And I was working in a lab with a new species of creature, the size of a grain of sand. There were billions of them in a petrie dish of mine (large dish) and they were multicoloured, different crystaline shapes, very beautiful, and they moved around of their own volition. They appeared to share information by electrical currents, a bit like information in mammals jumping the gap between one synaps and the next.

So, there I was observing these beautiful weird creatures (which I called "Gock") when they started to form a pattern. I was kind of puzzled. When I next looked they had formed themselves into a raised set of letterings,
WHY in block capitals.

This took me by surprise, and I increased the experiments (measuring the electrical impulse etc, which involved electrocuting them amongst other things.) They spelled out various different questions to me, then one day they started to build a tall twisty tower.

Now, there's a gap in the story here... if I were writing this as a novel I'd think of something, but this being a dream, the next thing I know the Gock were liberated, and were swarming in their billion billions across the city (for some reason it was Lancaster in the UK, and they were all over the Gregson memorial) making their way to an island that had been promised just for them. (The island was in a lake... in real life it's a tiny island in a duckpond, but in the dream it was far bigger.) There were lots of poeple who were terrified of them, understandable when they were seething up their trouser legs, but they were on the way to the island. I'd built a bridge for them, and was going to take it down once they were safe.

SO, that's my dream. Understandably I found myself thinking of Moses when I woke up, but can anyone think of anything else to do with this dream? (Besides the obvious... quetiapine gives you majorly dramatic night movies.)