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I started as myself. I think my kid brother and some random child were playing with toys that were a mix of Union-side civil war soldiers and feudal Japanese samurai, ninjas, that sort of thing. The Union soldiers were the good guys and the Japanese were the evil side. I commented on the strangeness of the battle mix, finding it nonsensicle but amusing.

Then the battle was real and I was in the thick of it. I think I was some sort of female, high-ranking officer (or at times, a generic soldier) on the Union side, and we were trying to hold a much-blasted fort on a beach. The sky was overcast but for the moment it was daytime. We were doing pretty badly, and it seemed like reinforcements were coming on the bad guy side. Not only that, but the Japanese were allied with Nazis... the Japanese were just the first wave. There was a general feeling in the air that we were so very screwed, especially if we couldn't last through this first wave.

By nightfall things had gotten so bad we were literally split up into single-combat against the invading force who were very much inside the fort walls now. I defeated my opponent but didn't kill him, and apparently he was someone important because all the other bad guys stopped fighting and watched. I told them all to leave, and they did, and then more samurai showed up. A bunch of the other guys on my side were freaking out, thinking this was yet more battle and we were so trashed the odds were very good this was it for us.

I was watching carefully and I realized as these guys marched right into our fort that they were a gift from the guy I'd defeated. How nice! They were here to fight for us, and it seemed like the other people we'd been fighting had withdrawn completely. The new samurai would answer to me, apparently, but just then we saw in the distance, far up the beach, what was surely a Nazi landing party. A lot of lights... gods, they had brought vehicles of some type. Samurai presents or not, we were so far outdated and outclassed, this wasn't going to work. (This sounds like an episode of the Twilight Zone or Outer Limits or something lol.)

The initial front of Nazi troops looked like it was going to be scouts on motorcycles. Since they were still far off, we decided... to hide? Dream logic decided there was no more fort, troops besides me, and the samurai squad became a bunch of non-armored asian people, like a small family. At least I was still a soldier but, seriously, what the hell? Alright, so yes, we're definitely opting for "hide" at this point. Except we're in the middle of a very large beach... yay, lots of damp, grey sand. At least there is apparently a large amount of fabric (randomly) and so we hide under it and try not to move.

I'm thinking the pattern on the fabric (a lot of white and colors) is going to still be waaay too obvious... plus, one of the people under this thing is a little girl who's scared and making too much noise. I start singing very softly, someting totally random and wordless. This works, so now it's just me singing softly and for now, the Nazis on the loud motorcycles won't hear it.

Dream logic may have had some go by us, and then... reversed things... so the bad guys were again far away. Meanwhile the other adults under the fabric moved around a lot for some reason. After they stilled again, I remember looking up from under the fabric, thinking this is such a very bad idea and noticing that the motorcycle headlights were still really far away, and not coming nearly as fast as I'd thought. And then I realized the only people left under the thing were myself and the little girl. The nerve of those others, leaving us behind like that! Especially the kid. That's so low I can't even...

Anyways, at this point I figure it's time to bail. I pick the girl up and carry her piggy-back style as fast as I can towards the non-sand which seems still too far away but we make it. This area has a lot of grass, some random thin, branchy logs, and very little brush that would be so very nice for cover at this point. So I'm obviously still not happy with the situation, and I'm trying to keep down enough that I'm almost crawling sometimes, using my hands to speed my progress along as I run as fast as I can considering the conditions.

There are random single-motorcycle patrols here. I avoid them for a few minutes but one finally finds me. I... think the guy asks me something? I'm not even sure we speak the same language. (Memory of this encounter is fuzzy.) I think he told me to stay put, that he was going to go get some sort of commanding officer. Oh. Right. Sure, I'll sit here really nice. Yeah, this girl here, and me, we're just scared (and stupid) and sure mister! As soon as he's far enough away I'm running with the kid on my back again.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (cray-zee)
I am Riddick. I wake up, finding myself in a mental hospital. Ah. Yeah. Familiar, but I'm new here. I've just been drugged after a fight with a patient. My only thought now is "I want out" and it is not nighttime yet. But no nurses or orderlies, just me in the room. I am able to leave through the door (did I break it? I think it was unlocked) and walk quickly down a hall into a room I shouldn't be allowed into. Hell, I shouldn't be allowed out of my room without supervision. They'll be looking for me any second now. This new room is all white and not unlike looking through the inside of a bunch of subway train cabins connected together somehow and there are also large bits of semi-transparent sheet plastic hanging from things. I don't like this area, the way it feels; sense danger but can't see it. Another door, move on to the next room.

This room is bigger, much bigger and all white as well. Big-time feeling of imminent doom. Something coming? Climb up on something (thought this room was mostly empty but reached the ceiling somehow... large bookshelf?). Thin pipes running along ceiling, just enough space to grab them but they don't really go convenient places. Keep trying, out of options. Can't give up now. Able to move along ceiling some, and there are emergency sprinklers here and there. Monster released into room; minotaur perhaps. Too busy trying to unscrew bits of sprinklers. Success, water all over now, careful not to slip please... able to keep grip on pipes. Ceiling getting wet too and weak enough to pull chunks out of.

Drop the refuse on the floor, hanging there by one arm and still pulling layers down. Able to pull up into crawlspace between floors; very little room. Try to find weak spot above, know I need to keep moving even though safer now. Every second counts. Succeed in finding new place to yank flooring out of; work through it only to find large stable and exercise area for mean-ass bull. It doesn't notice me at first, or it smells me but is coming towards me slow enough I can duck quickly back in hole and move along crawlspace to rip up through the floor somewhere else.

Outside now, somehow, must have found the right spot and Kyra is here. Got out a different way? Yes, Kyra's been here for a while or something; doesn't occur to me this isn't really right. No time to catch up (though we do talk, maybe others trying to escape but don't seem to have made it?)... let's move. Thought everything was okay now but then spot a sniper on a complicated fire escape; guy is one of (female) slam boss's top dogs. Run like hell across trashed-out area, dive for cover past a building but one of the shots hits me... follow Kyra over barbed-wire fence, hurting bad and pretty much fall over other side. She's trying to talk to me, seems superficial words, but now trying to help me along. Here we go, another open area between buildings and beyond that is freedom, yes? I'm suddenly dressed in leather and metal straps, and she's wearing even less (looks like chains). She has a whip I think. We are congratulating each other on escaping, she's not helping me anymore, I'm walking fine. She goes over the wall or fence here first and I follow.

Now where the hell am I? War. Everywhere. I'm in the middle of very open ground and people are dying. Not my fight, but taking fire as the enemy notices me. They don't know which side I'm on. Are some of these involved in the mental hospital? I think one side is, but this is all something much bigger now. Not what the patients are supposed to see. (Duh?) Nobody can tell who I am or what my story is. I'm just a living target on a battlefield...

Dive into a hole in the ground barely big enough for cover but it will work. Beats getting shot. Then someone is looking in the hole. It is the "good guys," they are fighting the evil that owns the mental hospital (do they even know?). They are at first cautious knowing I might not trust them. But they point out, what choice do I have? My injuries are present again, or I am noticing them again now, or I got shot again, I don't know. There is a girl, important to the leader or someone high-up, his daughter maybe? She is assigned to take me to a tent in their camp to see to my wounds. Place reminds me of desert nomads in a movie or something.

I sit on a cot and she does her thing. Bandaged now... my arm? Side? Leg? Don't really know. Just know I feel better. Much better. Woman is hot, but I want out of here. Out of all of it. I leave through the back of the tent and she doesn't stop me. Seems to understand. But now, I'm not sure what to do. In return for their services they are expecting me to do something for them? Or give them information on the place I escaped from? Do they even know a mental hospital is involved in all this? I don't care, I'm not staying here.

Then I woke up.


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tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was Commander Riker of Star Trek: The Next Generation and I was with Wesley Crusher on a mission to get something from a space station. There was a battle going on in space nearby involving the Enterprise. (I saw the ship more than once, and every time it was lit up as if by disco lights and the surface was very shiny. The whole dream was fairly trippy like that. Lots of bright colors and stuff.) Whatever we were looking for had been stolen from the station (it was empty, there was nobody around and we knew the station would be destroyed shortly). I realized there was no way off the station but Wesley openned a small clear door on the wall and behind it were two tubes of what looked like green Kool-Ade. He gave me one and said, "Drink up, it'll warp us back to the ship." He drank his right up and disappeared. I'd never heard of anything like this but obviously it worked, so I started drinking.

The flavor was very strong and somewhat overpowering, I only made it half way through before I had to take a breath. Time and space started to blend around me and there were lots of double images. I could see the bridge of the Enterprise where the drink was trying to take me, but I hadn't finished it. I drank the rest as fast as I could but it was hard considering the warp effect and the nausea from disorientation and the not-so-great drink taste. I finished it and appeared fully on the Enterprise bridge.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I believe I was a man or male character throughout this dream. I was in a small Alliance peasant town and becoming part of a small army forming to repell an invading Horde force that we knew would be arriving shortly. I don't really remember the typical World Of Warcraft races though, it was like we were all random extras from Braveheart (specifically, the Scottish rebels). This includes the enemy, except for the big boss (who I didn't see at this point and didn't know was leading the other side).

The town was set up on a little hill with a forest behind it, and below was grassland in a valley and then another forest up the hill beyond, where the Horde would be appearing from. And yes, they did appear. Both sides drew up their battle lines across from each other in the bottom of the valley (and at this point I'm wishing I'd scrounged up a shield, all I had was a sword). We were quite close to the opposing faction, maybe ten feet away from their line at the most. But then, there weren't really all that many of us, maybe twenty or thirty to each side.

I was sort of leading this thing, so I yelled "CHARGE!" and we charged the enemy first. Then it's like my battle experience was vaguely based off what I've done in reality, and since the real me is not at all trained in battle of this style (or any style, LOL), I remember doing a lot of shallow stabs and cuts to enemies, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working. Everyone else was fighting in this same way too. Several of the enemy broke through the line during the fighting, and were met closer to town (or in town) by backup fighters we had ready for such an occurrence. During the fighting I managed to pick up a discarded knife and so now I had two weapons, the sword in my right hand and the knife in my left. I used both to my advantage.

The big boss of the other side, an undead warrior who was actually fairly infamous throughout the lands, had broken through as well. I'd now seen him but had lost track of him. I and the allies who still stood nearby managed to win out where we were, still about at the original line of battle. I moved back towards one of the outer buildings of town, helping clean up the few Horde stragglers as I went along. There was a large area of grass by this building, and it's here where the evil boss appeared. I confronted him, and this turned into a one-on-one showdown with the others looking on (just my guys, because the boss was the only Horde left alive and it's like I was the only one on my side left who was capable of taking him on).

I don't remember being injured before this last fight, but during the battle with the boss I got quite a few cuts. But I hit him more, and in the end he was lying on the ground by the building unable to move. There was half a thought of showing mercy (did someone watching suggest it?) but the evil guy swore he'd hunt me and my children and my children's children and blah blah blah I dropped my knife and took one big huge swipe down with my bigger sword, cutting off his head completely. I pushed the head away from the body a little and told the cleanup crew to burn the remains separately. This guy was undead and if it was done wrong, he had a chance to come back.

I don't remember any more.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
It was wartime. I'm thinking maybe colonial days, but not sure. It sort of had a timeless feel to it. I was helping train new recruits at a camp somewhere with a lot of snow. There were a few buildings, and a very large clear area surrounded by a forest. It was daytime as we were all heading back from a training session of some sort. There were probably twenty to thirty of us, fifty at the most (hard to count in dreams). We heard that we were about to be attacked by the enemy, or that we surely would be as they were headed straight for our camp even though they were probably only travelling to some other battle. There were fifteen hundred of them. I kept thinking there were about a hundred of us, but like I said, there were really a lot less of us than that. Either way, the odds that we'd all live through the day were nonexistant.

But as the enemy army rushed the camp we met them head on. The thought went through my mind that we could just be shooting each other (so there was gun technology of some sort) but apparently the thing to do at close range was sword fight. Mayhem ensued, and it became obvious that I was the best fighter of the lot; and being female, that was quite an accomplishment, in fact I think it was totally abnormal that a woman was part of the ranks at all. I guess that's why I was an instructor, because I was that good. Anyways, I remember chopping a lot of people's heads off, as that guaranteed the enemy soldier wouldn't have a chance to continue fighting. And with the staggering odds against us, we had to take down as many of the enemy as we could without worrying about the wounded having a second chance to take any of us out.

There were some losses on my side, of course, but massive carnage for the other side. Especially after I met up with this guy who had a huge sword, longer than a claymore. He was doing a lot of damage to my side, so I took him out and picked up his sword. Heheee... lots of bad guys died after that. My sword was so strong it broke a lot of other guys' swords. The tide of the battle turned, and it started to look like we might actually win!

Then I saw someone in the crowd I knew, and he was on the enemy's side. It was the stupid guy from A Knight's Tale, and I was suddenly the main character (the knight) from the same movie. Which means, yes, I switched genders. WOOT! Anyways, the guy recognized me and I didn't really want to kill him because we were friends, so I asked him if he wanted to surrender/defect. Right then, the fatter guy from the movie (who sews the knight's ball outfit) showed up too, he was also on the enemy side. We came to a consensus that the dwindling ranks of the enemy should probably join our side before we killed them all off, assuming they'd be loyal to us instead of whomever was their overlord. The fighting was called to a halt, and we all trudged off into a building to discuss terms.

While in the building, we made promises to those willing to defect, and it seemed like they were all happy to change sides. But to be sure, I called out, "Anyone who does not wish to defect had better speak up now." Three guys stoically raised their hands. I looked at my boss, who was (or looked like) Chaucer from A Knight's Tale, and he nodded at me as I asked him if I should take them outside and take care of them. "Yes, kill them," he said to me quietly.

Back outside in the snow it was starting to get dark. The edge of the forest wasn't very far away. I killed the first enemy soldier before they had much time to think. I still had that wickedly long sword. The other two got smart and ganged up on me, and managed to break my sword (doh!!!). I picked up the closest weapon while still holding my broken sword, and it was another broken sword. I used both, as they was better than nothing. One of the guys threw random knives at me a couple of times, but I dodged both. I got knocked to the ground during the melee but fell right by two axes, the smaller one I threw at one of the guys and got him right in the chest as he was charging at me, and then finished him off with the other.

The last guy was a bit unnerved that it was just me and him left, but I still didn't have a decent weapon because both axes were stuck in the dead guy. The enemy hesitated so I ran like mad for a cluster of bodies, knowing there had to be better weapons around there somewhere. I remember thinking it was probably chicken to run like that, except that I didn't care because I was still gonna fight the guy, I just needed a better weapon. Duh! The only dangerous part of running like that was that he might be smart enough and good enough to chuck a knife in my back while I ran (the thought of guns had long since fallen out of the dream, I don't think the technology existed at this point). But he didn't. And I did find a decent, average sword finally, and as night fell I squared off with the last remaining opponent.

This guy was actually better than anybody else I'd had to deal with that day. And the weird thing is, as we were fighting it got so dark we could barely see, and yet it appeared that there was a light source shining from the hilts of our swords towards the blades, but it wasn't very bright. (Yeah, I know, it sounds like a lightsaber ripoff but really, it didn't look like that, the light was very dim). We had more trouble with weapons breaking, both of us, and I eventually found this thing that looked really foreign to me (I was thinking Russian or Mongol). It was sort of a wicked one-sided blade with an overly long hilt wrapped in material or leather (it was probably inspired by a knife I saw a guy cutting tomatoes with last night on Food Network).

I'm not sure when, but somewhere in this last fight I was finally injured. Yeah, about time someone hit me. I was still fighting though, and the dream began to end as I had the upper hand in the battle. I think I killed him but I'm not sure.

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!