tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
I was Bea from Kill Bill, and I don't remember what was going on until I ended up in a multi-storied house fighting a copy of myself. It would seem someone had cloned me, trained this new person to fight just like me, even tried to get her to think like me and think that she was me. There were differences, though, at least mentally as she was part of some bizarre crime ring thing that had to do with the genetic engineering thing. Plus, she wanted to take me out and replace me, as if she could or as if she deserved it.

I was using my sword, but was disarmed and started losing badly, taking a lot of injuries from my alternate's sword. I fell through a laundry chute to get away from her and found the sword again just as she arrived to renew the attack. We ended up fighting towards the basement stairs that led upwards again, and we seemed evenly matched. I think she decided she had better flee and try this again some other time, and thus ran up the stairs trying to get away. I stayed right behind her and cut big long cruel gashes in her nearest arm and leg.

This chick just would not stop going (kinda like me) and at the top of the stairs realized she needed to keep fighting now or she might not live out the battle. It was too late for her to decide this, because I grabbed her from behind and used a large knife to slit her throat and stab her in the stomach. (I have no idea where the sword went, I think dream logic decided the sword would work better as a knife in that moment.) As she was dying, I said, "You did very well... but you'll never be me."

She died, and I think I just dropped her and moved on because I was actually there to rescue a baby that might still be alive if I were lucky (it had something to do with the earlier plot I can't remember). The rest of the dream is confusing and way more disturbing, and I'm not going to get into it. To sum up, it seemed I'd failed the baby mission, but then later maybe didn't, and then perhaps in the end did, all within a few minutes.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (cray-zee)
(This was actually from several days ago... and I apparently didn't save the chat log I had hoped to use to remember more bits, but oh well.)

I had Riddick's baby, but Riddick didn't seem to be around. The dream started after the giving-birth part. The baby had normal eyes and as a newborn was already trying to keep its head up without help; I noticed because I was holding the baby upright and making sure to help with the head thing and it was like... okay wow, baby is strong! (Or stubborn.) Anyways, it was a girl, but I don't remember any name for it.

Then I knew, somehow, that Riddick was dead. And it didn't bother me at all. WTF. It was just like "okay, plot point, moving on." I also knew that aliens were supposedly coming to check on this baby at some point... a sort of friendly hello / checkup /whatever. (Did I mention this dream makes no sense? More so than normal...)

The next part I remember, it was past sunset on a beach and getting quite dark, and there were a lot of teenagers goofing off in the water. I was worried about them because the current was really strong and they didn't seem to be paying attention. Then there was suddenly this long metallic leg thing that went into the water, and I looked up and saw a big spindly metal creature with a small top bit that had a blue light coming out of it. The light was finely-focused, and it seemed to be looking around with it.

Well I figured this was one of the aliens that was supposed to come see how the baby was doing. I waved at the light as it went by me but it didn't seem to care. I was just kinda going, "Oh... that's odd..." and didn't really care either, sorta watching it. Then I got a bad feeling that maybe this was an evil alien, and it was actually here for the baby for some reason and just hadn't figured that out yet.

So I started walking off down the beach away from the alien and the other people as well. Then the blue light fixed on me and I knew this wasn't good. I ran as fast as I could but something happened and I fell forward. I was so worried I'd hurt the baby, but it seemed to be okay beyond crying. I couldn't really move, like I'd been stunned or shocked by the alien. Then the baby was gone, just gone, and I knew the alien had taken her. The alien was gone too.

There was a nondescript structure nearby and someone was hiding in the shadows next to it, some Hispanic teenager. Somehow I knew he had something to do with all this, that he was one of the bad guys. I started beating him up to get information out of him, I was so upset about losing the baby. Then some of the other people from down the beach started coming over to see what had happened, see if I was alright. I told the guy to stay in the shadows because I wasn't finished with him yet, then tried to go tell the people I was okay or something.

He didn't stay put, coming out where people could see he was all banged up. They were like, "Uh, what's going on?" He finally confessed that he had something to do with this, but all he knew was there were clues hidden back at my and Riddick's house. He said he'd show me where. I think I knew a couple of the people on the beach, but they were just kinda random dream-made friends. We went back to my house (random house of dream illogic) and the guy showed us a corner and said it was under the floorboards.

By this time it seems like I'd kinda forgotten about being upset over the baby. (Sort of like not caring about Riddick being dead??) We pulled up the floorboards without any delay and started pulling things out from a small hidden area that was probably a good 4 feet deep but not very wide. One bag that came out of a decent size, someone said was diamonds. That went nowhere, apparently... it just got set aside and the dream forgot about it. We were, after all, looking for clues, but WTF. xD

There were a bunch of screwdrivers, little ones, that were supposedly a puzzle. If we could solve it, we'd know more about the grander mystery. Again, logic failed and we also failed the puzzle just as badly. Meanwhile the evil teenager kid is just sorta sitting around and I really don't remember caring about the fact that he was there or what he did anymore. (Also, at this point, it seems like we were going through not Riddick's, but Vin Diesel's stuff, and I hadn't had his baby and I didn't know him and it was Vin's house... but yeah poor Vin was still dead. GAH.) Then I found some ziplock bags in the bottom of the hidden space that had what looked like SD cards in them (the little digital camera data storage cards). I figured there was probably data we could pull off them, something that would explain hopefully at least in part what was going on.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (down the bunny pit)
I was a man, one of the prisoners, and one of the masterminds of the excape plan. I'd worked hard on it, but the first part of the dream I actually remember was when the tunnel was ready to use and we had to move fast. It was night time, and I was right near the beginning of the tunnel in a dark shed or unused back room of some sort. The exit was out in fields beyond the enclosure, near the forest. (Definitely inspired by the movie The Great Escape even though I haven't seen or thought about it in quite a while.)

I think we had to move fast because we were afraid the alarm would be sounded early. The first person waiting to go through thought I'd want to go through first, but I whispered to them and the following people, "Go. Go!" They went, dropping the few feet into the shallow hole and scrambling along through the tunnel. More people in the line now, go, go, go! Adrenaline rush hit bigtime as the alarm sounded, but I kept telling them to go even though the people in line now were sure I'd want to leave at this point. GO!

By this point it was probably futile to get into the tunnel anyways, but there was a break in the line and I took the opening, dropping down and crawling along as fast as I could. I felt slight claustrophobia, but what I was most worried about was the last few people not making it through, and maybe not some of the people who'd gone just before me. But well, there was one way to find out, and I wasn't stopping now. The guy up ahead exited the tunnel upwards, and it seemed like he was pulled up. Had someone stayed behind to help move people out faster? It was nice to think someone else was endangering their own escape for the others.

But as I approached the hole up into the field, booted, uniformed legs and feet landed in the hole. Damn it. They belonged to a Nazi soldier, and he barked orders at me (or well, whoever was still coming out of the tunnel) to continue out. I obeyed, and my aquiescence was rewarded with not being hurt right away. The soldier pulled me up and someone else above the hole pulled me out fast, and I found myself shoved into an odd holding vehicle. I realized it must be some sort of super-economic troop transport, as I was pushed into a narrow slot created by barely-padded puke-green dividers that were quite solid, and another divider slid into place through the opening I'd been pushed through, thoroughly trapping me in somewhat tight quarters. I was fine standing, but the whole experience was rather odd.

There was the slight feeling of claustrophobia again, but it wasn't bad. I realized there were others here, at least one or two of my fellow prisoners who apparently hadn't made it either. We called to each other softly, checking up to be sure we were alright. Everyone was, beyond being disappointed and unsure of our futures, and before long the transport moved back towards the camp. I guess I was the last one out of the tunnel, or they did something else with any further escapees.

Now the transport morphed into something more like a cross between an ARMY SUV and a jeep. The backseat area had seats facing backwards behind the driver, and forwards in the back of the vehicle, so we could all face each other (as the prisoners were in the back, four of us, and two soldiers or guards were in the front). I don't think we were restrained at all, besides knowing the doors were locked. There wasn't any thought that we could escape now, at least, not from the car, and probably not from the camp again as they'd surely be watching us. And suddenly, the dream decided it was daytime and we were actually quite a ways away from the camp, returning to it.

We were talking about stuff, in English, mostly shooting the breeze as we really had no idea what we were headed for back at the camp. One of the guards said a few things as well, and I noted how good his English was. He sounded American, and when he spoke German (dream-German, lol what a mess that sounded like, mostly cuz I sure don't speak it) he seemed to stumble over it. I had just said, "I guess now we'll just have to wait for our boys in blue to come rescue us," and then I wondered... were these two guards really our guys? I think I said something like, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be..." but then the guard who'd spoken the most English started doing the German thing again, and after stumbling a little more sounded more confident in it, and the other guard, the driver, spoke back to him in the same language.

We settled back and didn't say anything else until the ride was over back in the camp. Now the vehicle had two rows of back seats facing forward more like one would expect (dream logic was failing badly by this point, and continued to). I was in one of the middle section seats, and turned to help unbuckle "Tiny" who was (instantly) one of the main group of escapees and had also failed at actually escaping. He was child-sized, and then suddenly baby-sized, and actually a baby, and I was a woman, now sitting with him on my lap in the front passenger seat.

The baby was mine, and I was so happy to spend a little time with him but was sad because he was a boy, and he had to go back to the men's side of the camp because he wasn't allowed on the women's side. I begged the driver (who was formerly the guy in the passenger seat, the one who spoke good English) to let me take my baby with me, and I said, "He looks just like a girl if I put him in a dress. I bet when you were little, your sisters dressed you like a girl or something." (I'm not sure if that half-taunt was supposed to buy me brownie points with this guy or what. I was taking chances, trying desperately to keep my son with me.)

The baby had a diaper bag of some sort, and I had him in a dress shortly thereafter and said, "See, he looks just like a girl. Please let me keep him." The driver ascented, though I could see in his eyes he wasn't sure it would really work, and wasn't looking forward to possibly getting in trouble. But at the moment he was the one calling the shots, and it seemed like nobody else was close enough to notice the mixup. I was so happy, even though it might be difficult to keep pulling off the sham if someone squealed on me or whatever, but hey, I had my baby back!

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (nightmaire)
I was a woman character who was leaving on her honeymoon, and two generic somewhat-elderly parents were saying goodbye to me and my new husband. I'm not sure if they were my parents or his, but either way we were part of a very rich family. Then some other part of the family showed up to show off their new baby. They'd even brought the doting grandparents of the child too. The (my?) father said to the other parents/grandparents of the happy newborn that they had really rotten timing. And it did seem to me like they'd shown up to try and trump our happy event with theirs. There was an older brother of the baby, much older, he looked like Kyle from The Pretender (and for the duration of the dream, he was more or less like him in every way, except not yet a convicted murder and not a product of a secret organization; his name was Kyle in the dream). He kissed the baby, he was sort of ignoring everybody else's created drama.

I became Kyle, and was playing with the baby in a room somewhere in the house after the bride and groom had left. Suddenly the baby made this expression of horrible pain, and it put its little hands to its head. (I think it was a boy, but it felt like an "it" to Kyle-me.) I yelled for my grandfather to come over (not the same guy as possible-father-of-the-bride), but when he arrived the baby was fine again. He asked me what had happened, and I was finding it hard to describe as the image of the baby's face stayed in my mind, distacting me. But I managed to say, "It looked like it was experiencing some sort of... migraine pain." The grandfather didn't believe me for a moment until the baby did it again.

This time I could feel what the baby was feeling and I realized the baby had psychic powers or something. The grandfather believed this as well and I'm not sure what happened next (grandfather sent me away?) but the next part of the dream was me wandering around outside the house through the massive grounds (swimming pool, big garden, etc) while the party from the wedding was still going on. There were people all over, a lot of extended family. The social environment annoyed me so I decided to abandon it and go to my room.

Apparently my room was located down a flight of stairs (almost like subway stairs) near the swimming pool. There were other rooms in this subterranean living space, and I passed a bathroom where someone hadn't flushed the toilet. (The toilet paper had gold edges on it and I knew they were real gold and was somewhat annoyed at the decadence the others had chosen to splurge on.) In my bathroom was the secret entrance to my room (whoo! lol) but as I spoke the security word the tile wall remained unchanged. I figured the voice recognition software hadn't recognized me as I'd spoken the word kinda softly, so I tried again. (I had Kyle's voice of course, which after waking up struck me as really cool.)

No good... strange... I decided to use the restroom while I was there, but then got disgusted enough to decide not to (this bathroom had been trashed worse than the last one). I went back topside and wandered around the garden. Something was trying to form in my brain, a realization, one that was important and probably dangerous. I sat down on the edge of a cement and tile flooring area, and stared at the bushes and dirt and randomly-cut flagstones that made up the path going through the garden.

A lady related to me (aunt? cousin?) showed up and said hello. She mentioned something about my uncle (let's call him Fred) and someone else working on the garden that morning, tearing up the flagstones. Then she left, and the thought that had been coming now had the gaps filled in. The pipes that brought water to my room and that whole underground area ran under the flagstone path. I followed the path, looking at it carefully, and at first it seemed okay but in one area, where the pipes were, the dirt had been packed back down as if it had been disturbed and replaced. And there was even one large hole area where the flagstones had been replaced over the hole (dream logic failing badly) and I couldn't quite see the pipes down there but still...

Then guess who should show up, but uncle Fred. I was pissed off, but I kept my anger calm while I went on a rambling, true-Pretender-Kyle-style accusation. I said that he'd done something to the pipes so I'd drown and also there was something about getting skunk stuff on me (which hadn't happened in the dream proper, but as soon as I said it, it was as if it was a part of the dream's past, during the party) so I'd have to go take a shower, and there was already so much water gone into the bathrooms that were supposedly damaged by "stupid partygoers."

By the end of this my uncle was steaming mad, his face was red and his eyes were huge, his lips drawn back and I knew he was going to attack me and try to kill me here. I attacked him first, but he was really strong. I had enough to do keeping him from getting any advantage, and in the meantime I was trying to get at his head so I could snap his neck. After some struggling I did, and I snapped it one way and then the other for good measure. (Clangy Silent Hill music here, very loud and scary.) My uncle should have died but it was like he was trying to snap his head back properly now, but I tried my best to keep hold of where I wanted the dream plot to go. So Kyle-me turned away and shut his eyes, sort of having a zen moment as he stood there perfectly calm and serene. I knew I had to end the dream fast, and so Kyle opened his eyes and in real life I opened my eyes as well...

...and was quite awake.


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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!