tirsdendreams: (nightmaire)
I have a doll on layaway that I should be paying off in April. He's a beautiful work of art, a 1/4 scale (if he were a real person) flower with a human face and body, with long delicate petal arms and petals on his head. For some reason I dreamed he arrived home last night, though it was daytime in the dream. I think someone was over, either my kid brother or Nightweaver (or possibly switched between one and the other at some point).

I got him out of the box and although the resin style of his body didn't make sense (it made so little sense I can't really even describe it), I thought it was normal in the dream. But as I held him, he started cracking in tiny fissures like spreading earthquake lines. I remember thinking, "Oh no, I'm going to have to tell MoC and get him replaced!" but I was most confused over how on earth he was even breaking like that.

I don't remember the rest.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(Forgot to post this last week)

I was some sort of female mutant (as in, X-Men) dressed in a sexy skin-tight thing (with a body to match), and I crashed out a window high above a steep, snowy mountainside. I was fighting Wolverine, and as we were pretty much falling down the mountain it was looking like a battle to the death. I landed on my back at the bottom of a very long cliffside, and he landed on top of me, ready to kill with those nasty claws of his.

I stopped struggling and blinked and said something like, "I'm far enough away now... the mind can't control me anymore..." and he realized I'd been under the influence of someone up in the ski resort or whatever was up on the top of the mountain (I really don't remember what it was, just that it had windows as I obviously went through one).

Well, it was good timing I'd broken away from the controlling force at this point, because our battle had started an avalanche that was now roaring down towards us. I asked Wolverine if he could still use some sort of energy shield (that made sense to the dream logic back-plot I guess), and he said yes. I told him to use it now, and I added my powers to his as he summoned a protective force field just above us. I added so much power to it that I passed out, but it was probably the only way to keep us alive at that point. The force field turned to solid ice (related to my power, apparently) and grew so large it covered the entire mountainside around and below us.

My dream perspective switched to Wolverine's, as he was now under this icy shield that had also covered the surface of the ground below him. He had the woman he'd been battling in his arms, and knew he was on his own saving her as she had blacked out. Some of her power had apparently made a nice twisty slide-tunnel through this icy shielding stuff, and Wolverine-me was currently sliding down it. I got stuck in a corner though, and truly unsure of where this tunnel was going, I kicked through the side of it. This put me sliding through a wide but low expanse of air caught under the ice shield. There were spikey, small stalagmites and stalagtites formed of ice in here, and I was worried about hitting them as they looked like they could cause a good amount of pain. (Dream logic apparently forgot Wolverine can regenerate, or he was worried about the girl.)

I decided I wanted to stop this crazy slide down the mountainside, and managed to slide into a larger stalagmite. I tried to kick at the roof of the ice but wasn't getting anywhere. Then I saw very bright light on the other side, and the ice started cracking and chunks of it were pulled away or fell through. Beyond the hole that formed were my other mutant friends, someone who could focus sunlight (the person who'd melted the ice) and others who were using brute force to pull the chunks out. They grabbed one of my arms and pulled me and the girl out.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (old black magik)
(I'm writing this fast from my scrawled notes in a notebook, on a public computer, so please forgive total lack of proofreading and editing.)

I was a child in an orphanage? There was an elderly lady who ran things. We were all supposed to be in bed but I had this idea (from somewhere) that my parents had left a way for me to contact them. And it was important to do so, I knew it. I was able to get into the attic and I found a mirror and I knew this was the special thing. I sat on my knees in front of it and said, "Mommy, Daddy? It's me, [whatever my name was in the dream]." I saw faint, shadowy-ghostly images of them appear to my right and left but somewhere behind me in the mirror image. But suddenly the mirror fell over in front of me, face down, and the mirror part broke into tiny pieces.

A friend of mine (another orphan in the home) had the power to fix things. (The 4400 came to mind at this point in the dream, it's like we all had powers but I hadn't discovered mine yet and I think the whole mirror/parents thing was going to tell me that I could do magic or something... so throw in Harry Potter world references too lol). My friend fixed the mirror and more of my friends arrived, so all of our special group was there. Four or five of us I think.

This time in the mirror we saw Sean Connery, Richard Pryor, and a woman actress who I've forgotten now. We saw back and forth head shots of them, and they were dressed in fancy Victorian England style. The whole thing was lit up like bright TV too. It suddenly started raining on the people in the "show" and only right on them, you could see it was like a rain machine was on just on top of them or something. Then it started hailing too, but just on Richard Pryor who started yelling words of confused pain, and it seemed like he couldn't move to get out of the way.

I'm not sure what happened next but we went on some sort of crazy magical quest between what's best described as small, semi-nonsensicle dimensions. I remember a lady dressed a bit like a carnival magician or a dancer with a similar outfit (top hat and cane). (The cane appeared several times during the dream and as it was repeated at crucial times I started realizing there was something important about it, but didn't know what.) There was also a little blonde-haired girl that I think we were magically pulled away from before we could learn anything from her.

I was separated from the group for some reason but part of my quest involved looking into a door that was painted like a big black swirly vortex. Doing so drew me into it (think special effects for being sucked into a black hole) and I was able to travel safely through the thing via magic. It was a bit like flying, and kinda fun.

I found myself in the same room as my friends, it looked like a hallway with a whole bunch of doors. My friends had all come through at least one of those doors, and there were scary evil monsters trying to follow them, but the doors were holding for the moment.

The fixer kid did a happiness check (I was reading the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons Player Handbook v3.5 last night which no doubt inspired this concept) and succeeded. It seems like every child had to do this once in their respective rooms or adventure circumstances, but we could only do it once, and I hadn't done mine yet. Anyways, fixer kid managed to get the doors to magically combine into one big set of double doors. And they were still, no monsters trying to break through.

We listened carefully and could hear the steady tap of what sounded like a cane on the floor somewhere past the doors and to the left. I figured we were on the right track and just maybe we'd find the person who was key to all this. We opened the door and all walked into the room and to the left. Here was a cozy Victorian English sitting area with couches and a highbacked upholstered chair around a round rug. There was an old lady in the chair (who looked like Grandma Wendy from "Hook") who had the cane, and a well-dressed man sitting on the couch to her right. I had a feeling we had reached the crux of our quest... the reason why we'd been taken on this ride.

The old woman stood up to talk to us and as we asked her things like why this was going on she said everything we'd seen had been manufactured purposely so we'd see what they wanted us to see. For instance, the little girl from earlier was actually a woman who had been acting from the waist up and the rest of her hidden below the floor. The old woman said something like, "In that sence, as soon as you left, the little girl Jane died."

I wanted to do a happiness check, I felt this was the room I was meant to do it in. But the old woman said it was impossible for me to do one here, due to what she had revealed. Plus, she had more to tell us...

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
Most of this dream was completely nonsensical but the interesting part was that I was some sort of random female Hogwarts student, not my real self, and I'd say about 13 years old or younger. I was trying to beat Snape to something at the bottom of a dungeon (random D&D style dungeon lol), thinking he was evil and going to do something very bad. I used a rickety ancient wooden elevator contraption to go down a long shaft full of twisty old vines; the whole place seemed lit with this eerie green glow coming from somewhere unknown (moss? the presence of an evil power?).

I got to the lowest point the elevator would go to and saw a passage with more tangly vines all through it ahead, but enough room to squeeze through under the vines. (Below the elevator the shaft continued and was very dark.) I didn't make it very far, I was stepping off the elevator as it suddenly started to fall apart. I fell off the edge, grabbing a vine, but it tore loose and I fell.

My descent stopped almost as soon as it began, and Snape was above me, he'd caught my wrist. I realized then that he wasn't evil, that he would have let me die otherwise. He'd been trying to catch up to me to tell me. (I dunno exactly how he was not falling with me, maybe he was floating or had gotten a good hold on the vines above or something... that part of the dream is unclear.) He helped me get over to the edge of the pit. It turned out we were both on the same quest with the same good intentions, so I joined up with him and we started towards the vine-choked passage.

I don't remember anymore.

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tirsdendreams: (just breathe)
I was sitting with Bruce Wayne at a party of some sort, I'd call it a dinner party but it was daytime. The table was round and had a white tablecloth. It was just the two of us at that table, and there was a lamp/chandelier hanging above us. Other people were seated at similar tables around the room.

Suddenly the clown/jester girl who's the Joker's sidekick shows up (I forget her name, she's in Batman: The Animated Series). She hangs a piñata from the lamp above our table and starts yelling "It's piñata time! It's piñata time!" She gets out a stick and is makes like she's going to hit it. This whole time I'm thinking, this is rather inappropriate for a gathering like this, or at least for this moment in the party. Then I notice that there is green smoke or mist coming out of a small nozzle near the top of the piñata.

People around us start couging and dying and crap and Bruce and I managed to hold our breaths in time but still got some of whatever's in the air. We're trying to crawl towards the windows, and make it to one that reaches all the way down to the floor. One of us breaks it (maybe he did, I really don't remember) and we crawl outside. It seems like the gas in our lungs has an adverse reaction to fresh air for a moment, as if that was some sort of built in added-nastiness, so we try not to breathe for a moment longer. Then, while I'm gasping for breath and trying to regain my strength, Bruce goes back in to see if he can help anyone or fight the bad guys or something.

Then the dream shifted weirdly, to some sort of ice-age thing still somehow related to the Batman concept. I remember sliding down a long tunnel/slide inside of a bunch of ice or a glacier, and as I went down it I saw flying saucers and vague alien monster shapes frozen in the ice above (most likely a reference to the movie Ice Age). Then I came out under water, under a fairly thick sheet of ice, and was worried I would drown. Someone broke the ice... I think they pulled me out...

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
This dream was set around the Great Depression but not during it. Probably either just before, or a little after. Anyways, there was a husband and wife, and the husband went to work and the wife was washing the dishes. But there was something wrong, she was losing it, going crazy a little at a time and this was one of those moments where she was finally truly going insane. There was a crash, had she thrown a glass at a wall or something? But all I could see was the plastic tub of water she'd had the dishes sitting in to be rinsed (it was full of clean water)... it was on the floor where she'd apparently dropped it. Nothing was broken from what I could see, but the wife didn't seem to care about what she'd done.

Here's where I come in, at least, as more than a bodiless observer. I'm the child of this couple, about eight or nine years old, a fairly good little girl. Mommy is making me porridge, but she's still working on the dishes (I think she's gotten that tub off the floor before anyone could see it) and she spills some dish soap. She gets mad at herself and cleans it up but then puts a little in the bowl she's going to serve my breakfast in. She mixes it up and gives it to me and it tastes funny and I spit it out. I say I don't want to eat it, and I have realized that she is trying to kill me but I play along like I don't know this and I beg to play outside. She's trying to get me to eat more but I go out the back door (it's a sliding glass door) and skip across the yard trying not to go too fast so she'll still think I'm oblivious to what she's doing. I'm actually quite afraid that she'll try and kill me in a more direct and physical way, a battle I will surely lose.

"I want to go swimming in the creek Mommy!" I keep saying over and over as I skip towards the water running along the back line of our property. It's just deep enough that my good swimming skills will give me the edge and let me get away from her by swimming down the creek. The current is fast, too, plus I'm hoping it dawns on her that she could say, "Oh, alright, let's go swimming," and think she can drown me or something, and then tell Daddy it was a horrible accident. As I reach the creek, this does occurr to her. But this is my moment to escape, and so off down the creek I swim, although some of it is not really deep enough to suit my needs but either way, there's no stopping now, I'm running/swimming for my life.

The creek goes by the park I play in sometimes and I get out there, tearing across the grass past the swingsets and there's a ballpark there too. I'm screaming for help, but inside I know I'm a child with a mother who's got a false reputation for being a decent person (or nobody here knows and would assume wouldn't really be trying to kill me). Who's going to believe me? I can't stop and talk to anyone really, because if I do that, Mommy will catch up and say something like, "Oh she's just throwing a fit because I wouldn't let her do something," and I'll be as good as dead. I keep running and screaming although I know if I scream too much I might run out of energy, so I time my shouts for help a few moments apart.

I've made it to the streets of town, and I'm trying to find a police man. I see one but he drives off before I can reach him. Then I'm on one of the main streets and there is a bank that was apparently just robbed, so this is where all the police are but they are busy with the crime that just happened and ignore me because I'm just some annoying brat. But then I find this guy who is a private detective and I tell him what's happening and he believes me! He helps me to run away, picking me up and running down the sidewalk away from the bank, away from Mommy. It's getting dark now and the detective has to put me down for some reason and we are both running and I look back and right behind us is a big man who looks very angry and is chasing us. And somehow I know Mommy has hired him. I get this sure feeling she's pulling out all the stops now, she just wants me dead and doesn't care how it's done.

I run out into the street, and there is a car coming up behind me. I keep running along the street right in front of the car, too scared to think properly anymore. A view inside the car: it's police men! And for a surreal moment they are just staring at my back as I run along just in front of them, unaware that the headlights behind me are anybody helpful, I think it's just a car. Then they turn the lights on, blue and strawberry red, and I remember that I have candy in my pocket. I stop in front of the police car and they stop too. I eat the red candy first because somehow it's important, and it tastes so good. Then I eat the next one under it (they're lined up kind of like Mentos or Lifesavers, but this is a gummy candy) because it's blue, but I don't eat the last one because it's not a color of the police lights. And then I faint. I know that because I fainted, the police will keep me safe because something that was physically and emotionally demanding enough on me to make me faint must surely be worth investigating.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (<3)
A strange title for a strange dream. It started in a canyon-ish cave system, kind of like the red rock area in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where the hidden temple was at the end of the movie. It seems like I and some companions were hiding, but I don't remember what from. I found this smallish critter that had a really fat body but was very agile, and it climbed all over me. I was worried because it was a wild animal and wasn't sure what it was going to do. It seemed quite taken with me though, and when it reached my face, it started licking my lips like there was no tomorrow. At least it wasn't trying to kill me... it was almost like a mother trying to wash a kid's face. I managed to get the thing off my face and it contented itself with a deathgrip on my hand and licked my fingers instead. Guess it thought I needed a bath.

The next thing I remember was later in the dream, don't know what happened to the licking-happy critter. I was standing in a stone courtyard that appeared to be in disrepair. My brother Jamie was there, and we found a turtle near a round stone fountain that was set in the middle of the courtyard. The turtle was all green, like he had been dyed or painted, and the color itself seemed to inhibit the turtle's movements. Then his shell started to fall apart, it came off entirely and broke into pieces. Either me or Jamie put them back on and they seemed to refit together and begin healing. I think we left the turtle on the ledge by the water, afraid that putting him in the water would mess with his shell.

Then I remember playing EverQuest, as my dwarf warrior, but it was like I was really in the game. I was killing stuff by myself for fun, I remember being in a cave dungeon (I though it was a redone version of Sol B if anyone plays the game and knows the reference) and I killed three orcs. They considered green (easy fight, no experience), light blue (fairly easy), and green (but the last one still gave me experience, which happens rarely in EverQuest). The loot on the first one was a +75 mana necklace that looked like the platinum sapphire necklace in the game. I was very happy to find that, because the odds were good that it was way more mana than the necklaces on most of my caster characters, if not all of them. The second orc's loot was one spikey shoulder pad armor piece, I remember thinking it must be fairly new but it was probably crap even though it looked cool. I took it.

The last orc had a couple more pieces of the funky spikey armor, and also a complete set of white cloth armor obviously designed for a wizard. In fact there was a hat in the set that looked kinda Gandalf-ish, but more like the wizard hats from Final Fantasy XI (or the one Black Mage wears in various FF games). I was thinking the stuff may not be worth hauling around because it would take up a lot of inventory space and I was sure it wasn't worth much... but then I thought I'd make a new character, a wizard. I'd make Kaesora (my multipurpose roleplay character, she's an albino elven sorceress) and she'd be fun to dork around with since there was actually some all-white gear I could put on her (in my stories her normal outfit is white).

So I had just finished deciding to take all the loot when I heard some friends yelling at me, they wanted me to come play with them, so I should meet them at the entrance to the dungeon. I thought I knew the way... I jumped down further into the dungeon and ended up on the goblin side (apparently there were two factions ruling this dungeon, orcs on one side and goblins on the other). Crap! I knew this meant I'd gone the wrong way, and the stuff on this end was higher level.

The dream gets sort of fuzzy here, it seems like I met up with my friends just in time to fight some sort of big boss monster. But now the game changed and it was a quasi-table-top RPG, but we were still actually IN the game. Like, little people moving along a messed up chessboard-like playing area. I knew we were on a table though. Some pieces of the chessboard stuff floated here and there by themselves. We used the squares marked out by the chessboard pattern to count how far we could move each turn. And if you pushed a bad guy off the board and onto the floor, they'd die and not come back.

I made it to the big boss's area, which was half way between the floor and the table (I jumped down to get there). My buddies were trying to make it to me, and I remember Jamie rolling dice and hitting the boss (so he was now part of the game). The boss lost a bunch of pieces of himself, he was sort of a weird 3D bubble man thing. As the other parts of his body slowly came back towards him, all that was there at the moment was his torso. I was now Kaesora, the version I'd been planning to make for EverQuest, and it's like when we started the table-top RPG we'd all chosen mid-level characters instead of starting at level 1, sort of a test run for later games.

I used an ice spell against the boss. I rolled a bunch of dice (and I mean a bunch) and I remember some of them were pink. My total roll was 57. Then we had to look up the rules to figure out what my spell had hit for... and eventually figured out I had to multiply my roll by 105. Dang, nice hit! But right then the boss pushed me off the board, and I fell. I remember hitting the floor and dying, my body got all tingly and faded away and I remember what I could see faded to black. But I wasn't worried because it was like I had several lives (like a video game) or maybe even indefinite lives, and that I'd be respawning on the board, but probably back at the beginning, on the far side of the table from the boss fight.

Then I woke up.

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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!