dream

Strange dreams about being one of thirteen(?) special people in a pod, sort of Dollhouse flavored, sort of Pretender-esque: all widely competent and on the run from... something? Someone? It felt episodic; we'd be in one city, spread out and try to find a way to blend in, but still coming back to see one another, to sleep like a pack/pod/pride. There was ongoing tension with those who tried to create or find connections with others, because we'd often have to pack up and run on almost no notice; jobs, people, friends would have to be left very suddenly. One guy (who looked like Hodges from Bones) got married, or was getting married, and there was the anticipation of children, and his beloved decided to try running with us to see if she could take it; the contrast of that contact seemed to sober the rest of us.

There was also this doctor/administrator/ex-authority figure/parent stand in that ran with us. He had some connection to "before" and tried to manage relations with the outside world and us; despite surprising depths of competence, everyday things often eluded or confounded us collectively. There was a lot of humor and genuine affection in the midst of the very forced tribal, on the run feeling, and also something about Russian mobsters setting up a light show in a bar, a luxury hotel, investigating something in the administrative side of a hospital, exotic specialized cars, William Peterson dying, and trying to find sleeping arrangements for thirteen (at one point even trying upside down off a jungle gym at a playground).

Wtf, brain?