Last night I had the weirdest dream ever. I can't write it down coherently so I'll fill in the main bit for later.
- English fort, shaped like a ship's hull. It's on a piece of land that's like a floating island. It takes off and puts down anywhere. Memories of a time when Indian soldiers fought off British ones from inside the fort. One English soldier helped. The floating island has an outcropping on its end, like an area that seems less connected to the rest, the furthest part of the island. This is my favorite place, I love it. It is destroyed in a battle.
- There's a book inside a house shaped like my apartment. Reading the book causes the room to be placed in the aforementioned fort. The book is ostensibly by a guy named Asimov, and he's my uncle, but he seems to write fantasy, not sci-fi. The stories stop on one page, but the rest of the pages are also ruled, like a normal notebook, so I use it as a rough note book.
- The uncle has a wife, she appears only if I read the book, first in a dominatrix uniform that immediately dissolves so that she looks like Pierre Brossard's wife in The Statement. She is a nice woman and apparently has the ability to play with life (it reminds me of that black woman from Pirates of the Carribean, in the dream).
- There is some kind of a battle where the dominatrix woman attacks someone in the dream, right in that room shaped like my apartment. However, the nice wife is there, so she couldn't have been her. That someone dies, and the anger drives another someone to attack the dominatrix who after being defeated turns into a beautiful oriental woman. The person who attacked her turns into a slightly plumper form of this woman. They are sisters, apparently, and are now reconciled. The body is not to be found. The fights are very quick and there is attempted resurrection and death all the time, it is confusing.
- Dalliances with both sisters. Eventually explore the city the island is in currently with the sister II, she is punished by an older woman for kissing me. We walk away elsewhere. There are men working and people walking along (all of them with the slanted eyes). We return through a side entrance into the fort and walk along a complicated up and down pattern to enter the main room. Then walk outside and see we could have done it faster. Asimov is buying stuff (he is an old man, but master of the castle, looks old). All is well.
- We go down a staircase, it's arranged like some sort of bar, but it seems to be a store room. Outside the window there's a beautiful young woman (tall, dark), she's on the phone and seems to be going through some weird (really weird!) dance movements. After a while of staring at her, women come out from a gate behind her. Same age, they have blue uniforms like imaginary flight attendants, and they dance just like her for no reason. It's like watching a musical. The dark woman is standing at a crossroads, the roads are kutcha roads, but there is no dust in the air. Part of her movements are graceful, part like birth contractions. The women behind are very far away maybe a 100m behind the dark woman. It's strange.
Can't remember the rest. The fort was very strange.