tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
This may have started out as a video game but before long it was "real" and I was the player character, a female soldier with extensive firearms and combat training. I'm not entirely sure where the storyline was set, but my closest guess is post-apocalyptic Russia.

Sadly I don't remember much of it anymore, but I do remember progressing through stages where I had to explore and shoot my way towards a key location. One major problem was that something would happen that affected most people anywhere over a huge range of area at the same instant, and cause us to pass out. There were other operatives in the area, a few allies and a lot of enemies.

So basically, when the blackouts hit, sometimes my progress was reset a ways back, because someone who wasn't susceptible to the knockout had moved me (gee thanks). One time when I was getting somewhere important, a Russian female soldier or special operative captured me when I passed out. The dream continued to show me what was going on, in that the woman gave me an injection of some sort and was trying to examine me for signs of some kind of contamination.

I woke up and grabbed a pen, pointing it towards her threateningly while backing away. I found scissors, a much more useful weapon, but by then she was telling me to calm down and that she wasn't interested in a) killing me or b) dying, and could I just knock it off, thanks? I think I left that situation relatively peacefully, I only vaguely remember moving on from that point.

Finally I made it to the target location, a really wide, flat rooftop made of silver metal with some variation in elevation between sections. This place had something to do with the thing that was making almost everyone pass out. I was looking for clues as to what it was and if it was possible to turn it off so it would stop doing that. It started going off every few minutes, but now I would wake up again right after being knocked out, to the point that I was almost making it through the bursts.

(One of my real-life online friend's original characters) Kouri was also involved in the search, along with (my original character) Aster, and while I don't think I was friends with them I knew they could be trusted. Kouri I think was managing not to get knocked out at all, but Aster was far too weak and passed out every time. We were trying to spread out to cover more ground and figure out how to turn the damned thing off, and would randomly pass each other because we weren't having much luck.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (down the bunny pit)
(from a chat transcript which sums it up nicely because the details are ridiculously-full of dream logic errors)

tirsden: the weird dream I had, I was part of a space army, like Halo or the marines in Alien or whatever... and we attacked this bad guy base and our guns ran out of ammo almost immediately and we had no backups... so I made it further into the complex cuz the enemies had pulled back and [I] yelled that I wanted to surrender... and my commander shows up and goes "O.o?" and I said "I'm gonna pretend to switch sides because you guys are... incompetent?" and he was like "ah okay" XD ...turns out the place was actually a neutral hospital.
tirsdendreams: (cray-zee)
I was a guy mercenary/gunman type running through a hospital at first, and people had been turned into very slow-moving zombies somehow (though they looked like normal people other than the slow movement and intention to kill the non-zombified). I don't remember much of the hospital.

I think I ended up outside for a short while, then I was in a huge apartment building. I was dual-wielding two pistols of some sort and I kept shooting zombies. Suddenly I was following Alma (the little girl version from the F.E.A.R series), who had something to do with the solution to the zombie issue (she wasn't the actual problem). She was running like a normal human girl instead of spooky supernatural critter / whatever she actually is, and had a light-tan colored, old-fashioned backpack on her back. I specifically remember the backpack being rendered in low-resolution pixels, like in a video game.

We kept going up floors and running through long hallways where zombies would slowly come out from rooms on each side. I think whatever it was we were looking for as a clue to the apocalypse stuff was far up in the building, and for some reason we couldn't just go up all the floors at once. I think we took elevators at some points and stairs at others. In one hallway with a lot of corners and doors, I had problems with my guns jamming and threw them away. Logic failed as it tried to propose a replacement gun out of something nonsensical I picked up (I don't even remember what it was, it was that illogical).

I made a comment to Alma about my stupid guns jamming and how I was unimpressed with the whole situation. She said something back but I can't remember what.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
(Inspired by watching Annihilation Earth and Twilight Zone last night, definitely.)

I don't remember the first parts clearly, but this was a really long dream. There were several characters stuck on an island that was having major volcanic activity by surprise. Something had happened to mess up the entire island's geographic ecosystem. Also, there was a factor involved with live dinosaurs being in the park on the island, although it was not until later that the term Jurassic Park was used in conversation. I think maybe in this plot that original concept had failed and somebody else later had tried to "do it right."

The characters that survived the lava and earthquakes managed to get a large black jeep or SUV type vehicle to a complex where they were hoping to find an option for safety or communication or the like. At some point I became a young woman character amongst the others, and there was another lady older than me, a man and a teenage guy, and a little girl of about eight and a boy of maybe five at the most. Their parents were already dead at this point.

In the complex, we were discovering things like rows and rows of empty cubicles and lab rooms that were completely empty of staff and had stuff strewn all over the place. Somebody found a dead body, so we were afraid that something like raptors were loose in the building. The older guy with us had a gun, but was low on bullets. By this time we were realizing that being stuck inside was a bad choice, but had a bad feeling we couldn't go backwards and had no real idea now how deep we were inside the building.

We came across this odd hallway where it branched at a cross-ways, and straight ahead past the intersection there was a thick glass pane set like a wall and we could see very dark hallways beyond. In the hallway to the left, there was a door set into the wall on its right where maybe that weird dark hallway could be accessed through whatever room was inside the door. I told the others to wait, and the kids were all "no don't go, it's too dangerous!" but I went carefully into the mystery room. I don't remember anything specific about it, except that it did lead into that dark hallway, close to the far side of the glass.

I remember feeling very exposed in that hall, and walking back towards the glass to investigate if anything might be worth seeing there, there was a sudden flash of quick, white light somewhere behind me, probably from the ceiling. It reminded me of the speeding cameras at intersections, but it also spooked me and the kids on the far side of the glass were yelling at me to get out of there.

I made it back into the connecting room without incident even though I feared something would get me in that dark hallway. There's a bit of confusion to the dream plot/logic here as I'm not sure if what I saw next was in that connecting room, or in another room near the main hallway intersection. Either way, in whatever room I was in now, I saw a lady with a black evening dress on that had no shoulders, and a bodice made to look a bit like two black flower petals covering her chest.

I think the two kids were in this room with me now, but none of us thought this person was actually here to help us, and she started pulling the top of the dress down. Somehow the older guys out in the hall knew about this, and wanted to see, but the kids and I couldn't get out of that room fast enough. I had a baaad feeling that what was under that dress wasn't human (I remember thinking evil vine-plant-like monster) and from the sounds of gunfire I was correct as we fled down the main hallway (having gone right this time from the original direction we arrived, or in other words, putting the glass-walled dark area to our left in passing).

The other lady in the group had decided to stick back with the dudes even though we told her to run, so it was just me and the two children as we turned a corner left and found two sets of glass double doors side-by-side that we realized could be closed and locked. This doorway would also put us into hallways connecting to the dark area, and the little girl was upset because she said she saw a ghost in the hall with me when the light had flashed earlier. I couldn't figure out what she meant by "ghost" and if she had seen it on the glass or actually in the hall with me, but we were running out of time. I'd rather face a mysterious "ghost" that hadn't killed me the first time (to the point that I hadn't even known it had existed) than get eaten by something.

I told her it would be okay, that we at least knew there was danger where we had been before, including the dinosaurs we still assumed were around somewhere, and we needed to lock the door. We had no idea if the others were even alive at that point, and if we sat around and waited we'd all die. So we started working on the doors, which was really messed up by dream logic and required being closed juuuust so in order for the locks to catch, and of course the doors didn't want to stay shut properly. Then when they did, the locks had turned from more simple rotating latches to something more like the plastic belt connectors you see sometimes on backpacks or amusement park ride seatbelts.

We had just gotten the doors properly locked when the man and the lady arrived on the far side. The teenage boy wasn't anywhere to be seen. They told us to open the doors, and he was being really mean about it, not really pleading but demanding it. I had a really off feeling about him (and I already did from the stupid "hot" lady episode), and if I opened the door for the chick who was stupid enough to hang out with him, I'd be letting him through too. He felt like a danger right now about as bad as the other stuff. At least it seemed he was out of bullets, so they didn't have any real option to get through the door.

As I was debating for a moment, he suddenly made a sort of "boo" face at us through the glass, including spreading the fingers out on his hands next to his face. I realized at that point that my impression was correct, even more so... we had no value to this man. I shook my head, said, "...sorry..." and took off with the kids.

As we ran quickly through darkened hallways and rooms that had absolutely nothing in them, I held the girl's hand and she had her little brother's. I told the girl to hold onto her brother's hand like their lives depended on it (which technically they did), and that if I had to I would hold both their hands but it seemed like I needed one free right now. I was using it to open doors at this point, and we were making fast progress even though we had no real idea where we were going. At this point it was mostly just knowing we were getting away from previous problems.

Suddenly one of the doors led us into a room crammed with office supplies and other junk, but more importantly, there were windows around the back-right and back walls. Daylight! There were desks along the back wall (also piled with stuff) but with enough room to climb up and open the windows. I opened one, and found that there was only a simple window screen between us and freedom. I could see that we could make it to the ground below, as we were on the second floor, but we were going to be okay! I was thrilled, and somehow could even tell that the surrounding area was relatively safe... that's right, it was raining. There was something about rain making the environment safe, I can't remember why. The dinosaurs were allergic to rainwater? Who knows.

In the meantime, suddenly a gust of wind blew what seemed like a whole bunch of mosquitoes into the room. The kids freaked out and told me to close the window, and in confusion I remembered the screens and then noticed that the lower half had much larger, almost artistically-placed holes in the screenwork. (I think the dream was just trying hard to fill a plot hole on the fly.) Then I noticed where the breeze was whipping stuff outside past the other windows, and that it looked a whole lot like tiny fluffy-ended flower or tree seedlings gusting around.

I told the kids this, that it wasn't bugs, and that held in the logic and vanished from being a dream element. At this point we were preparing to get the heck out of there, and thinking maybe there were a few things that could be scavenged from the room (like rain jackets or plastic trash bags to use as such) although we weren't going to take more than a moment or two. For some reason I had taken my shoes and socks off to get up onto the desk, or so now the dream decided. So I was fishing around in the junk on the floor for my shoes and started putting my socks back on.

The girl told me she thought I should bring the (possibly Pokémon?) cards with me, as she said she had a feeling they would be on the mantle in the new place we would get when we got free of this. Suddenly the plot element was added that I had been carrying (...how?? lol) a pillowcase with the cards as well as other regular playing cards and something similar. The entire thing was a bit on the heavy side, so I asked about the other cards, and she giggled and said they weren't necessary or entirely optional.

I said something in agreement to that, I can't remember what, and I think I was about to clear the bag out so there were only the cards cute lil' miss possibly-psychic wanted to see in the future home we were apparently going to share... which did seem right, I'd built up a connection with these kids during the adventure...

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
This was last week so I only remember bits of it. I was some kind of female special forces member, and there were some small islands close to shore interconnected by wooden rope bridges. There might have been some larger complex further out, but the point I remember now was trying to get across the bridges with an injured teammate.

Hans Gruber (Alan Rickman from Die Hard) was on the shore, and there was a large concrete wall blocking off some of his view. But the second-to-last bridge I needed to cross, he could see just fine. I knew Hans had a rocket launcher, I vaguely remember somebody else getting blown to smithereens trying to cross the bridge ahead of me (nevermind that the bridge was still okay). Hans kept yelling taunts at me and daring me while at the same time telling me things were hopeless.

I knew just sitting there wasn't gonna help either, so I ran as fast as I could, and the bridge curved downwards and then back upwards so steeply that I was able to toss my buddy up onto the island and hide behind the edge of it while still on the bridge. The expected rocket did launch, but I just barely made it and I think it just went by and hit elsewhere. Not sure, because I was moving again since I was still alive.

The last bridge had some protection from the wall, and I think I must have left injured-guy somewhere along there where he'd be safer while I tried to take Hans out. Carefully sneaking past the wall I found myself in a junkyard, and the bad guys were no longer visible. I was afraid they were trying to ambush me, but as I snuck around rusty cars and piles of junk, Hans suddenly walked out in to the middle of a more open area and didn't seem to have any weapons on him at all.

I had my own handgun pointed at him but he just sort of half put his hands up and said they'd decided they were on the wrong side and I didn't have to worry about them anymore. Yeah, seriously, they were honestly sorry, and wanted to make things right. I was thinking I should go back and get my buddy...

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
I was sort of myself and sort-of not, part of a team sent into a city that was crawling with zombies, trying to find the source of the problem. I remember a trashed street where we spent a lot of time fighting. We realized too late that this seemed more a suicide mission than anything else, as we were vastly outnumbered and were having to improvise weapons much too quickly as ammunition ran out. I vaguely remember the leader of our team, a blonde woman, realizing she was infected and doing some kind of heroic thing like running out into a ton of the zombies with explosives and blowing herself up. There was some vague reference to flying zombies, perhaps a genetics experiment gone very wrong, but the dream seemed to retcon that a moment later.

A lot of this is fuzzy because it was the first of several dreams involving the bio-zombie concept. The last bit of this one I remember was fleeing into a building of some sort, and another member of the team realized he'd been bitten. I think at this point there were, at the most, three or four of us. I walked right up to him with some kind of wooden stake/pole and stabbed him through the heart. He couldn't believe what I'd just done, but then he was shortly dead and the other guy(s) on the team completely agreed with how I'd handled things. Then I woke up.

I fell back asleep, and this time I was playing probably another part of the same story on a console (probably a 360 with how good the graphics were). The view on the screen was first-person perspective, and my character was part-way up a slowly-spiralling, sturdily-secured hanging staircase in an office building somewhere. A cutscene had just ended, and I was trying to pause the game because I had to talk on the phone. No matter how hard I pressed the start button, it wasn't pausing, and I was being attacked from below by a T-Rex skeleton that apparently had been animated by the zombie virus. It wasn't actually trying to bite me though, it seemed to be hellbent on head-butting me to death.

I figured the game had done this on purpose as some sort of surprise realism gimmick, so I figured I'd let myself die and reload the saved game because I was still dealing with the phone call. This seemed a lot like a boss or at least a mini-boss fight, but I noticed it wasn't hurting very much on the interface's life bar. That was a good sign, that meant when I redid the fight it should be pretty easy. Suddenly the T-Rex flopped down onto the main floor as if I'd defeated it. Apparently it only had so much fight and then the thing gave out completely. Weird.

At this point I was done with the phone call, then suddenly the game showed me the hanging supports for the stairs were coming undone (super-rust attack of doom?) and the whole thing was going to collapse. I ran off of the stairs before they fell, then wandered over to see what was up with the skeleton. It seems like there was someone else there now, some guy who was maybe a team member, and we were discussing strategy for taking this thing down if it happened again. It was also not a game anymore, but actually me (or some psuedo-version of me) and the person standing in the room with the dinosaur skeleton.

The dream rewound for a moment, as if the whole fight were happening again, except this time I had a chance to load my gun up with these large, pointed bullets that were "just the thing" for taking the dinosaur out. I think I was trying to kill it without going onto the stairs, because now I knew they had a limited duration and I wanted to see if there was anything I needed to get on the landing the stairs led to (the video game puzzle-solving concept was still in effect it seems). This bit is fuzzy, but I think I was succeeding in taking down the dino but I noticed that the second-floor-type landing had changed more into a catwalk that didn't look very stable. Then I woke up again.

I fell back asleep and this time I was an office-worker who was again sort of like myself. I knew something was wrong, thanks to all the hints from the previous dreams, but it seems like everyone on my floor had no idea and was doing the daily routine. I remember thinking maybe the virus was currently outside and hadn't gotten this far into the building. A group of ladies wanted to gossip and I blew them off because I was actually trying to find a way outside even if it was dangerous out there. Obviously staying in the city would end up a death sentence in the long run.

I was in darker offices before long and I think the zombie thing hit around then. People out in the main offices were toast, and I may have run across something myself (this bit is fuzzy yet again). I was now looking for weapons and not having much luck, but I did find a woman who wasn't infected yet, as well as a little girl. I picked the girl up and we went down a back stairway to the floor below. I remember wanting to protect the child but finding the other lady a nuisance. I woke up again.

Back to sleep, and now a sequence of elevator puzzles ensued. I was alone again, and I knew various floors of the building were badly infected. The main elevator shafts all seemed to open up in the same general area on each floor, but not all the elevators went to every floor. I remember one elevator going to the 5th, 11th, and 12th floors, and one on the 5th floor supposedly went to the 7th, 3rd and 1st. (I'm not 100% sure on the numbers but that sounds about right, considering I was keeping track of this in my head for solving the damn "puzzle." Whether I'm off or not, I'll talk about them like they are the correct floors just to avoid confusion.)

I think I was on the 5th floor when I managed to get onto the elevator that should take me down to the 1st floor, which was my target as I think it was the only one with street exits. I do remember basement numbers that I think I pressed by accident, but managed to clear with a cancel button (which of course I've never seen on an actual elevator in real-life). The elevator stopped at the 3rd floor and a guy got on who looked like Mr. Jones from Fringe. Oddly enough, the elevator now went upwards as if his priority for wanting to go up floors somehow overroad the fact that the elevator should still be going down.

Great, so now I was on the 7th floor where he got off. Somewhere in here I woke up again, and went to sleep again, not wanting to give up on this trail of interconnected dreams (I was actually enjoying them, even with the scary factor and the puzzles of illogical doom.) I was back in the office building on one of the floors a few stories up, and I was near the elevators. There was a black woman who was one of the secretaries, on some very open stairs near me, and it was a bit dark there. I think she knew something was going on, but she was going to take the stairs down and I had no interest in teaming up with her. At this point it seemed like it was gonna be a solo project for me.

By now I'd realized that I'd spent a lot of consecutive time in this building where other people were getting infected, and I wasn't. I'd even tangled with zombies and was still fine. Hmmmmm. I had a feeling that there was some reason I wasn't catching the virus, that I was somehow immune. So now I needed to escape not only to save my own skin, but possibly help make an antivirus or vaccine. Time to get crackin' on the elevators again. Plus, it seems like as soon as I had this epiphany, zombies were approaching. Yep, good time to split.

I thought the first elevator I got into was the correct one, but as I hit the button trying to get the damn door shut right now I realized there was only one number on it, and an arrow above it. The number was 75. Oh crap, I'd just gotten on the executive elevator that makes a non-stop trip to the 75th floor. Gaaaaaaah! Well, at any rate, at least the door would be shut for a while and I had time to think.

The back side of the elevator had another set of doors that was cordoned off by those easily-movable poles with a thick decorative rope between them. There was also cardboard taped over the doors. Hmm, that says "not allowed" in a major sorta way. I had my eyes on the poles themselves, and decided that since it looked like nobody could see what I was doing, I'd try to take the things apart and see if they'd make good weapons.

The pole part itself unscrewed from the top and bottom parts, and was now made of wood for some reason (pretty sure it started as metal -.-;; ). The ends were very pointy where they'd screwed into the other pieces, and it was about 2.5 feet long. Perfect. I got two of these things, though for some reason the second was shorter by about a foot. I also peeked behind the cardboard on the doors, seeing that there weren't actually doors there at all and I could watch the elevator shaft wall go by.

Right then a voice came over a speaker like somebody had been watching me; the way he talked it sounded like a security guard who was probably monitoring things from the 75th floor. There were suddenly a whole bunch of little tiny black cameras in the elevator ceiling now too. (Hey dream logic, you and I need to have a talk.) He was asking what I thought I was doing, and... yay for fuzzy memory... I think I may have said something weird was going on in the building, that it was dangerous, and I didn't even want to be on this elevator.

He was starting to respond like he didn't give a rat's ass and needed to report me and all this stuff... but not far into that he sounded like he was losing interest in the conversation, and forgetting that he'd already said part of it. Then he made this weird staticy almost-growly noise and the feed cut out. Greeeeat. The elevator started slowing down, and also for some reason it had gone from the size of a decent elevator to a rather cramped space. I pointed both my weapons towards the main doors and was sort of crammed in the back-left corner of it, ready to defend myself as needed. My main goal was going to be getting the doors closed again once they opened, and thus the elevator returning to where I'd gotten on earlier.

The doors opened, and I could only see a bit of the waiting room beyond. The lighting was very dim, and I could see a woman sitting in a chair facing away from me. There was some kind of decorative plant next to her, and I couldn't really see anything else. She was just sitting there making little odd humming noises, and I was trying desperately to get the elevator to understand that I'm hitting the damn button that indicates I would like to go somewhere else please. I think I hit it with my elbow at first while holding the weapon in that hand, then using my hand when it wouldn't cooperate. Mind you, the button is now smack in the middle of the back wall where the do-not-touch doors should have been (and no longer were).

The doors shut finally, nothing having attacked me though I knew there were bad things in that room that thankfully hadn't noticed me or hadn't gotten to me yet. As the elevator made its way back down, I made a mental note again that I still wasn't infected. Suddenly I noticed blood on the far ends of my weapons, as if I had been attacked up there but had made it through fine. There was suddenly also carpet in the elevator, so I busied myself with wiping the blood off onto it.

The last thing I remember is finally getting off the elevator of doom, and managing to get to about the 3rd floor or so. There were stairs nearby, the sort of stairs that go to all floors, and I decided that it was high time to screw the elevator puzzle and just walk to the first floor.

Then I woke up (for the last time).

tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
I changed perspective a lot during this dream, between Riddick and Shane (a character I created for the Riddick universe, she's his daughter and this is quite possibly the first dream I've ever had of her and she was an adult or late teenager in this).

The dream took place in a futuristic storage facility with a lot of boxes and crates and various doorways and large rooms. I was Shane at first, following Riddick as we ran from the enemy, a whole bunch of clones who looked like Sebastian from Babylon 5 except they were wearing dark FBI / Men In Black suits (if you don't know the character, the actor would make a good Sherlock Holmes based on his looks). I had to stop to thin out the ranks. and started sniping them from as far off as I could with a gun that seemed like a mix of assault rifle and sniper rifle. This worked okay until the clones started multiplying here and there. (Sort of like Agent Smith from the Matrix sequels but without actually needing another body around to take over.)

I told Riddick to run on ahead while I covered him so he could see if there was a way out on our current path. I switched between Riddick and Shane's POV a bit as he headed through a door and along a suspended walkway over a large open area that led to darkening sky on the left and more of the complex ahead and to the right. The walkway made a T intersection ahead. Meanwhile Shane saw one of the clones throw a very bright flare past her, and hoped Riddick had his goggles on at that moment. Riddick had just slipped them back on, in fact. (I think dream logic kinda cheated.) The flare lit the area up very brightly and as Shane I decided to bail and catch up to Riddick.

I did, and I'm not sure what all happened next except that we split up again en route to an excape elevator (apparently this place was partly underground or wherever the exit was, it was up). As Shane I ran across an ally of some sort who tagged along, and as Riddick I took out an important woman character belonging to the enemy; she'd been guarding the elevator. I killed her and hid the body in shadow as Shane appeared with the other person.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
I remember an airfield, and Allied troops were taking over the area, taking it away from Nazis. This was supposed to be a WWII setting but there were modern elements, like a lot of the Allied troops were American soldiers in modern uniforms with current weapons.

They were going to take over a house and I offered to help. I said, "I had a week of ROTC, I'll be fine." (Made that up in the dream, definitely not true lol.) They looked at me funny but let me go along anyways. I picked up a ball-point pen and figured I'd use it as a weapon. Yeah. Maybe Riddick could get away with that... I guess the dream logic was going with it for now, but I sure as heck wasn't Riddick...

The troops went through the house methodically and it appeared to be empty. In an area with a large stairwell near the front door, there was also a pit in the floor that went down to a basement or something. The troops weren't worried about it and decided to go secure other locations or guard the house. Which left me and one other person by the pit.

I decided to go down into it, using a rope suspended over it with wooden beams, almost like a well. It wasn't far to the bottom, and I realized there was a passage that went back further under the house, and there was light somewhere in there, and sounds. Nazi sounds. The whole area looked like the beginning of a mine, and I remember someone saying there was buried treasure or valuables somewhere under the house.

I pulled myself up the rope as fast as I could and started yelling for help... the other person had disappeared. Nobody arrived except the Nazis who had heard me yelling. They climbed up out of the hole as I ran off further into the house. The first one to chase me died, I still had the pen of d00m. That had to hurt. I grabbed his gun and holed up in a room that mostly just had a large bed in the middle, the doorway to the hall where the Nazis were approaching (on the far side of the bed), and behind and to the left of me was a small stairwell going down into a back area of the house.

Nazis kept trying to shoot me through the door, and I nailed every one of them. (There had apparently been a whole lot of them in that mine.) Sometimes they used rocket launchers which I somehow magically avoided... and then scavanged. Yay, free rocket launchers! They also tried grenades but I threw them right back out before they exploded. At least once I got shot full of lead by a lucky bad guy, but I thought, "No, that's not right," and the dream rewound and let me have a chance to do it right. I survived the day in this way, and what was left of the Nazis seemed to be discussing retreating...

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
(I've forgotten a lot of this one... I should have gotten up and written it down... d'oh!)

contains spoiler(s) for the movie Deja Vu )
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
It started as some sort of Star Wars video game I was playing with friends. I remember having to run away from stormtroopers and gaining access to the Millenium Falcon. Then it became real, I was actually Han Solo on the Falcon. There were bad guys on the ship and while I tried to take one out he shot me twice, once in the front of the right shoulder and once between my shoulder and my neck. For some reason the guns we were using shot real bullets, and I remember being concerned about the damage I'd taken. I managed to take him out before going unconscious.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(This entire dream was animated as if it were Japanese anime... and happened around 6am on January 6th, 2007. Warning: the following text contains graphic violence.)

It was a futuristic world, and through the bustle of it all poured a soft, female voice, bringing words of peace, obedience, control. Martain had more important things on his mind, he was a freedom fighter and knew that under the surface of this glossy world, corruption and evil dominated. He was going to break into the main base of the War Force and do as much damage as he could, unlock their secrets for the world to see.

He went in disguise, right up to the main gates, attempting to join one of the public relations tours about to begin. But the guards threw him out, thinking him a cloaked homeless beggar, nothing more than street trash. At least they hadn't realized who he truly was; he probably only had one more shot at this, they'd get suspicious next time. The rest of Martain's allies were dead or missing, and the authorities were looking for him. He had to make this one count.

When he returned to the outer perimeter this time, his hair was long, golden, and wavy. His body-tight suit showed off his trim figure, with a hot little miniskirt hiding what he wasn't willing to give up. Pert breasts that didn't exist were accentuated by the round green cups built into the suit, and the whole outfit of pastel green and white seemed to gleam like the rest of him. But he looked female now, and it was time to act female. Martain no longer existed, only this new self had a chance to succeed at the self-imposed mission. And her name was Faliah.

Faliah virtually sparkled as she walked up to the gate. The guards immediately invited her on the next tour, which was starting momentarily. They looked sorry they had to remain at their post as she disappeared with some other upper class citizens into the complex.

The first part of the tour was a command room where two senior officers greeted the group. Both men were extremely taken with Faliah but one outranked the other, and the lesser-ranked man was obviously jealous as his superior chatted with the charming young lady. The chatting quickly became overt flirting and the higher-ranking officer said to Faliah, "I'm not actually looking for a woman right now, but I can assure you I have two right hands." (LOL... yeeeah... I think this was supposed to mean that he didn't have "two left feet.")

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the base, a very big ugly part-human mostly-alien guy lost his temper with some officials and went berserk. His large bulbous body, built-in weapons, and freaky biotechnology-covered spiderish legs wreaked havoc, and he stormed into the hallways killing everyone in sight. One of the hallways he found himself in also happened to contain the tour Faliah was part of. The group fled, diving through a security door just as it closed, the monster behind them firing wildly. Nobody noticed that Faliah, the last one through the door, was actually hit in the leg by one of the bullets but it glanced off without even a scratch.

Enraged, the bad guy threw all the firepower he could muster at the door, rockets and bullets eating into the heavy steel and sending chunks of metal flying. The door wouldn't hold much longer... then it opened and Faliah stepped through. Before her ugly assailant knew what was going on, all the shrapnel and bullets lying around came flying at him. He was stunned, dying, but Faliah took no chances and approached the monster, prying open his armored helmet to expose his oddly-shaped brain mass. She pulled it out and ripped it in half, flinging the pieces away.

* * *

It was bright, sunny, cheery, the upper class of the city dining comfortably in the wide open space of an exclusive open-air restaurant. The high commander beemed with pride as he toasted the young couple on the landing below him, officially announcing his son's engagement to one of the fleet's fastest rising and most highly decorated officers. The son was none other than the officer Faliah had flirted with on that fateful tour so long ago, and of course she was the one to be marrying him. Naturally, unknown to anyone, Faliah had no intention of marrying the man who was now a captain, because Faliah was really Martain, and his plans to subvert the entire organization were coming to fruition nicely.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(Definitely inspired by reading Ultimate X-Men v.1 yesterday, this dream starts out rather more boring than the title implies but gets more interesting later.)

I was my real self at a Wal-Mart waiting in line at the entertainment department checkout. There was someone ahead of me and they were taking forever. There were at least two guys behind me as well. Someone had managed to find two chairs and they looked as if a lot of people waiting in line had used them that day. They were in the first and second person-waiting-in-line positions and the line was kinda spread out anyways, the store wasn't busy in our area except for those of us waiting in line. So I sat on the chair by my position and waited. I was buying a scanner that was on sale for $20 and I had some other stuff I'd set on a nearby shelf.

As I was waiting I realized I didn't have enough money to get all this plus Sims 2 which I was going to get in a couple days (this reflects real-life plans to get that game) so I just sorta left the extra stuff on the shelf and still sat there waiting since I was gonna buy the scanner regardless. (It was pretty much the same one my parental units got me for xmas but apparently my dream had forgotten about that.)

I was quite bored and looked over at the counter. The cashier was gone for some reason, but so was the person ahead of me in line. I moved up to the counter and set the scanner box on it. Suddenly there was shouting and an explosion from somewhere beyond the department, but close enough that it sent stuff around us flying. The other guys scattered and I found myself surrounded by a dozen rifle-armed black ops specialists, every muzzle pointed at my head. (At this point the dream logic decided I was an X-Men-style mutant and these guys were something similar to Weapon-X enforcers from the Ultimate X-Men comic book series.)

I thought at first they wanted to capture me but it turns out they were just going to kill me. I moved lightning fast and kicked up at the muzzles, spinning in a full circle. Now they weren't pointed at me but at random angles, and several of the bad guys fired as a reflex to my attack, hitting their buddies instead of me. The rest were easy enough to take care of quickly and I glanced around fast to see there wasn't anyone standing near me. I grabbed my scanner box (hey, a good scanner is a good scanner and the store was going to hell in a handbasket) and tucked it under one arm, heading for the main doors. On the way there I spotted another mutant (she looked like Ultimate X-Men Storm) and told her to follow me. As I ran out the front doors I noticed candy stands by the registers there and yelled at her to grab a candy bar, "Hell, grab a whole ****ing handful, we're going to need them."

She did and followed me out to the parking lot, looking a bit like a deer in headlights. (My character changed somewhere around this point, becoming male, sort of a punk, younger version of Wolverine.) As we're running across the parking lot I say, "Okay, where'd I put the Jag." (This was in part a vague realization I was dreaming, but only enough to seed an idea into the dream... it beat stealing a car.) I found it quickly after saying that, it was completely black and oldschool-meets-ultramodern (special edition?). I grabbed the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door with the remote. I threw the scanner in the back and the girl got in the passenger side.

Pretty soon we were speeding down streets and away from the main area of town. The girl was worried that the cops must be after us, and I said "Oh they definitely are." Nobody was giving chase behind us at the moment, so the girl asked me how I knew for sure. "I can hear them, I pick up radio frequencies when I want to... and sometimes when I don't want to." (This was another semi-lucidly seeded idea, the whole time I don't remember hearing any radio but the dream logic didn't seem to care.)

Then there were two cars ahead of us driving directly at us through oncoming traffic. I swerved to miss them and ended up going down the embankment on the road we were now on, a small highway in a forested area. I kept the car running along the embankment but steering was sluggish and I couldn't seem to work the car back up to the road. The last thing I needed was for the cops to show up now, so I stopped the car and got out, telling the girl to stay put. "What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully, and I answered, "Use my other talent." I dragged the car back up to the road with inhuman strength and hopped back in the driver's seat. Vroooooooooooooooom!

The rest of the dream changed dramatically and made a lot less sense. I became the girl character, who was now white with blonde hair done up very prim (think Jane from A&E's Pride & Prejudice), and the other character was even more like Wolverine now, closer to the correct age for the movies and how he looks in Ultimate X-Men. We'd made serious tracks and were taking a break on a northeast-coast beach that was apparently a memorable spot to the guy character. Let's call him Logan (Wolverine's real name) cuz I think that's really who he was supposed to be at this point.

I was wading in ankle-deep water and talking to Logan about random things and it was obvious we'd fallen in love. A fog was creeping in and tendrils of mist curled towards the shore. Then a rather thick, smaller bank of fog rolled in, moving towards me. Eerily I noted that it seemed almost sentient as it moved straight for me. It covered my feet and moved up over my body, engulfing me. I passed out, falling into the water, and had a vision of a woman who looked at me out of the fog, at first suspicious but then she smiled and turned and left. I woke up a moment later in Logan's worried arms, and I told him what I'd seen. He said he used to come to this beach with his wife before she died, and it must have been her spirit. I still felt a little dizzy and he helped me walk back to the sand.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was the daughter of a man who flipped out and decided to bomb a city or something. The details on this dream are sketchy but I remember I didn't want to help him. There were journalists coming for an interview at the building the guy was holed up in, and for some reason he didn't want them to see me. They were coming faster than he'd anticipated so he dragged me into a room with a big window out to the hall and forced me to lie flat under the window where nobody would see me. He pushed me so hard into the floor by the wall that it was hard to breathe. Then he left to talk to the reporters.

The bomb was controlled by a calculator, and there were actually two of the calculators, one was a backup controller. Father didn't know I had the backup, and sometimes he armed the bomb for fun and I would notice on the display and disarm it. He seemed distracted enough not to try and figure out who was messing with his bomb (must have been the reporters keeping him busy at the moment). The arming and disarming code was just the sequence 1 2 3.

I looked up and saw that he'd taken them into another room across the hall. (The building was set up a bit like a school, we were on the second floor.) I looked around the room I was in and it was a little girl's room with a messy bed and a lot of clothes lying around (it *had* been empty when I was first dragged in there, stupid dream logic). I had an idea, if I could change my clothes my father might not recognize me and I might be able to escape. I took my shirt off and tried to put one of the little girl shirts on but it had very weird seems inside of it, with very strong thread. I couldn't put my hand through the sleeve. I tried another shirt, and managed to break some of the weird seems that were also in that shirt, and got the thing on me. I hoped nobody would notice the shirt being a bit too small on me. I changed my pants too and took my hair out of the ponytail it had been in. I was thinking I should put it in pigtails but I was afraid I would run out of time. I also dropped my flashlight I'd had in my pocket; the batteries fell out. I thought if it was dark outside I might need it, so I spent even more precious seconds trying to get the stupid flashlight working again. (Apparently I'd been stuck in this building so long I didn't even know what time it was.)

Once that was done I walked quickly out of the room as if I had every right to be doing whatever it was I was doing. I walked to the end of the hall without incident and ran out the door. Outside the door were two FBI agents with their guns pointed at the door. I fell to the floor as the door closed behind me and told them not to shoot and that I was unarmed. They looked at me like "Okay whatever, what do you want?" and I said something like "I request to be put under federal witness protection."

They asked who I was and I suddenly realized that they didn't know who I was, or that I was supposedly important enough to be kept hidden away from reporters. I told them I was the mad bomber's daughter (in the dream I gave both full names but I don't remember them now). I gave them the calculator and told them vaguely how it worked.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(Possibly inspired by reading The Art Of The Matrix and a short conversation with my kid sister about stealing cars.)

I don't remember if I saw the actual invasion or if I just heard/knew about it happening. An alien race of high technology was taking over our planet. They were enslaving millions, killing those who would not surrender (and killing lots anyways). A few of us managed to hide, but we knew they were coming. There were two groups, I (as myself) was in the first group with my real-life mother and sister, and the group seemed to consist mostly of women and children. The second group was all men. We did not know at this point if the second group had survived. I figured if we waited around we'd get killed.

So I spoke to the people gathered around that we had to go to the source if we were going to have a remote chance in hell to fight the aliens. It was blatantly obvious that aliens existed, so that meant that our government really did have a crashed alien ship in their possession (viva la conspiracy theories!) and they were probably researching and even using the technology from it already. I told the people around me we were going to Area 51. (For some reason I thought it was in Arizona throughout the dream, though that doesn't make sense upon waking... but I guess the dream logic figured that was close enough. Plus, my group was located somewhere near Washington D.C. so Arizona was just as far away as New Mexico considering at the moment all we had was our feet to travel with.)

I looked out of the warehouse we were hiding in, and there was a car in the dusty parking lot, baking under the hot sun. I ran to it and found the keys in the ignition. It started and someone said it was wrong to steal and I said it was our only chance. The owner might be dead anyways. So everyone else piled in (there might have been two cars, I forget) and we drove off. It seems like we had to switch vehicles at some point when we ran out of gas, and it took us longer to find cars with keys. I remember thinking that if the human resistance lasted long enough, someone should set up usable car hubs for people fleeing but especially for resistance group members to move around the country. Take a car, drive it to the next hub, get a new one.

The next thing I knew I was suddenly a member of the second group, a random white male character. This was the all-guy group, and we were on foot. We knew the aliens were not far behind and tracking us somehow. It was somewhat snowy and we put logs and big sticks across our path at random points. It seems like we knew the aliens had trouble getting past these (or some metal-like alien-made machine did) so at first it was worth it. We heard the aliens making annoyed sounds at our previous roadblock (we were on a path though, not a road). This caused some satisfaction in our group but I figured they were too close for comfort now and we had better just run.

I told the guys to be careful so they didn't fall, to run steady and not too fast. I was in the lead and made my way over some wet, potentially slippery rocks, and beyond. I remember thinking we were trying to catch up to the first group, and I remember something about the first group trying to figure out how to leave behind some sign of where they were going without giving the whole thing away to the aliens.

Then I saw a black guy in a car (seen from like a camera angle or perhaps from the perspective of one of the second group members). He'd stolen the car and it seems like he was a key resistance leader, maybe even the top guy. He looked like Samuel L. Jackson but a little younger. He was pulling up to a corner to turn left.

Then I was him. I don't think I was going anywhere specific, probably just on the run. I was driving casually and this seemed to be fairly normal, other people were driving along like there wasn't some huge alien invasion going on. I saw up ahead a bunch of cars driving closely together, and too slow. I felt like it was a trap, they wanted me to pass and the aliens must know where I was. There was a dirt road up ahead on the right and I took that instead (still driving somewhat casually). As I took the turn I noticed a huge semitruck come up into opposing traffic in the space I would have been in if I'd tried to pass the cars. As if in a movie, I heard the aliens or some people working for them (or the aliens could shapeshift to look human) saying over the radio "He didn't take it."

Now I was driving down the dirt road with an open field on the right and a dead-looking corn field on the left. I knew I was in potential danger but figured the aliens hadn't planned on me going this way, so I had some time. But then up ahead I saw an ambulance, two cars right behind it, and another ambulance following right behind the lot. Damn radios, they were able to move fast because of the communication. I think they might have been hoping that I'd think they were real ambulances and pull over to clear the road. I was definitely not stopping for that. They pulled into my lane, heading straight for me, and as I slowed down they stopped completely. I could see a big (red?) pickup truck coming up behind them fast, essentially blocking the opposing lane of traffic and there wasn't any more room to drive past the cars and ambulances.

A woman who might not actually know what's going on at this moment was now beside the closest ambulance. There was a big, somewhat-evil looking man near her. The pickup almost hit the woman but the man pulled her out of the way at the last second. I'm not sure what happened to the pickup after that (although it's angle would have put it in the field to the right).

Meanwhile, the road was thoroughly blocked now by even more vehicles. Well, I wasn't going down here. I opened the car door and bailed into the cornfield. The corn stalks didn't even have much in the way of corn on them, and they were tall, dried up spindly things that didn't give much cover unless I had a lot of distance between me and my attackers. The aliens chased me, except they were human looking or humans in league with them. I have a feeling some of them were actual aliens, some were converted humans (mind control?) and some just hired people, maybe even innocent and thinking they were working for honest humans, not aliens.

Several times various people got close and each time I sprayed bullets their way (yay for instant dream uzi's... maybe I got one off a soldier, some of the people chasing me appeared to be in the National Guard). I realized too many of my pursuers were too close and I dove to the ground trying to hide. Some part of me knew that the cover here was too scant but I thought as hard as I could "they can't see me" and it worked. I was able to move ahead slowly, barely crawling along.

Ahead were two people arguing about trying to find me. One was a white woman, she had a uniform on and seemed to be in charge. The other was a black woman, a hireling of some sort, maybe a mercenary type, and she was saying that I'd "just... vanished." The black woman was scared. She thought I might be some sort of legendary evil spirit or something. She said "Naga" like she was even afraid of saying the word. She refused to keep searching even though the woman threatened her, and walked off. (Maybe the white woman killed her for such insubordination, maybe the black lady managed her own vanishing act, I don't know.)

I couldn't keep hiding forever and on a mad dash they spotted me and shot me with some sort of tranquilizer. As I fell I rolled into a clearing in the cornfield. I fought the drug in order to stay conscious, but I didn't move. I lay still with my eyes closed so they wouldn't know I was still awake. I was lying on my chest and felt horribly heavy from the drug but I figured if I had one chance now, it was to keep hold of reality. Maybe I could find the right moment to run... if I could still run...

The bad guys came and one of them held me down with his knee in my back while the others surrounded me with guns pointed down at me. Someone came up and lifted my head a little. I felt fingers opening my left eyelid and I saw a nurse (a very stereotypical, outdated looking nurse, who was probably a shapeshifted alien who'd watched a little too much 1940's earth television). She used the little finger on her left hand to poke lightly at my eyeball. I remember being worried about her fingernail. I moved my eye only a little but still thought she might notice I was awake. But she seemed satisfied after a few pokes and let go of my eye. Just as I was thinking I'd succeeded in keeping at least one small advantage I felt a prick somewhere in my back and a very powerful dose of some drug sent me to unconsciousness.

I was instantly dreaming, I knew it, but it was unlike any other dream I'd ever had. The world was in shades of black and white, and even the sound in the air around me seemed foreign. I was breathing and could hear it like a controlled rush as I stared out what must have been some sort of helmet. I was looking at the corn field, the clearing I'd fallen into, but the scene had been surreally transformed into perfect right angles. The corn was no longer a mass of spindly stalks but featureless flat hedge-looking things. I was standing in the clearing, and it made a hallway between these odd flat wall-hedges that stretched out in front of me, before it ended in a T junction that led to thinner passages to the left and right. I felt rather than saw tubes coming from my helmet into my suit (some sort of space suit?) The helmet must have been large, because all I could see was the glass/clear protective surface before me that curved the secenery at the very edges of my vision. I realized that I was an alien now, a real alien, somehow connected to it, but I honestly felt like I was the alien. The end result was frighteningly realistic, but in effect redefining "real" because I wasn't human anymore.

There was nobody in the clearing ahead of me. I turned and saw someone behind me... it was the old me! The me I had been before this terrible dream. He was just standing there with an odd, somewhat stupid smile on his face. I felt such an intense and complete hatred for this man that I immediately reached out and grabbed the human face and head in my hands. (The alien hands were suited up almost like a typical astronaut in a space suit, only less bulky, and the gloved fingers and hands were human shaped.) I squeezed the man's head and crushed it, killing him. I dropped the body and turned back the way I'd originally been facing. I walked to the end of the corridor, all the time hearing the terrible breathing... my breathing...

There was bright light above me and I looked up, raising my arms in the glare and feeling a strange mix of familiarity and total exaltation. I felt my body being sucked up into the transporter of the alien vessel not far above me, like I became a digital painting that streaked upwards, first from my fingers and helmet and continuing quickly down until I was completely transferred to the receiving pod inside the ship.

The next thing I remember is a great, dark space, like the interior of a huge ship. A sinking feeling that I'd been asleep all this time and woken up who-knows-where under complete alien control told me that I was myself again... at least. But I wasn't sure how I was seeing what was before my eyes. It was like the ship I was in was transparent or at least the bulk of it seemed to be to my right and a little above me. Ahead of the alien ship was a pulsing beam of light that flexed a little like a frequency wave turned 3D. The ship was travelling along the light beam like it was a travel route; it disappeared into the front of the ship somewhere and I'm not sure if it continued out the back of the ship... it may not have.

The ship was going slowly and the whole time I could hear a loud, metallic, and vaguely deep voice saying over and over, "You are here. You are here. You are here." This vision didn't last long, as I moved almost involuntarily, trying to figure out if I could move at all, or where I was in all this. I felt sheets, the solidness of a bed below me, a very human feeling after such an alien experience. I was sure I'd seen the previous scenes, but had I been asleep and only just now woken? Had I been able to unwittingly access some sort of alien viewing system with my mind? Had I connected telepathically with the alien who I'd envisioned... killing me in the corn field? Had my death only been some wish or delusion on the part of the alien? I was obviously still alive... and in a bed somewhere... in alien custody, right?

Then I realized I was awake, truly awake, and this had all been just a dream.

dream symbol analysis and thoughts )
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was special agent Clarice Starling from the Hannibal Lecter stories/movies. I was going to an old abandonned facility to find files on Dr. Lecter. It was getting dark outside and I was in the parking lot trying to figure out how to get in the building. Someone came out a back door as I neared it and I drew my gun, pointing it at the person and saying, "Identify yourself!"

Turns out this is a lady I'd contacted to help me go through the place, and so I said, "Special agent Clarice Starling reporting for duty," or something like that. We went into the building, the doors seemed like ship's doors and a lot of the hallways had the feeling of metal corridors like in a ship, along with big rooms that were painted white but they were rusting or peeling now.

As we walked around I talked to this other lady, and then I became that lady and no longer Clarice (I was now following her around). It was like I was some sort of semi-psychic. I asked her if she wanted me to "feel around" in Case Files, a room that was nearby and to where we were headed. I said, "Sometimes I get something in the air, you know? And I can follow it. And sometimes it's crap, like I'm some huge charlatan." I think she declined my offer, like she didn't think it would help if the case files weren't in the room they were supposed to be (and we had this sinking feeling they might have been removed) but she didn't seem opposed to the idea I could do things like that. I said, "Y'know, most people don't like that stuff," (meaning the ability to feel things out psychically).

We went through a doorway and I remember I suddenly felt very cold inside. I told Clarice this, but there was probably no way for us to find out what had happened on that spot who-knows-how-long-ago. There wasn't much evidence of anything but general decay around us.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(Our new cat is fighting me for the computer cuz it's just soooo interesting... so this may end up typed with one hand... dorky thing... purrrrrrrrrr. Y'know what's funny, I haven't seen the movie this dream is based on in quite a while.)

I was Abrams from Chariots of Fire except I may have been on the American team instead of the British team. I'm not totally sure. I'm not even sure this was the Olympics (though I do think it might have been somewhere in the screwy dream logic), but it was some very important racing event. It was pouring down rain the entire time, but the show had to go on, apparently heavy rain and extremely muddy tracks were not enough of an issue to stop the event.

I'd been warming up, and came over to where my race was setting up. The official in charge said I couldn't race because one of my teammates had left, he'd chickened out because the pressure was too much. According to the official rules, that meant our whole team was screwed and couldn't race anymore. Unless he came back, and that seemed unlikely.

I was really upset, this was my big race and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I went back to our team vehicle (seems like it was a large car of some sort) and talked to the coach. (The coach was Eric Liddell's coach from the movie.) He seemed frustrated but resigned, as rules were rules and we couldn't very well do anything about it.

Then our missing teammate came back in a car (someone had driven him) and he looked afraid we were going to be really mad at him, but he was penitent and had gotten up the guts to come back. At least to give me a chance to race... I'm not even sure there were any more races after mine. I told him it was fine and he'd be okay and boogied off to the track because I was just in time to get into the race.

The footholds for the beginning of the race were pre-dug and had this odd large, flat foam cover thing on top with cutouts for the feet to go down in the holes. I guess it was supposed to make the race more challenging, because if you weren't careful you could get your foot caught in the dang thing and lose time right off.

I got in the starting stance and so did everyone else racing against me. The gun went off and we ran like mad... and then there was a second part of the race, where we had to roll along the ground sideways as fast as possible. At this point any logic that was left in the dream broke apart and if anything else happened it didn't make sense.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (<3)
I've forgotten a lot of this dream, as quite a bit of it didn't make sense. But there was a remote, tropical island and I was part of a group of stranded people trying to keep alive and not get killed by "the Others" (just like in the TV show Lost). I remember at one point getting hypnotized by some flowers on a tree nobody else could see (I'd breathed in some kind of gas they hadn't gotten a whiff of), and running off to a place where the Others had control of a big, fortified building. I was going to go in there because the madness in my mind made me think I had to. John Locke was trying to stop me but I went up a lot of steep, sandy slopes and the trees and plants I used to pull myself up would always pull out of the ground as soon as I was done using them, so Locke couldn't keep up.

Later on there was some weird goings on to do with guns, and I had one at one point but then ran out of ammunition, but didn't want the Others to realize this and was hoping I could find some more before they figured it out. There was also some Sims skill-building weirdness going on (like I said, half the dream made no sense but there was a definite air of suspense and fear throughout the dream). In the end, though, I remembered that another character in the dream plot had swum out west and found another island with nobody on it, a safe place the Others didn't know existed. (I think I was that other character somewhere back in the dream, that's how I knew). So I rounded up the one other person I could find who was still alive and said we had to swim west. The nice thing was, the sun was setting in about an hour so it was very obvious which way to go. Follow the sun!

As I was swimming off, though, my (real) kid sister runs up to the beach and starts crying because she can't swim (not true, but in reality I don't think she woulda been able to make it to the island anyways). She has some teenager friends around her too with similar problems; some of them can swim, but not very well. There's a moment where I wonder if it's too late, because it seems like I knew the Others would be showing up any moment, but then I decided I couldn't leave her behind and swam back to shore. I told my sister to hang onto me, and her friends to hang onto her, and I'd swim and we'd all make it together if some of the others could do some kicking too. This was working fairly well, but we had only gone a few yards before I saw one of the Others.

This person was more like an ape-human hybrid creature, and this one was female. At that moment that's what all the Others had been like the whole dream (but they hadn't really been, they were humans up to that point... silly dream physics). I was afraid because the Other had an inflated inner tube and was getting into it to follow us. But she called after us and said she wanted to join us, that she didn't want to be with the Others anymore. I told her she had to promise not to flip out and kill us later on, and I had to be convinced she was being truthful, and she did promise and I believed her. So we added the inner tube to our floating people raft and kept swimming. The inner tube helped a ton.

We saw the safe island coming up through some haze, but then there was the thought that swimming past that would bring us to New York City. And we hadn't even gotten to the island yet when suddenly out of the haze (to the left of the island) comes a very New-York looking skyline, with tons of skyscrapers crammed in and going straight down to the waterline. More and more of this city appears and we stear towards it, confused but not gonna let this chance go to get back to civilization. As we get closer we notice that the buildings are put together oddly, like they've been stacked up all funny on top of each other and not like you'd expect any sane builder to do.

A wave carried us into a hallway of the closest building, it turned out to be an indoor shopping mall. Then the place we'd come from, with all the water, melted away into more of the mall, disappearing like it'd never been there. The architecture seemed to normalize as well, and there we were sitting on the floor with the inner tube, people walking by us ignoring us.

We walked into the closest shop, seeking answers to this weirdness, and it was a Meet Santa shop sorta thing. Santa Claus was sitting behind a desk and for some reason I knew this guy was probably actually the real Santa Claus, not just some guy dressed up in a suit like anybody else would think. This section of the dream feels very Narnia-like, specifically the end of The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe where the kids ask the Professor if he thinks they've been on a real adventure. And that's more or less what I asked Santa, was if we'd been on a real adventure. He seemed to be indicating that he believed it was real, but now that I think about it, he never gave a straight answer.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(Yeah, yet another dream about running. I watched the last couple episodes of season one of The Pretender last night, hence the subconscious inspiration.)

I was Jarod from The Pretender. I'd led Miss Parker to some building by a trail of clues and she'd caught me there. The building was huge, many sublevels and floors above ground too. Parker wanted clues though, that's why she was there, clues to her mother's death and the rescued children and all that, and the sublevel we were on had plenty of that. So at first we were looking through the stuff (boxes and rooms) with her pointing a gun my direction, and then eventually there wasn't a gun. By now the place was swarming with sweeper teams anyways, so there was "no" chance for me to escape. We ended up going upstairs for some reason, to the second floor. I told Parker that I forgot something or I was going to get something on the sublevel we'd found things on and she actually believed me. That I was coming back. She did think it was impossible for me to escape and that naturally I'd be back in a few minutes.

I had other plans. On the first floor or perhaps the basement just below that (which seemed to have been built half way above ground) there were a couple of drainage pipes. I thought at first I could squeeze through them and then out, but they had a lot of water going through them on closer inspection, and also I wouldn't fit. Not much further along there was a round air vent of some kind, and I removed the grating, put it back, and ran like hell across the grass outside. I had to time where I was running between the patrols of sweepers walking around the complex. Sometimes I hid in bushes, at other times I was vaulting over fences. There were a lot of fences, from high chain link-ed ones to slightly electrified ones to a kind made of some sort of mesh-like plastic fabric.

I made it to a park of some sort by what looked like a large lake. At this point I heard a helicopter and knew Parker had figured out I wasn't coming back. Took her long enough. The helicopter appeared in the sky somewhere ahead of me, but it had trouble finding me through the trees. I headed to the left and found a very steep, gravelly incline down to the water. There were plants along the water's edge, nasty bristly things but after sliding down the incline I hid in them for a moment, taking off my leather jacket so I'd be able to swim better. The helicopter had seen me on the incline but had lost me when I hit the bushes.

As I swam out underwater I realized this was a river (with a decent current). The helicopter was searching desperately above me, but they couldn't see me because I didn't surface. I'd brought part of one of those river plants along with me, it was hollow on the inside, a bit like bamboo but not very large. I used it to breath through when I needed to. I found another one of these impromptu straws in the water as I went along, it was bigger (mine was not the easiest way to get oxygen fast) but I noticed it had bugs inside of it that still looked alive. I tried blowing them out but that didn't work, so I let it go and kept using the original one. I kept swimming and I knew that I'd get away.

Then I woke up.
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I was Frodo trying to steal the ring from Gollum (yeah I know Bilbo stole the ring but that seemed unimportant in the dream). It felt like being in a video game, like I knew what I needed to do ahead of time, maybe I'd played this bit before. So anyways I'm deep underground in a tunnel system with various rooms branching off here and there, all quite dark and made of dirt. I had the Light of Galadriel but it didn't work very well. I found the room with the ring (apparently he kept it in a room) but there wasn't just one ring, there were two. Which one was the right one?

The other thing was these rings were not gold, they were very thin silver, kinda like cheap 25 cent machine rings. They were even cut on one side to be adjustable for any finger. Yeah I know, crappy magic rings eh? I put one on, trying to see if I turned invisible. It didn't work. I put the other one on, and got about the same effect. So I put both on and I felt like they might work if they were on together. Gollum showed up right then and apparently he couldn't see me. He started throwing a fit because the rings were missing and I took off down the nearest tunnel.

I found a wooden bucket suspended by rope over a deep pit. The rope was looped over something in the darkness above and tied back down near the bucket's handle. I untied it and put my feet in the bucket, and the rope was so long I was able to lower myself all the way to the bottom. I knew Gollum would find the bucket missing and see that it had been used, but now I had worse problems to deal with. In the huge cavern I'd arrived in there was a giant praying mantis bug thing (kinda like the bug in the arena in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones). The side of the cavern I was on had a smooth surface, so I ran to the other side which was all convoluted weathered stone. Unfortunately the critter spotted me, but its eyesight was so bad that it lost me as soon as I stopped moving. It was sniffing around though, trying to find me... and coming closer.

At this point I changed into my real life self (more or less) and the giant bug morphed into a camel. I realized that I would get through this okay, that I knew what to do to make the camel like me. It was very close now and I reached out and petted it while talking to it. It worked, I didn't get eaten or camel-mauled. (Hehee...)

I think I woke up at this point, but fell back to sleep. I think I was going to redo this whole part of the "game" but again it was like it was all around me, like it was real life but not. I was stocking up on weapons, figuring if I could actually kill Gollum it'd make things a lot easier. I kept wondering if the game plot would let me do that... considering it'd destroy most of the plot of The Lord of the Rings (like it wasn't already screwed in the dream). But I wasn't stockpiling fantasy/medieval weapons. I was stockpiling things like battery powered flashlights and pens that could shoot bullets.

The dream shifted to become some sort of Splinter Cell-feeling mission. Except I think I was an officer in the NAVY or some weird thing, and I was a guy again. I was now in a white room near the window on the opposite side of the one door into the room. A uniformed guard came in the door and I shot him. And then somehow tore a hole in the ceiling above me and climbed into the room above me. Here I found another guard, but someone else had already shot him. I was worried about rescuing a friend who I knew had been captured by whoever was running this place. Now it seemed like more than one group was infiltrating the complex, and I had a bad feeling that this rival group wasn't there to be helpful, but might actually want to see my friend dead.

I questioned the guard, asking who'd shot him. I don't really remember much of this other than his blood looked like jelly donut filling. The slightly pinkish purple kind. He was dressed like a cop... so... well who knows. Anyways I left the room because I knew I didn't have much time (and I don't think I got much useful information out of the cop). I found myself in a hallway, and the room next to the one I'd left had my friend in it, as well as at least two bad guys. I think there was a girl too. Everybody was wearing dark uniforms. I grabbed one guard/bad guy from behind and pointed a pen at his head. The bad guys knew that I had a pen that shot bullets, but what they didn't realize was I'd lost it. What I was pointing at my hostage's head was a regular ball-point pen!

Anyways I demanded the release of my friend and myself and they let my buddy go. I shoved the guy I was holding away and ran after my friend. We went down the hall and out the front door (the irony is this floor was laid out like the main floor in a house I used to live in over in Oregon before going to college). But the last thing I saw leaving the place was a very high-ranking official in one of the armed forces (Military, parhaps?) and he yelled after me something about how this was futile and this went much higher than I could possibly do anything about.

Now I was hurt for some reason, like escaping from the place had taken much more than I thought it had (reality shift alert!). Someone was helping me walk along the sidewalk to get to the driveway/road that ran past the place. I knew that we were okay, we'd made it out, but I think my buddy had been recaptured or I had failed to rescue him (the details here are very fuzzy). I was wearing a white full-dress uniform and I know I looked a little bit like the main character in Quantum Leap. The person helping me along was a lady and I think she was also in white full-dress uniform. I think I was a NAVY captain. And I remember it being sunny with blue sky overhead.

As we made it to the street, a black guy who apparently had been with me inside the buildling said he was going back in for the guy we couldn't rescue. He vanished off into some brush and I knew there was a hatch or sewer opening over there that he'd use to try and go back. I knew that anyone who tried to go back in there would be killed if they were caught, no second chances this time. I was too hurt to continue though, so I stayed with the lady.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
This dream was from two nights ago. I was Vin Diesel as Xander Cage in XXX. I was airlifted via silent helicopter into a complex bordered by trees. It was daytime and snow covered the ground. I was there for some sort of recon/stealth mission. But the first guard outside the building spotted me, and I had to run. As long as I could find a place to hide and try again, my mission wouldn't be a total bust.

I started sliding downhill on my boots and thinking that this would be a lot easier with a snowboard. Then I just decided that I had one, and I did. (I'm getting better at controlling my dreams even if I don't realize that's what I'm doing at the time.) I made it to the bottom of the hill and there was a parking lot and a snowed-over nature park further on. I'd lost the guard but he'd managed to get two bad guys on my tail (the two Russian guys who hang out with the main bad guy in XXX and the guy who smokes). They pulled into the parking lot as I ran by their pickup truck. They chased me into the park and I was thinking that I my odds were getting worse because I was getting tired, I hadn't expected the chase to last this long.

Then I realized they had guns. A moment later they shot me and I fell to the ground. I laid there and didn't move or say anything. The guys, unable to make me talk for the moment, ripped three patches off my jacket. The first one... I forget what it was. The second one said I'd seen six years in Iraq. The third one said I was a Navy SEAL. It vaguely occurred to me that maybe it wasn't the smartest thing in the world to be wearing those patches at that moment (although the guys seemed slightly impressed at my war duty).

Then I woke up.


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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!