tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was Riddick in a prison on a world that seemed to be half futuristic technology and half medieval. The immediate prison area definitely looked ancient, floor and walls of old-style stone and some of the cells were open behind walls of black iron bars and some had wooden doors and proper stone walls. The lighting wasn't very good, and I had an almost modern-day Earth orange prisoner jump suit on. My cell had a wooden door, the cell to the right of me was larger and the more open-style. It also contained several prisoners, while I was alone.

I don't remember how I unlocked my door, but I do remember watching a guard who was taunting the prisoners in the next cell. The guard had punkish black leather clothes almost like he'd walked out of Mad Max. I had some kind of vaguely-sharp metal instrument and managed to get close enough to the guard before he noticed me, and slit his throat. Bad day to be a guard.

I looted his pockets first while the other prisoners made entirely too much noise congratulating me on my feat. I wanted to take the guard's clothes too but I was afraid there were more unfriendlies on the way, so I gathered up the miscellaneous stuff I'd found on him so far. But since no hacks showed up in the next few moments I pulled the guard's pants off as well while still holding the stuff (dream logic was failing very badly here, physics be damned). Somehow I also managed to get dressed at this point. Yeah. Oh, and I had this odd jacket thing on now, that was only like leather straps on the front in an X and on the back was the British flag embossed in color on leather. There was the thought that I'd already had that in my possession, though.

Now I needed to hide for a minute and found what seemed to be some kind of janitor's closet nearby, though it had a small window in it. I shut the door and dumped the stuff I'd acquired on a wooden counter. There were a couple more-useful knives, some odd almost surgical-looking knife things that had short round-ended blades with serrations along the ends as well, and other stuff that skipped my attention for the moment. There was a light in the room, a glass lantern with a bright candle-like flame in it, and I didn't want the light attracting attention so I opened the lantern and tried to blow out the flame. For some reason there remained a very slight, tiny blue luminescence where the flame had been, just floating there.

In the stuff the guard had, there was a small clear box about 2 inches wide by 2 inches tall by 1 inch deep. I was able to trap the light in the box, and then stepped out of the closet long enough to chuck the thing in the general direction of the other prisoners and said something to the effect of "Enjoy." I figured I was better off with the distracting light over by them, should other guards show up.

Back in the closet-room I was about to look through the stolen stuff better when I noticed the stupid light was back on again and just as bright as it had originally started.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
The first part of this dream I've forgotten but it involved Indiana Jones and a good-sized archeological dig party crossing the desert. I was a pretty female character of Arabian or perhaps Indian origin and I'm not sure if I was Indy's love interest or not because after this point where I can remember the dream, he always seemed to be off in the distance. I remember a sandstorm hitting, and someone saying, "Your chances of finding any such storm, much less his storm, are a thousand to one." (I don't remember the exact wording of what the odds would be, but either way for a moment it was like we were chasing the bad guy from The Mummy but this thought came and went as if it was an unimportant or incorrect plot point in the dream.) I remember covering my face with my veil (I was dressed more ethnically than modernly) and waiting out the sandstorm, and when it ended I kept following the dig team as we passed by a cliff that rose about 20 feet in the air before falling again into the dunes further along.

Someone was on top of the cliff keeping a lookout and they called down to us that Indy's archnemesis was going to overtake us. I don't remember the guy's name, but it seemed inevitable that he'd catch us all so I didn't try putting up a fight and acted like I was just there and didn't hold any specific loyalty to the party. I didn't even know this guy personally and I don't think he had any clue who I was. (And as I've forgotten his name we'll call him Arliss and he was sort of Arab-Middle-Eastern looking with short curly hair and vaguely dark skin.) It seems like some of the men in the party fought but that didn't last long.

Next thing I know I'm right by this guy and he's sorta taken things over. He's half trying to get information out of me and half putting moves on me. I ignored his advances but readily gave information on the specific topic he was after: several clues written on parchment paper we'd unearthed at a previous dig site. I told him I'd put them in my pocket and they'd disintegrated but I had the translations written in my notebook. The paper had turned into tiny black sandlike particles (stupid dream logic) and I said he could have all of it as it was still in my pocket. He seemed pleased with this, like his experts could put the thing back together to be sure I hadn't missed anything. He gave me a glass vial that looked like a small test-tube for me to empty the bits into.

I filled the first vial and also found a silver unicorn pendant in my pocket that I'd forgotten about. It seems we'd found it with the original document that had since died in my pocket, but we knew the pendant had to outdate the papers. Like some medieval crusader had been at the site centuries later. There were still more particles in my pocket so I needed another vial. Arliss gave me a bigger one, and this time I spilled some grains onto the sand at my feet. I picked them up quickly, afraid that he might get angry at my sloppiness but he didn't seem to care. (At this point dream logic reared it's head again and there were instantly a bunch of the particles in my mouth for some reason, like I'd been so terribly sloppy as to manage them getting in there (??) but they did actually appear instantly, not "fall in my mouth" gradually or something odd like that. I took them out and put them in the vial as well.) I needed yet another vial and he seemed to be out of them, but he had a jar of sand and seashells that he gave me and said, "Put the rest in there." I asked, "Just on top of everything else?" and he said yes. So I did and that was the end of it finally.

He was packing all this up with some other things he'd confiscated from our stuff and in it was a small american flag. He said something about my someday disliking that symbol or even hating it, and I said something to the effect like I already did. So it would seem he was trying to convert my loyalty to his side (whatever that was, yeah it had a feeling of stereotypical terrorism stuff). Then he kissed me and I remember watching the scene and the girl who had been me was kissing him back... then I thought, hey, that's not right, let's redo that scene... and it backed up to just before the kiss.

Then I woke up.


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Character Sheet

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

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

Nightmares and episodes of wakefulness.

Special Skills:
Flying, gender switching, lucidity.

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!