tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
I was a wiry athletic kid of about 13, female. I lived on the big island of Hawaii and my dad was the local sherrif. (This is all modern day, and my father looked like a cross between Kurt Russell and Michael Douglas. He was not my real-life father in any way. Seems like any mother figure was dead or out of the picture.) I was in his office as they were discussing that one of their people was missing... our people, I was often hanging out at the station or with him or his officers somewhere. Seems like it was summer vacation, so school wasn't an issue.

Dad handed a stack of oversized arial photographs to someone else and said, "Here's the photos of a perfect flight on the aircraft." Apparently the gal who was missing was investigating drug running or something, and had disappeared somewhere after leaving the station last. She was supposed to take the plane to somewhere (I forget where, it was important to the investigation) and had obviously met with foul play somewhere along the way because she hadn't made it to whatever rendezvous had called in saying she was missing.

Dad was thinking she'd been intercepted after the flight, but I saw the photos and said, "This is where it happened. You should look into this, the pilot or someone on the plane did it." He asked me why I thought that and I said, "Why would they send you photos of a perfect flight? It's like they want you to overlook them." Seems like there was some reason why it would be difficult to investigate the flight crew, like they were usually trustworthy and had friends higher up. But my words swayed him and he said he'd have to send something to a guy I also knew half way across the island. Dad was plenty busy trying to round up a search of everywhere but the plane and it's owners and all things related. I offered to take the stuff he wanted to send by bike, I'd done similar things before and knew the way.

He told me to be careful and I left with the file in my backpack (I think it was a file anyways, the dream logic wasn't up to par for that part). Beside the station, along the main road of town were a couple buildings including a bar (on the right when walking out of the station) followed by an auto repair shop. I'd left my bike chained up with a bunch of others in front of the car place. As I got it off the rack a big mean-looking guy came up and accused me of trying to steal his bike. He argued with me for a moment while I was trying to keep him calm (I didn't feel like getting beat up and nobody else was around at that moment.) I said, "Fine, let's go ask Big Louie, he knows my bike," plus Big Louie never let anyone give him crap. Even me, who he was fond of. Big Louie was a huge Polynesian guy who owned the car repair and could always be found on the premesis without looking very hard.

The mean guy backed off as soon as I mentioned Big Louie. Figured, the jerk was just trying to make trouble. I got outa there fast and stopped in front of the bar where an asian lady I knew was selling coffee. I told her I was headed across the island and she asked me to deliver a big ol' pot of coffee since I was going that way already. (The coffee thing looked like a cross between a thermos and a large-style coffee holder from restaurants.) Yeah, I said I could and so loaded that into my backpack. Boy was it heavy... but I cinched up the straps and got going. The bright, sunny weather was kinda hot but I had a bottle of water on my bike and I was used to this kinda thing.

I rode on the sidewalk through the busier traffic of town and before long was zipping along the side of the road after the sidwalk ended. For a while I only passed one oncoming car and nobody passed me, which was typical. Then I hit the stretch where the road got very steep and windy and the area was very sandy. I was carefully maneuvering through this area when someone in a pickup tried to run me off the road. I ended up in the sand, still on my bike, but it was very hard to pedal through the stuff. I made it a ways, shortcutting across the sand to another section of the road, but the truck was coming back. I ditched the bike and ran across the dunes. I knew I was somewhere near the water but couldn't see it.

There were people chasing me now, it's like they'd been waiting in the area for me. One of them was the mean guy from earlier at the auto place. Well, suddenly all of that made sense and I figured these guys were the same ones responsible for the officer lady's earlier disappearance. If I could get away I could tell Dad... but the odds weren't looking good. They caught me and dragged me back to the road. I vaguely remember being hauled off in a van... and as logic really started to bail from the dream I remember hoping that the bad guys had left my bike where I'd ditched it and forgotten about it. Dad would come looking along my bike route when I didn't turn up... plus I'd ditched my backpack there because it was so heavy, but I think one of the guys took it.

Then I woke up.

thoughts )

I'm Lost

Oct. 12th, 2006 03:20 am
tirsdendreams: (lost and alone)
I dreamed I was part of the main group of crash survivors in the television show Lost. I've since forgotten the first half of the dream but I think it may have included the initial plane crash or at least the following chaos. I was some sort of adult female character (not myself), perhaps with military background because I knew how to survive in the wild and was more confident in that environment than most of the others. I was also very physically fit. (Yeah, definitely not my real self lol.)

I remember at some point the Others arrived and started capturing and/or killing everyone. It had something to do with an outbreak of the disease that is rumored on the show but yet to affect anyone in the main cast (that I remember). This was on the beach. Those who were close enough to the trees ran into the jungle, and it was everyone-for-themselves. I was the furthest ahead and before long the only one they hadn't caught. I reached the edge of a swamp that I knew probably had gators in it but I hoped I'd get lucky and waded right in as fast as I could. There was dry land on the other side.

Half way across the swamp water there were several gators very close to me but I sort of ignored them hoping they'd feel I wasn't afraid of them and they'd ignore me. One of them rushed me but lost interest before it reached me; they all went back to their lazy gatory business. Not only was I thrilled to live all the way to dry land but I'd done something the Others hadn't expected. I had a little time, they wouldn't think I'd be crazy enough to cross the swamp until they couldn't find me anywhere else.

I found some sort of outpost manned by one of the Others, but this person didn't know that there was a supposed outbreak of the disease. It's like she had been at her station for so long without contact that she had no clue what was going on, maybe even how weird the rest of the Others were getting. The place she was hidden in was a small white cement-brick building with a bunch of plants around it, down in a hollow area below the surrounding jungle floor. I found it only because there was a microphone or similar device hooked up to a plant in the jungle and I followed the wire to the building.

The woman came out of the building just as I reached it. She was wearing a white lab coat and looked kinda surprised to see me but not concerned. She said she was just going to make her report to her higher-ups. I tried to tell her that crazy things were going on and we needed to run away or hide. I figured the rest of the Others would probably kill this lady as well as me... she seemed to be clueless to their plans, and not evil like them.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(From two night ago?)

I was some random Antonio Banderas character. I'd been captured by a weird group of people who would only let me go if I fought a chicken. In a small arena. Oookay. At any rate, I wasn't scared, I knew I'd kick the chicken's butt but the other people seemed to think I'd die.

I went into a dark area where they said I could prepare for the fight, but a bunch of people tried to beat me up. I remember a girl character suddenly being around who was a friend (or at least not an enemy) so I was half protecting her and half trying to hold my own in the dark versus a dozen strong men. I won in the end and went back out to find myself in the arena. (It didn't really look like a real arena but that's what it was meant to be in the dream.)

I told them to hurry up and bring on the chicken. A conveyer belt started in one corner of the arena and out came... a large wild cat?? It was sort of orange in color with very thick bristly fur. The bad guys were cheating and didn't even bother with their stupid chicken apparently.

The cat rushed forward to attack and bit me on the arm but it was sort of half-hearted, like it knew it was trained to do this but I hadn't specifically done anything to piss it off. I looked into its eyes and did my best to feel like I really loved this animal and wanted it to be my friend. I petted it and it decided I was cool, which really annoyed the bad guys. But I told them I'd won their stupid challenge and I was leaving. Preferably with the cat.

At this point I was turning into Riddick (refrence to him taming that wild alien animal in the prison on Crematoria). Dame Vako shows up and tries to convince me not to leave. Everyone else has turned into Necromongers. Apparently I'd had some sort of vaguely romantic past with her while ruling the Necromongers but as far as I was concerned, it was over.

Then I walked into my room to pack up my things and suddenly I was the real me. And my belongings were stuff I'd own (as opposed to Riddick). So I started packing and thinking I should be sure I got that big cat to leave with me... and suddenly Candy is laying curled up on the floor like she was napping there. (Candy is my real-life family's cat.) I think I decided the other big cat would be okay on it's own and I'd better take Candy with me. I was trying to figure out how I was gonna carry all my stuff (there was too much) AND the cat... without losing hold of her as I figured she'd probably try to get out of my arms and explore once we got outside... not to mention HOW I was gonna travel in the first place, or where I was going... and then the dream got really stupid so I won't bother writing the rest out and it ended shortly thereafter anyways.

Then I woke up.

dream symbol analysis and thoughts )
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was special agent Clarice Starling from the Hannibal Lecter stories/movies. I was going to an old abandonned facility to find files on Dr. Lecter. It was getting dark outside and I was in the parking lot trying to figure out how to get in the building. Someone came out a back door as I neared it and I drew my gun, pointing it at the person and saying, "Identify yourself!"

Turns out this is a lady I'd contacted to help me go through the place, and so I said, "Special agent Clarice Starling reporting for duty," or something like that. We went into the building, the doors seemed like ship's doors and a lot of the hallways had the feeling of metal corridors like in a ship, along with big rooms that were painted white but they were rusting or peeling now.

As we walked around I talked to this other lady, and then I became that lady and no longer Clarice (I was now following her around). It was like I was some sort of semi-psychic. I asked her if she wanted me to "feel around" in Case Files, a room that was nearby and to where we were headed. I said, "Sometimes I get something in the air, you know? And I can follow it. And sometimes it's crap, like I'm some huge charlatan." I think she declined my offer, like she didn't think it would help if the case files weren't in the room they were supposed to be (and we had this sinking feeling they might have been removed) but she didn't seem opposed to the idea I could do things like that. I said, "Y'know, most people don't like that stuff," (meaning the ability to feel things out psychically).

We went through a doorway and I remember I suddenly felt very cold inside. I told Clarice this, but there was probably no way for us to find out what had happened on that spot who-knows-how-long-ago. There wasn't much evidence of anything but general decay around us.

Then I woke up.

Heist

Apr. 15th, 2006 01:06 am
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(In the previous dream, the criminal activities were jeapordized by my own incompetence. But in this dream, the incompetence was on the part of others.)

I was part of a team planning to steal a ton of money. It seemed to be some sort of ransom, I remember police putting lots of money in a large, bright orange trash can in the middle of a city intersection like we instructed them to. I knew they were expecting to catch us and also keep the money. What they didn't know was that the trash can could move...

A distraction closeby gave the trash can the time it needed. Or more precisely, the person hidden inside the trash can who could pilot the thing. I became that person in the dream at this point, and managed to get the trash can at least a block or two away, behind a building. There was a wide open expanse of grass here for some reason, but I got out of the trash can by the side of the building and got out a can of silver spray paint. It was fast-drying, I coated the trashcan with it turning it grey (silver in my mind, in the dream, but upon waking I know it was non-metallic grey). Now the cops would have no clue where their orange trash can went.

I got back in and "drove" the trash can along the side of the building back to the street. There was an embankment of grass up to the road, and I tipped the trash can so it fell on it's side, somewhat diagonal on the slope. Now the can just looked like so much junk someone hadn't bothered to clean up. The lid was open a crack, and I watched the street for the getaway car that was supposed to be coming. Time was important even with my trash can being grey now... but the car wasn't showing. Someone was screwing up their end of the job.

There was a plan B, so I got out of the trash can dressed in a big blue fluffy bunny suit (when did I change into this thing?? lol). The money went into a trash bag, but I noticed that the wads of money could be identified because of how they pressed into the sides of the garbage bag. There was another bag made of a blue tarp and I put this over the first bag. Now I looked like some weird Easter Bunny meets Santa Clause concept.

I started walking along the road and for a moment stuck my thumb out thinking maybe I should just hitch my way outa this mess and meet up with the gang later. An RV with a family drove by and started to slow... I noticed that the woman in the passenger seat had a very cop-looking shirt on (without the rest of the uniform doodads) and figured I'd just wave them on and keep walking. Something told me she really was a cop. That was a chance I couldn't take.

I decided to hoof it and along the way someone asked me what was in the bag. I said something like, "Presents for the kiddies!" and I knew there were some stuffed animals and toys in the top of the bag to help with the disguise if someone actually called my bluff.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
My (real) parents were on a car trip, but it was like we all in the Great Depression era. We even had a car from then, one of those mobster looking things (the hit-man car that the modern PT Cruiser is modelled after). We stopped at a place to stay for the night, and I remember it being cold outside but still daylight. Inside the hotel was a line, a very long line. Everyone was sorta hunkered down along a hallway, with a blanket around them if they were lucky enough to have one. Then this lady who musta been the manager/owner scurried by, saying to herself quite audibly, "At least I have the alimony payment" over and over. I think she said something before that too, as she came in, like, "I can't do this I can't deal with this anymore."

I turned to Dad, who was crammed in an alcove behind me with other people, and I said, "That's not smart, she shouldn't talk like she's got money around a bunch of strangers, she's putting herself in danger. I guess she could have meant that she'd just successfully made an alimony payment, but the odds are entirely greater that she's the one with the cash." Dad said something in agreement.

I decided to follow her, worried she was gonna get in trouble. I managed to stop her outside the hotel, and asked if there was something I could do to help. At this point I was morphing into a sort of freelance detective character (still female, still kinda with my real personality). The lady said that the hotel's reputation was on the line, that someone had stolen a diamond necklace from one of the tenants. I asked who'd been in and out of the place lately, and the lady said there was one black kid named Scamp who hung around a lot (at least I think that's his name... something like that... Scat? Scraps? not sure).

Suddenly I knew he'd done it, call it gut feeling or whatever. I just had to find him and see what he'd done with it. I told the lady not to worry, that I'd take care of this, and asked if the tenant had reported the theft to the police yet. The lady said no, and I said "good" because Scamp would be less likely to be nervous if the cops weren't crawling all over the town looking for a thief.

I had no car and no driver's license, so I walked. I checked my pocket for coins and realized that in Great Depression standards I had a small fortune in coins in my pocket, even though it was just a little bit of change by today's standards. I knew I could use a taxi for a penny to get anywhere in town, and for two pennies I was certain any cabby would drive me all over for however long it took. I walked past my Dad who was bicycling down the main street for some reason (like he belonged in this town?) and then I got a taxi.

I stopped at a jewelry store and asked if anyone had sold or tried to sell a diamond necklace here recently. "No." Had anyone seen Scamp around? "Yes, he's over at the laundromat a lot." So I went there and saw him across this big room of washers and dryers. He was talking to himself, working out his own code of holes in the wall, and by pressing the right one he openned a secret compartment in the wall. He hid something in a small box that came out of it (like a CD player ejecting it's tray, but the box came out completely) and then closed it again.

I went up to him, pretending I hadn't seen the secrets (there were three compartments total). First I talked to him, making him trust me and feel safe with me. Then I convinced him to give up the goods, and I openned the third compartment (I knew which one probably had jewelry from watching earlier). I asked him if one necklace was the diamond one missing from the hotel, but I had guessed wrong and he pointed out the correct one. It was a diamond set in a open heart shape made of gold, and the chain was gold too. I put that necklace in my right front pocket of my shirt so I wouldn't get it mixed up again. I said I'd help him return the rest of the stolen jewelry too. One of the other compartments had stuff that was actually his, just little odds and ends like pieces of ribbon. He started to tell me about his sister. He said, "You know my sister's depressed, right?" She was poor too, and spent all her time in her room. She seemed to be getting sicker and sicker. Everone expected her to just sorta pine away and die, like there was no way to help her.

I went to visit the sister and saw her room was awfully decorated in puke green and a color I like to call "grandma orange." I guess she liked green and orange together, but I knew just the decor alone had to be making her depression worse. I found a pillow that had a pattern of orange flowers on green leaves, and I said, "How would you like to see your room completely made over in this green" and I pointed to an almost lime-green, "and this orange" and I pointed to a matching neon orange. (Very Target/Ikea-like, or fairly typical "Bed In A Bag" bedding color options.) I was already thinking of patterns for the bedding and accessories. The girl seemed interested, and I knew this makeover would be a huge breath of fresh air for her. Plus, we'd be getting her all new clothes and a hair makeover too. This was starting to feel like one of those extreme makeover shows, and the Great Depression era was fading into modern times.

And then that's exactly what it was. I was the host of a makeover show, and I'd become a black lady. I was standing on the porch of the house the following morning talking to the girl's mother and aunt or someone like that (they were all black too, of course, since Scamp was black in the first place and this was his family). The women were sitting around on the patio furniture. I said, "Now, we've got a lot to do, lots of shopping to get done, so I better get started." And I was going to go in and get the girl.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was a kid, maybe 10? Maaaybe 13? Not sure, I just know I wasn't an adult or a late teenager. I was working in the Australian outback, somewhere not completely red dirt but not lush tropics either. I was a farm hand or animal specialist for a huge bunch of acreage surrounding a station (Aussie farm house complex). I was quite a ways out, I'd just found a large pig/boar that belonged to the station owners, and its ear was stuck in what looked like a bear trap. I didn't want to hurt the pig but I knew I was going to have to cut through it's ear to get it out. Then I realized I hadn't called in to the station for my usual check-in so I decided to do it now since I was thinking of it. (Maybe I was stalling on hurting piggy.)

I got out my long-range radio and made the call in, something like "This is [whatever my name was] checking in, blah blah blah [progress for the day? my location? I forget...], over." I realized that I hadn't extended the long antenna on my radio so I did that and waited. My signal going out should have been strong enough without the antenna, but incoming stuff would have been unrecognizable at the distance I was out. I kept waiting. That's odd, it never takes them this long to answer. Then I finally got something, but it didn't sound like a reply to me, and it was only coming in bits, most of it garbled. But the end result was that someone had apparently attacked the station ("murders") and that all pilots should fly out immediately if they were still able, and all people in the field should get as far away from the station as possible. The message ended abruptly.

I glanced back towards where I could barely see the nearest station building in the distance and I could just make out strange men wearing all black moving about the complex. Then I saw a bush pilot who'd made it to his plane just in time, it came soaring over my head as I began booking it away from the station. I didn't bother waving, I didn't want him to try and stop to pick me up. We'd both die if he did that. There wasn't a moment to spare. I know he could see me running as he flew over, and I imagined him wishing me luck. I wished him back the same. And I was really glad I had brought enough supplies in my pack for a day or two in the outback. A hundred yards or so later I heard a shot that sounded awfully close, much closer than the station. The bad guys had shot the pig.

I ran and ran and reached the outer perimeter fence. I tested it with the back of my hand, thinking it was the wrong season for it to be electrified, and I wasn't even sure which part would be electified, as that wasn't something I'd had to deal with since I usually didn't leave the property while I was out checking on animals and such. The fence was fine, so I started climbing (it was a very tall fence) but at the top was what definitely looked like wires that were there for electrical stoppage of animal leapage. By this time though I was pretty sure it was the wrong season to have them turned on (we had nothing on the property that'd try and get out at the moment, right?...right...). This wiring also checked out okay, so I grabbed it and virtually vaulted myself over the top of the fence and clambered/fell down the other side.

It was getting kinda late now, the sky darkening quickly. I dashed across the road that ran along the fence line and climbed the next fence into our neighbor's property. I didn't know these people all that well and I wasn't sure they were considered friends or if they had any clue what was going on back across the road. But I was fleeing certain doom and didn't care if the owner yelled at me for tresspassing. I'd be off his property before long anyways. Just passing through, y'know. The main farm house was nearby and I ran past it just as the owner's wife (I think) walked out onto the porch with a load of wash. I think she said something to me, but I was still running and past her and not about to stop. I imagined her telling her husband about "that kid from [whatever name] Station was doing odd things today" when she might next see him. I couldn't exactly stop and ask her for help, because I was convinced the bad guys were too close and even one minute lost would cost me my life. These people weren't associated with my station, surely they'd be safe from the ire of the bad guys. That or if I stopped they'd kill us all. May as well run.

I was out in a back field now, and I thought one of the farm dogs was chasing me. It was dirty and barking like mad at me. No, it wasn't a strange dog... it was Bucky! My dog! I thought for sure he'd died back at the station where he'd been earlier that day. He was the kind of dog that would have tore into the bad guys as soon as he knew something was wrong. I hadn't figured he'd live through that. I stopped to check on him, his back legs didn't much seem to want to work anymore. On closer inspection, there was a nasty cut along one of them, and no doubt he'd caused himself considerable pain trying to catch up to me. Maybe there was something else wrong... but I didn't have time to look now. I picked him up even though he was not a small dog and kept running. He licked at my face, thanking me, happy to be with me again, wishing he could run with me and not be a burden but at least happy to be here with me now.

I reached a river shortly thereafter, and there was a boat on it that had just cast off. It was very dark now, and it took me a moment to realize it contained a couple guys who worked at my station! They pulled back to the shore to pick me up and I scrambled in with Bucky, telling them to go as fast as they could away from here. The motor put us out in the current fast, and it didn't take me long to explain what I knew about the evildoings back at the station. My fellow workers were supposed to be going to Melborne (I think?) for something so that was our target as it would be a good place to go for help. Who'd guess where we were going now that we'd hit water, assuming the bad guys could track us this far?

That's all I remember.

thoughts )
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
This dream is really quite fuzzy now but I was so enthused with it last night that I even dreamed about verbally figuring out all the right words for the events that happened, with the thought of posting it here. Too bad I can't remember most of what I came up with... so here goes nothing.

I was playing the XBox game Halo 2, except I was actually in it. I remember talking to Dad about the game, as if he was watching. I was in a big huge room that was very dark and had these long, thin platforms to run on, high up off the floor. Falling would certainly cause death. I knew the end of the level was soon, but I wanted a better weapon because I was almost out of ammunition for the one I had, and I could see a really cool weapon up ahead (I think it was supposed to be a rail gun). I had a choice, I could follow the correct platform to the end of the level, or I could take a different turn really quickly and pick up this other weapon. Plus I was moving very slowly for some reason, and I knew that there was a "speed up" item along the same path as the weapon.

So I decided to go for the weapon and the speed increasing item. I just hit the speed thing when I noticed that my timer had only a couple seconds left on it (apparently if you ran out of time on a level you would die, like in Mario Brothers). So I died and I was so annoyed, but this time I knew I'd skip the whole picking up the extra weapon thing and just finish the level. I reloaded the game (yeah, I was still in it this whole time, I don't remember seeing the game on any sort of television screen) and found that it had automatically saved my progress back at the point where I'd picked up the speed item. Except now the speed item wasn't there, nor was the other weapon. Apparently they wouldn't respawn because I'd picked them up in the previous game, even though I'd lost them to dying.

I had tons of time on my timer now, however, so I took the right path/platform thingy to the end of the level. The next part was a sort of warehouse room and I saw spots of Flood on the wall (if you haven't played the Halo series, Flood is a nasty virus that turns people and aliens into freakish monsters). Then I found a computer on a desk and was thinking I should see if I could find any files on what had been going on at the warehouse... when a lady in a white lab coat asked me what I was doing. (This is where it started feeling like Half Life, a PC game.) Apparently this was her workstation, and she worked here. I was surprised to find anybody alive at this point, as I was sure the virus would have killed everyone off or turned them into mutants.

I said I was there to stop the virus or try, and asked her why she was still there, working as if nothing was going on. She said she had no idea there was anything wrong, that her company hadn't informed her of any such virus outbreak. She did seem to believe me but she didn't want to leave, so I told her to be very careful and to try and contact me if something went wrong in her area. (I have no clue *how* she was supposed to contact me, but it made sense in the dream). I left her and headed for the door to the next level.

Then I woke up.

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Character Sheet

Description:
There's a land somewhere deep in Tirsden's subconscious where chaos holds sway and pigs fly.

Strengths:
Often vivid and exciting, like a script yet to be written.

Weaknesses:
Nightmares and episodes of wakefulness.

Special Skills:
Flying, gender switching, lucidity.

Weapons:
Dream logic.

Special Moments:
Being Riddick and kicking ass. Being "Bea" from Kill Bill and kicking ass. Being Indiana Jones and kicking ass. Generally... kicking ass!