Hm.

This was a strange one. I was in my backyard of my old house. While it was not unusual for me to have a machete while doing yard work, it was odd that I was using one to carve out a bokken from a branch. Once finished, I set aside the metal blade for the wooden one and made a few cuts with it.
My eyes caught sight of a strange aircraft overhead. It was shaped like an arrowhead with twin turbofan engines in the middle of the hull directed downward and the rest of the body being merely a frame and an open cockpit in the middle. It landed between the garage and the patio, it's pilot jumping out of his weird aircraft to enter the house through the backdoor. So of course I followed.
My bokken disappeared as I entered, and I strangely found myself in the kitchen I have at the place I'm staying at now. Along with the big orange form of Benjamin J. Grimm. The Ever Lovin' Blue-eyed Thing himself. Which is strange since I'm not a Fantastic Four fan.
After listening to him gripe for a minute, I continued on through the kitchen to emerge in a darkened room to see another member of the Fantastic Four, the Invisible Woman, doing battle with an armored foe. Not doctor doom, this was some kind of rust orange knight. Her force fields were illuminated with each blow, revealing themselves to be in an ornate shield shape. She seemed to be doing well until her foe teleported behind her. Reaching out a bronzed gauntlet, he touched the back of her neck and she fainted dead away.
Perhaps the most bizarre part of this dream, the armored warrior took off his helmet, revealing a tuft of black hair behind the collar. A head popped up, and a diminutive man jumped out, followed by another. Apparently he stood on this friend's shoulders in order to fill out the armor. They ran off in search of a treasure that would apparently restore their voices, although I'm at a loss to explain how I knew this.
The "camera" then floated through a barred window and outside to a darkened field. It was night, and I soon found myself in the middle of a strange zoo, with different animals both inside and out of the cages. There was a dog looking up at me with a strange smile, as well as a monkey hanging off a branch some distance to my right. Not knowing what else to do, I started slowly backing away and took a path to my left to get out of there.
As I walked down the path, a ghostly figure emerged from the darkness. As it drew closer, it was revealed to be a young woman in jeans and an unusual white sweater. I thought it was sleeveless at first, but rather the sleeves had a zipper going lengthwise which she had undone, revealing particularly skinny arms. I thought of Abigail Whistler in the latest Blade movie. Different outfit, but the same kind of sleeves.
Her hair was a dark brown that appeared almost black in this darkness. There was something behind her brown eyes. Picture a spotlight with a cloak thrown over it. Even though the cloak blots out most of the light, you can tell it would be blinding to look directly at it without it. That's what it felt like to look in her eyes.
I was wondering what a girl like her was doing in a place like this, and in reply to my thoughts, she said she was looking for a gyrfalcon. Unusual, since I didn't notice a falconer's glove on her arm, but I didn't question it. I walked on, and she stepped up next to me, following along. I don't recall asking her anything, but in due course I found out that she was taking classes at the local college. Something she wasn't too enthusiastic about as it was her mother's idea.
As we were walking on, I had the strongest urge to hold her hand, but as we've just met that would've been much too forward. But again, as if in reply to my thoughts, she threaded her arm around mine. The sky started to lighten in a morning twilight. Before long, it was a light blue, the day bringing out the orange in the leaves overhead and on the ground. The path lead through a small patch of trees and in between two gray apartment buildings.
It lead up a hill and as we climbed, I commented that she reminded me of someone. She did feel eerily familiar, even her smile, but she didn't reply. Instead, she said she was due at an engagement party. Again, her mother's idea, as was the marriage. I got the feeling she'd rather not go through with it. I said as much, and she said that she must "play her role". An odd thing to say, but I guess dreams are never normal.
There was a strong tension between us. I don't want to say sexual tension, although I'll admit, she was certainly more attractive than most of my dream girls. It felt like there was a lot left unsaid between us. Things that both of us knew without saying, should address, but are hesitant to do so. It felt like that almost from the beginning, and even moreso now with her arm in mine.
I blinked, and I suddenly found myself seated next to her on a couch in what appeared to be a hotel room. We weren't alone, there seemed to be a kind of party going on. People were talking, there were drinks in hand, and she looked rather alone. Someone had said she needed a snack, so I rose from my seat to get her something. There was an oven in the wall, and as I opened it, I took out a few bottles, closed it up, and turned it on before the absurdity dawned on me.
She seemed to have gotten impatient with the party. She grabbed my arm and pulled. The next thing I knew, we were standing in the middle of the street at the top of a hill. She walked on, and I followed, watching the sky darken overhead. I recognized this street. As we kept going, I knew we were going to find the mall, and she lead me down into the parking garage. The orange lights were on, but instead of parking spaces, I found a police station populated with all kinds of unusual people and men in uniform leading them to and fro.
As we walked on, she seemed to wither before me. She felt more frail, her hair whitened, and yet her face still kept some youthfulness, particularly in her eyes. At last, she stopped before a desk, took a seat, and said she had one last thing for me. She took a pen in hand and started writing on a plain sheet of paper left there.
A slight burning sensation in my chest had me gasping for breath. I had to stifle the urge to upchuck as I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. Waking up via acid reflux is not a pleasant sensation.
The first part of the dream I have no explanation for. Although yesterday, I did run into an old acquaintance of mine. She was heading towards the rail station, and I took the opportunity to catch up with her on the way. That's most likely where my subconscious got the idea of me escorting a lady. Except her eyes were green, not brown, and we aren't that close. I have her sister's number, something she reminded me of yesterday, but I rarely use it.
And we never did find that falcon.