Colossus, tin suit & nasty bad guys

Whole lotta dreams last night. I’ve had a busy day, so now it’s just before bedtime as I write this. Can’t remember every detail, but here’s the gist of three or four sequences:

Driving somewhere with mom, sister, and maybe somebody else. It’s at the end of a sequence. We’re heading south on 405 or something like it and the sun is going down. It feels like I’m watching this on TV at first, and there’s background music, but then I’m in the car. Ahead, to the southeast, a huge shape of a toga-clad man rises up on a wooded ridge. He’s hundreds of feet tall. Impossibly huge. At first the giant is in sillouhette, but then the setting sun sidelights him as he looks West. He opens his mouth to call something, but the horn section of the soundtrack is all that comes out. He has something in his hand like a discus, which he hurls out. “Watch this!” I tell my fellow passengers. The object arcs away to the west like a boomerang and curves north toward us to the right of the highway. As it approaches, I see it’s a huge crown the size of the disk of the Space Needle. It touches down with a roar in an open field and plows toward us kicking up dirt and boulders, then comes to rest a few hundred feet shy of the road. There are letters inscribed around the band of the crown. It’s Latin, and in the dream I knew what it said, but now I can’t remember. Seems like it was a conventional quote of some kind, four or five words of wisdom

Camping in the Canadian Rockies with my family. By brother is a kid as usual (he’s 39 in real life). Cabins and camping spots. Dad has a trailer or RV of some kind. We’re towing a trailer or truck and it flips over as we round a curve going very slowly. I reach out and flip it upright as I would in Second Life (virtual world). Somebody has a weird armored cart or boat that looks like a fat little silver robot. My sister wants to walk into the woods in it and observe bears and other wildlife. I’m dubious.

At a friend’s house in Seattle. Lots of people gathered for a pot luck or production meeting or both. Joel Hodgson (MST3k) is there, and we talk about MST. The TV is on, and we sit down to watch a movie or series of some kind. Contemporary cop thriller. Bad guys catch somebody and make him slash his own face with a razor. Are they going to make him cut his own throat? It’s really creepy. It’s at a point in the story where things are really going badly for the “good guys”, whomever they may be. A whole group of people are rounded up, and all the women are stripped and tied to a railing or fence. They are all black and rather stout. I’m afraid they’re going to be raped and I want this story to stop. Now I’m involved, and the story has moved to an interior like a large auditorium. I’m in the group of captured people. Various individuals are being singled out for mutilation with knives or razors. I’m trying to work out how to stop it and/or get the innocent people out in one piece. We’re isolated, high up on a mountain or tall building. I know that if I can get us out on the balcony or near an open window, I can fly us all to safety, but can I do it fast enough that some won’t be apprehended on the way out? One of the bad guys makes a crack of a theological nature, but he has his Biblical facts wrong and I contradict him loudly to draw attention away from the person about to be mutilated. I start to argue with the bad guys and feel like I’m getting control of the situation…