When I was younger, much younger, I used to love to sleep because I had serial dreams. It's a rarish phenomenon when your dreams all string together into a coherent narrative. This is very cool when you're 13 and the dreams are an ongoing adventure saga in which you're the hero. As I got older the serial dreams became more infrequent, or perhaps I remembered my dreams less well so I didn't notice them happening. Or perhaps they got darker and I suppressed them – I remember one series about a world occupied by stitched-up living corpses and psychic fetuses which I'd rather not.Well, now they're back and I'm remembering them. You tend to remember dreams in which you play the central role in an ongoing saga where you're the Antichrist. Until now most of my serial dreams had been pleasant experiences. Now I'm learning what it's like to have serial nightmares. Not the super scary kind of nightmares where you're physically threatened, but the creepy unnatural and unpleasantly prophetic kind. They don't exactly scare me, they just make me really nervous and glad they're only dreams.Like any dreams, it's hard to remember all of the details when I wake up. I just know that there was an author of popular apocalyptic novels – played by the late Marlon Brando in the dream – who in his final book revealing the identity of the Antichrist, describes the character in such a way that the only person the description could possibly apply to is me. Did I mention the cinematic quality of my dreams? Popular actors regularly appear in major roles.Key to this new series of dreams are the events of a previous dream in which I travel from the top of a tall office building into a mysterious world which I later learn is part of heaven. There I engage in what can only be described as 'wrassling angels' and I fight and kill what I find out much later is an angel. From my perspective, the angels I encounter there are monstrous, inhuman creatures of no fixed form, which change from stags to pigs to something vaguely human, constantly shifting their shape. They are incommunicative, hostile and seemingly aggressive towards me. The one I kill has attacked me, or so I believe, and I kill it in self defense, but that is apparently what marks me as the Antichrist.The dream series does have its strange and surrealistic turns. Most notably that by the end of the latest dream I'm preparing to reluctantly sue all sorts of people for declaring me to be the Antichrist, including the author of the book and a local baker, though I can't remember or figure out why the baker deserves to be sued. He's apparently also being sued by a bunch of little children over the same issue, which makes it even stranger.On the upside, if there is one to being the Antichrist, I'm apparently the nicest Antichrist you can imagine. In addition to killing an angel in a previous dream I save the life of one in the latest dream and actually manage to communicate with them, which ultimately gets me the unreassuring explanation that it doesn't matter that I've lived a good life and done good works — predestination still makes me the Antichrist.The really frustrating aspect of the latest dream is that it consists mostly of going around trying to convince people I'm not the Antichrist while knowing that according to predestination I'm the Antichrist no matter how hard I try not to be. Apparently there's no conscientious objector status for Antichrists.Dreams are supposed to have meanings and represent something in the waking world. If that's the case, I'm more concerned about what the dreams say about my life outside of dreamland than what I experience there. I never had an intensely religious upbringing and I don't think I actually am the Antichrist, but what role in the real world is analagous to being the son of Satan? Being a Republican, perhaps.