Dream: I am Tristan's Player

After a very intense and vivid dream I got to a point where there were four of us in a car, two in front, two in back. At first it was John Cooper in back right, me in back left. We pulled over and we stopped and I could see a building about 20 yards off the road that had two open garage doors. As we stopped, however, a red building close to the road was going to block our view of the far off building if we didn't stop RIGHT NOW. We stopped and John and I could stretch back far enough to be able to see the far off building. (During the stopping it seemed like this was a movie and I could tell that it was scripted that we would stop PAST it, but we, the driver, was able to stop it early enough for us to see.) As we looked we saw nothing significant, but behind us appeared a man who had been trying to talk to me on the phone (he seemed unclothed) and a police man (non-angry looking, almost slight of build). We knew we shouldn't have looked and knew we had done something that was not appreciated by "someone" (some entity/organization). The cop was going to do something so the driver took off and accelerated to maybe 60 - 80 mph. As we sped up the cop started running after us (the other entity was doing something significant as well but it wasn't chasing us). The cop ran REALLY fast and we were amazed that it could actually catch us. I could sense that this was "real" and that if I had not seen this cop run this fast after us I wouldn't believe it, but here he was, doing it. As it appeared that he was going to catch us I turned to the passenger in the back right who was now Tristan (at his present age). When the cop finally got his fingers on the trunk we realized that we were going to be caught. There was a realization that the end of something (although not necessarily our lives) was about to happen and there was sadness and some fear about this. Tristan said to me "I hope that I can get you life and make you whole because you are my player." (As in, "This is a big video game and you are my character (like Master Chief) and he wanted to heal me so that I could be whole again and continue to play on and do things.) When I awoke and I realized this and thought about what he had said, it made me cry a considerable amount of tears for what that means to Tristan. It was an incredible honor to hear him say that to me, and I knew that he loved me more deeply than I had ever felt, in ways I never felt.

As the cop was stopping the car by dragging his feet, it seemed that I could see that he was a flash of an alien. The visual was as I was looking at him a Polaroid of him zoomed out from him closer to me than he actually was and I could see his true form, which was alien. The alien looked pale flesh in color. The head was fleshy and fell asymmetrically to the right (its left side of its head), it almost had one squiggle of flesh. There appeared to be an eye or eyes but I did not get enough detail to recall at this moment. It was clear it was alien, however. It also seemed that one or all of us were alien, too, although the feeling I got was that I was different from Tristan, either in race or species or something else. It was almost that he knew more than I what he was, but that his part in this was that we were supposed to be together, but that I was his avatar in a game and that he was supposed to forget that he was something other than my human son so that he could interact with me. (Almost like it was a super advanced way of controlling a character in a video game whereby he would infuse himself into the game as one character but he would really be controlling a complete separate entity, which in this case would be me.) By control, I don't mean by direct control. It's almost like he was nurturing a Sim inside the game and would nudge it with his own presence in the game. Regardless, this did not diminish his attachment to me, his character, his "player" and was somewhat sad that it might be over.

I do not recall who the driver was but it seemed female. It seemed to be a mother-like figure but when I tried to feel if it were his biological mother, Beth, it did not seem that it was. At this juncture I am unable to identify the driver as anything but a female with some maternal connection to Tristan, although it wasn't necessarily the entity that produced the entity of Tristan... more a mother-figure.

I do not know who was riding shotgun. It would seem logical that John Cooper and Tristan just swapped seats after we stopped, but that is not certain, as in no time did I get a sense that either Tristan or John were in the front right seat.

The dream leading up to this was very vivid, very detailed, very complex. There was an element of lucidity but I certainly did not control the environment nor the unfolding of the plot. I was very identified with my role but I'm having a hard time remembering if I intentionally guided my character or if it was just playing out. I definitely felt emotions. I can't recall if I felt tactile senses.

I will place the memorable details below, although they won't be in linear order nor make much sense.

I had some responsibility to complete some actions. I had a hotel room that had a living room and two bedrooms. They always seemed full, although as I was talking on the phone to work out a problem, I found that one of the rooms was temporarily empty so I went in there to not have so much noise as I talked.

I picked up a skateboard and put it in a pile with other skateboard like toys which were near the railing/banister of an exterior wooden deck. (Maybe like at Brigitte's Mt. Charleston deck outside her house.)

I recall a large truck with HUGE 8 foot tires was jacked up in the back a bit and was going to run its tires to spin off some of the treading. I recall that I needed to get past/behind the truck to get into a building and that someone/thing told me to be careful, its not a good idea to walk behind it or the part of the treading could fly off and hit me. I ran behind it into the building anyhow and was not injured but it was not the wisest thing to do.

There were a group of about six people wearing polyester dye sublimated shirts that had Ohio State colors, primarily black with white playing cards and red print. At first I thought they were OSU logo playing cards but when I got closer, it was apparent it was not, but I did not discover what the design was. They were in the main living area of the hotel room, and I left them there to go into the empty hotel room.