Had a really detailed series of dreams last night. Some of them were weirder than others, but overall the tapestry of them... well, I woke up upset. One of my dreams had Bradley wanting to hook up and hang out for a while, but we needed an excuse for him to come over. So the idea was for him to send someone to get some Christmas lights I had. I called him and told him he could come over to get them as well, since I didn't drive. Well, he showed up - but it was 3 am when he did, and dad was trying to sleep. We made too much noise, and dad woke up all grumpy, so I had to convince him everyone was just leaving - even though two of my friends (one being Fox) were actually coming in to keep me company.
The second dream involved Charles Xavier and the X-Men, and this is where it turned dark. He was running his School for Gifted Students, but it was all a lie. See, the X-Mansion was destroyed, and the students were instead living in a telepathic fantasy he constructed, where they could train and be friends and go on adventures. The truth was, they were huddled in this ruin of a building, trapped in this construct Charles Xavier had made, eating scraps of food and huddled around a campfire within the ruins. The only person who didn't fall for it was Wolverine - because he was actually an actor, Hugh Jackman.
Xavier was actually a little gnome-like man, and he was angry that Hugh and I were trying to help these people trapped in this telepathic construct, so he switched everything around. To of the people - I think Colossus and ShadowCat, were 'cursed', so that they couldn't be together, instead just missing one another, brushing by each other in contact only fleetingly. I had to fix this, so through the dream I struggled to help Kitty focus, so that she wouldn't be constantly upset, and would be able to get through her day and enjoy what time she could get with Peotr.
Of course, Xavier got angry at me over that, and said 'fine, they can be together, but there's a price. Hugh tried to grab him, but Xavier fell apart like a pile of puzzle pieces.
And this is where my dream went dark.
The price was my father-in-law, Mr. Prickett. He had been sitting on a chair nearby - and I realized I was in something akin to the airport. He died. But it was ... different. What happened was he picked up the magazine he had been reading, and started walking down the airport hall... and he looked almost like a bundle of small jigsaw puzzle pieces, which were falling out of him, a little at a time. And everyone around him would say, 'Goodbye, Mr. Prickett' as he went, paying respect to him. He didn't seem to hear or see them, he was focussed on something ahead of him. I tried to run after him, to get his attention, to tell him he didn't have to go, but I couldn't get to him fast enough.
And all the while I heard 'Goodbye, Mr. Prickett' from everyone he passed. He'd sometimes give a little nod, acknowledging them, but kept moving ahead, his magazine tucked under his arm, his winter cap on his head. And as he went, less and less puzzle pieces would fall away, and he started to become less and less distinct, blending more and more into the background, as his place in the world faded away... until all that was left was the jigsaw puzzle of the world, and he'd finally faded into the background. a kind older man from the south being the last memory of who he was.
And I woke up very, very upset.