagen van from the 1960's with it's rear squished in to the front would appear, and I would get shot. Every time this would happen, it seemed I was walking along, discussing the television show or movie with friends.

Finally, after a few times of this, I found an abandoned car door and held it up at the precise moment that the van would appear out of nowhere and I would get shot by someone in the van. After this, I ran, and told my friends, who were with me, to scatter.

A big burley, bald wrestler type (looked like Brock Lesnar), appeared out of nowhere and started chasing me.

I was one step ahead of him, but he seemed to be able to follow my scent. I ran into a shopping district ... went through a store, into a back alley that faced a canal, crossed the canal, went into the back of another store, came back across a bridge when the big guy followed me over, ran, ran, ran ... and all because of a TV show.