tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was Riddick, but the time period and setting were rather strange. I think it was supposed to be in the past at first, medieval China. I had a "friend," some handsome guy whose name I can't remember, who I think I was a bodyguard for or something. I went with him to see this rich guy who collected ancient artifacts. My friend did this as well. We both knew the other guy was up to something shady but at this point we were seeing what we could without ruffling feathers, and the dude was nice enough to show off some stuff in his mansion.

That night, I went back and snuck around after dark and found a document and a shard of pottery that were major clues and a ton of information (I don't remember what it was related to, though). This was in a large gallery room where a lot of the artifacts were kept under glass or in displays. I went out a door and the next area on my way out was a huge indoor cavern almost, and to the right there was ancient ruins I couldn't see very well into, but there was some kind of ritual going on.

It was like the "bad guy" (the dude who was showing us around earlier) was having some kind of cosplay fantasy thing and pretending that the princess he was obsessed with was finally returning his attentions. It sounded a bit like a theatrical production, in which he and whoever was playing the girl sang a mix of "Hellfire" from Disney's Hunchback Of Notre Dame (especially the final line "she will burn!") and the part of Disney's The Little Mermaid where Ariel gives her voice to the sea witch.

Weird... so I headed left, as I knew that was the way out, and the bad guy's servant was just leaving the ritual and I could still hear him singing but he cut off as he saw me leaving. Oops. Not long later I hit the last door to the outside and surprised a guard coming through the other way, so the jig must be up. I pulled the guard through the door and he lost his spear in the process. I can't remember if I fast-killed him or not, I was more intent on getting the eff out since I had already been identified. I was also not worried about having been identified even though I was known to be working with my friend. I guess it was okay by the mission's parameters, like he could say I went rogue and he had no idea what I was doing (or maybe with the document it wouldn't matter).

I ended up in a large courtyard and found a quick way onto the slate-tile roofs that rimmed that courtyard. There were guards with bows and arrows but with the darkness and my speed I was able to take the short route along the roofs and leap off the far side without getting hit. There was some question in the dream logic at this point as to whether I'd hurt myself in the fall; I ignored that bit and kept running and the dream forgot about it.

At this point I "remembered" I had a wild black stallion who was my horse and was currently running free through the hills so I summoned him with a whistle. No saddle or anything, aaand off we went. Mission accomplished. There was some weirdness about chilling with the horse after and eating tomato sandwiches, in which my character was no longer Riddick but some random guy.

Then it was the next morning and I was seeing things from a pseudo-movie perspective. It was now modern day (dream logic fail) and my friend was walking around a small factory or workshop that I think he owned, somewhere in the US (New York perhaps). He was thinking, and in his thoughts made a reference to the fact that Riddick had "pulled it off nicely" last night. So yeah, it was like there were currently no repercussions against my friend.

The friend was then on his way to a party that hadn't started yet, and arrived there where this blonde lady who was fairly caught up in being properly fashionable told him her hair was a wreck even though he complimented her on it. Apparently she'd had it dyed "blonde-black" which was some sort of light blue-silver color in the end, and had to tell her hairdresser to redo it. So it was looking a bit fried but at least generally blonde again. She was tasting hors d'oeuvres coming to her from the kitchen for the upcoming party, and some kind of savory thing (a mini-pie or quiche maybe? can't remember) went over very well but not a single-serving coffee cake.

Then I woke up.


tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
I was an Asian woman (possibly in Korea?) somewhere before the Industrial Revolution, in the town square of the small village where I lived. I was holding a young boy who couldn't have been more than two years old, who I think was a friend's child I was watching for the day while they were away. A European-style carriage came into town and stopped in the square, and everyone getting out of it seemed very nervous. Also, people around the village were now also acting scared, but I didn't understand why. It was like they all "got it," and I didn't. And yet, they weren't doing anything but standing around worriedly.

I asked the people near me what was going on, and they gave me wary looks for even asking. One lady came closer and whispered very quietly in my ear, "Shao Li." I knew then that this was a fearsome warlord who was known to leave no survivors. I think everyone around me didn't expect to get away, and were thus waiting to hope for mercy or a quick death. Uhh, whatever! I turned around and booked it for the far edge of town, keeping a tight hold on the little boy.

There were some trees beyond that and then a deep valley with hills afterwards, and as I started crossing the valley I heard gunshots ring out from the village. So much for mercy. I was worried that maybe the warlord used dogs to find any stragglers, but would they pick up my trail or just be confused by all the scents in town? If I could remain unseen, nobody would know I was out here. I followed just to the left of a creek cutting its way up the far side of the valley, and could see some encroaching shrubbery that made a nice tunnel along that waterway with room to walk on the side I was on. This also led into deeper forest.

Logic was breaking down by now. I remember looking back and seeing a modern-day freeway with a few cars going by, on the back-left side of the valley behind me. I reached the sheltering overhang and kept running along the waterway, and eventually out into some more grass broken up by rocky outcroppings and more bits of forest. Things started to fall apart worse when I tried to feed the little boy something, and I know in the meantime it did seem like there were enemy scouts out looking for us, or guessing there was someone who had escaped.

Although I woke up before any sort of resolution, we at least stayed free for the duration of the nonsense.


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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!