Awesome narrative dreams suck

I love having them, but really only while I'm asleep and dreaming. Once I've woken up, I feel slightly sulky because a) I was having this awesome dream and now I'm not, b) I was asleep and now I'm not, c) I will never be able to explain the awesomeness of the dream, and d) I realise the dream wasn't actually awesome, it just felt that way because the brain is very good at fooling itself.

Still, armoured and intelligent dinosaurs running towards a space ark as the other side of the world is being engulfed in flames due to an asteroid strike is one hell of an image. The whale-like marine reptile having to stay behind because there wasn't time to fill the tanks with enough water to sustain him was just an attempt at gratuitous tear-jerkery on the part of my brain, though.

And the dream of the naked man with circuitry under his skin and tattoos on the outside was astonishingly vivid. Especially considering I was him. Which was a bit offputting when he pulled a live rodent (it was okay! Disturbingly fluffy and cute and willing to stay with the naked man considering the circumstances...) from his mouth because he couldn't breathe around it. And there was shouting in another room about royal symbols and prerogatives which had something to do with the circuitry and tattoos and possibly finding live rodents stuffed in your mouth.

Well, at least it wasn't hamsters with flashcards...

Extended from conversation online

I really need a way to remove ideas from my head so I can look at them in real life, kind of like a telepathic holographic system. Naked tatooed circuitry man is quite intriguing in the cold light of day and I want to see what he looks like as opposed to feel that I know what he looks like.

He kind of doesn't look like Spider Jerusalem. As someone rightly pointed out, many things in this world kind of don't look like Spider Jerusalem and we should be thankful for this. But naked tattooed circuitry man kind of doesn't look like Spider Jerusalem in a different way, because he kind of does. But not in a physical sense. He's in the same class, but totally different. They'd probably get along. Although maybe they wouldn't.

I also can't make him fit in my head without adding a small fuzzy animal companion. I'm not sure what it says about me that I can't relate to a grown human being directly, but need to approach them through animal proxy. It makes sense, though. After all, the tall blue fuzzy alien named John has a kitten called Eugene^** It makes John more...relatable. In fact, John wouldn't be John if he didn't have Eugene. He'd just be a tall fuzzy blue alien vaguely reminiscent of Jeff Goldblum.

ETA: Naked tattooed circuitry man will remain mute. Rodent will do the talking for him. Yes. Interesting framing device for a story, at least.

ETA2: Damnit, we're back at hamsters with flashcards, aren't we?

^**Yes, he still lives in my head. Yes, he and the undead teenager still Fight Crime!