tirsdendreams: (cray-zee)
Several components of this dream draw from recent real-life experience in the game. I had been playing the game infrequently via Veteran status until subscribing about a month ago to get the movie promotion transmog items out of the mail. I spent a good chunk of that month playing Overwatch and Sims 3, so it's only been the last week or so that WoW obsession has set in. I got the last three levels on my Unholy death knight and my Subtlety rogue should also be maxed within the next day or two. I worked on the rogue heavily last night, which no doubt plays into the dream content. I am also severely disappointed in the pre-Legion mega-patch, which made it into the dream as well, as did facets of my chronic memory loss. So, here we go.

In the dream, I was bouncing my rogue around Draenor killing targets using stealth and Shadowstrike. The dream included a "fact" that item disassembly (for crafting components) and the ability to dye gear was a thing, and had been incorporated into the game some time back when I had been previously subscribed. I started realizing something as I went along this day: random green drops used to sometimes have a dye color already applied, but nothing I was picking up was dyed.

Thus, when I disassembled items, there were no dye bits to accumulate and send to whichever character of mine had the profession to actually made dye (I think it was either inscription or alchemy but it wasn't a focus of the dream, more a vague background thought). The dye-bits concept worked a bit like how leather scraps, ore pieces, and herb petals work in the actual game; in the dream I could see now that it appeared devs had removed dye bits from the game, probably to make dye harder to produce. Sigh, I thought. Just another thing to be disappointed in. Also, I wasn't 100% sure this wasn't my memory loss coming into play somehow. I was pretty darn sure I was remembering the dye thing properly, though.

Eventually I woke up, and it took a good groggy minute of lying there going "what a weird dream" to realize that no, dye has never been a thing in WoW and neither has disassembly (aside from disenchanting which only gives enchanting materials anyways). I think somewhere along the lines yesterday I had a brief thought like, "I wish this game had disassembly like TSW/etc so crafting materials were easier to get," and that made its way into the dream as a reality. I've probably thought that before at times, and/or heard others voice the wish, but as per my usual mental issues... I forget.
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: (leave it all behind)
I was outside somewhere near my randomly dream-created house, with my randomly dream-created parents. They were apparently Russian, while I was born in the US and had grown up here. Also, my husband was a modern-day version of Indiana Jones, at about age 40-45. He was back at the house as this started.

My parents were saying goodbye to me, as they were about to go out of the country for a while on vacation. My mother said something very strange, about the weather here and how it was too bad she would miss seeing me when it would be "17C" as in seventeen degrees Celsius. (In reality after waking up, I figured out via conversion website that this is just over 60 degrees Fahrenheit but that was way beyond the ability for dream logic to figure out.) I realized that she was talking about a very low temperature that matched exactly with nuclear winter. They were leaving by then, I don't remember how (car? charter plane? was there a dream-logic construed airport there for a few minutes? I seriously don't remember, but it seemed like once they were gone they were gone) so I just sort of pretended to say goodbye and right around then Indy showed up.

I suddenly proposed that we go on vacation, and I remember having a map out and wondering what the blast radius was for a nuclear bomb if it was aimed at our general location. I think we were kind of near a big city, I was trying to mentally juggle whether or not my parents were literally finding some way to nuke me specifically, and whatever else died by collateral damage... or if this was a threat to something major near us that they knew about and was just... convenient to their own desires. Why they wanted to kill me was anybody's guess.

I wanted to go north, and I remember thinking that we didn't really have to take anything with us as the whole point was to get the hell out as fast as we could. I can't remember if I told him why we had to get out of there... being worried that we might not have enough time to tell anyone else or we'd die too... I think I did tell him, but everything was getting really muddled up.

Then I woke up.

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: (found my way)
I was trying out a new World of Warcraft free server, PvP but it wasn't intant level 80 yet it seemed to be sort of set up for that, like how you can only go to specific areas in the world. I remember rolling a human but I forget the class, it wasn't one that I'm super-proficient in. However, I also remember her being Horde... I have no idea how that worked. Nevermind that I don't play Alliance anymore anyways.

Logging in initially sent me to this very gothic, huge room that had a lot of stuff on the floor and was obviously custom created by the devs. The stuff on the floor seemed to be already-sparkling quest items even though I had no quest yet. I thought it looked like there were 5 different types of items, most of which make so little sense now I can't even describe them in the waking world but one was a ring and one was a mirrored shield. There were a whole bunch of copies of these things around, so that it wouldn't be hard to find them if there were a lot of starting players.

There was an extravagantly-dressed lady who was obviously the initial quest-giver, and I think she was scripted to be saying things to me. I remember something about the Horde having secured a few resources in the eastern part of the world, so that was a hint that there was tradeskills on that server. Meanwhile, I was curious to see if I could loot the quest items before getting the quest, so I tried and was able to. Three items later all the quest items stopped sparkling, and I realized I must have all of them even though I hadn't tried picking up one of the rings yet. Then it seemed like I noticed the ring was actually just part of one of the weirder objects I'd already picked up.

I talked to the lady, got the quest, and turned it in immediately. At this point it was scripted to transition me on to the next part of the introduction, and dream logic sort of mixed the concept of a loading screen with information on the server-specific game stuff, with me reading an actual printed magazine that included information and advertisements from that server.

There was something about collecting badges, which were rendered as really pretty gold and silver circle things with twirly patterns in them, like oversized pendants almost but not made for a real necklace. If you collected something like 49 of them (not sure on the exact number), you got a crystalline mask that was reeeeally pretty and I don't think it actually had any magical properties, it just looked super-cool. It was gem-cut all over to contour in a mask shape that was sort of like a two-sided Phantom Of The Opera mask.

I knew it probably took a lot of work to get that many badges, but I was starting to get really excited about this. I was also realizing that I really should have rolled a class that I could level quickly (I think this was supposed to be at least a 5x server) and could also already PvP decently even though I am not the super-PvP sort of player. Although I knew the earlier levels could be annoying, I decided then that I was going to log out as soon as possible and roll a male blood elf priest instead, and it would be Aster as is one of my favorite characters for doing so.

The next area finished loading and it was basically some sort of huge cathedral-like main hall, with me off to the left side and a big scripted thing with the Lich King up on the central dais going on with him talking about... I don't remember. And for some reason, the Lich King was Kael'thas. Meanwhile I realized I could log out now, but as I did that I received a warning message about how if I logged out now, my character wouldn't be able to survive without the Lich King's.... something about his having to take newly remade people with him in some kind of ritual for giving them sustenance from captured beings or something. Odd, it looked like if you quit at that point you couldn't keep the character.

Well, whatever, I confirmed my choice, and then it took the game's point of view over to a side room in the same cathedral-ish building, further to the left of where I'd been before. My character was there begging me not to do this, and I had a sort of "are you sure?" dialogue message waiting. I confirmed my choice again, and then the chat screen had some sort of message about how the banshee was actually sorry she had to do this but she had no choice. A banshee then appeared from above, coming through the ceiling like a ghost (because technically that's what she was), and came down and took a swipe at my character with her claws.

My character fell over dead, and yet somehow now looked just like the banshee who had just attacked her. There was some kind of message about "twenty minutes" as another loading screen came up, and I wondered if I was now going to have to wait 20 mins to create a new character, or if there was some kind of last-ditch ability to change one's mind on a deleted character for 20 mins. If it were the latter, I didn't care, I'd just make Aster and ignore the girl character till she went on moratorium, and delete her for good. I was just hoping that I was being loaded into the character list / creation screens and not somewhere else that'd drag the process out.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was Sherlock Holmes, invited one evening to an extravagant party in a lavishly-decorated room. I was speaking to a well-dressed older gentleman who turned away to speak to others after saying a few words to me, and I turned away myself as that conversation was over.

Someone was watching the gentleman who no longer held my attention, the viewer unseen behind a slit in the high bar counter. Suddenly a dagger flew from that location, but I only saw the aftermath as the gentleman fell dead with the blade through the back of his skull.

People backed off, shrieked, what have you, and after a quick confirmation by Watson that the man was indeed dead, I tried to ascertain what had happened. In theory, everyone on my side of the room with a clear line of sight to the body was a suspect, but to do such a deed would have risked someone seeing.

Then I woke up... tried to figure out what time period the dream was supposed to be set in... and eventually fell back to sleep. I think I dreamed other things before the main concept of this dream returned.

It was now most definitely modern times and daylight, and I was returning to the apartment building where the party had been held. But instead of some lavish establishment, this turned out to be a converted indoor shopping area. I knew the person who owned the room where the party had taken place, and I recognized a poster that belonged to her in a locked glass display area on one side of the hall. It seems that because she owned the apartment that would have been the shop with access to that display, she could unlock it and put whatever she wanted in there.

This person was a friend, and I think her identity had trouble sticking with one likeness, but at least at first she was my real-life friend Saphiroko. (Yeah, I'm still Sherlock Holmes. Sense this makes not.) She met me in the hall, I made a warm remark about the use of the display, and she let me into the room.

It was completely empty, all the furnishings from the party completely gone and even the ceiling looked like it had been stripped back to plaster that had a lot of inch-round holes in it for some reason, spaced a few feet apart at intervals. The stark change distressed me, for it would be nearly impossible to gather evidence or test theories now.

Dream logic failed badly in this section, as I stated that I remembered the bar being in one location, a fireplace being next to it, and as I looked around some more, the fireplace was suddenly there, but in the wrong location (and I said as much). Then I questioned the validity of my memory, and yet still I was falling upon the theory that the bar counter would have been roughly where the knife could have come from.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (nightmaire)
The first dream was rather long and I barely remember any of it, but it involved zombies who passed on their disease by biting. They could also make zombies out of animals, and although the animal bites didn't make the disease contagious to a person, they were vicious and obviously getting any sort of injury doesn't help one's cause in staying un-zombified. For part of the dream I was indoors and I think underground, which was bad because zombies did better in the dark. The end of it had me and a guy who would be like the main or almost-main character in a movie (if I were the main) outside in the sunlight, with some kind of supposedly-protective circle of branches around us.

The circle was probably a good thirty or forty feet wide, so there was a good amount of room to move, and I think there was only one zombie beyond the circle at the moment but there were a lot more animals. I remember specifically a squirrel or two, and one of them managed to get into the circle and bite me on the back of my right hand (OW yes it definitely very much hurt). There was a third guy with us I think, and I was yelling at him that this circle thing wasn't keeping the bad crap out like it was supposed to and realized right around then that he'd been zombified just now. The whole thing was going to hell and I'm not really sure how it ended, but I woke up really scared and realized it had been the first nightmare of that type I'd had in quite a while (the typical scary-nightmare or horror-movie inspired thing). I was disappointed I'd gone through the whole thing without realizing it was a dream, because if I had, I could have woken myself up.

Well, I went back to sleep because I was way too tired to get up. I went almost immediately back to dreaming. I was in my (randomly dream-created) house, with my (randomly dream-created) boyfriend and family, and it was night time. I was afraid the zombies would attack, as if part of the old dream had carried on to this new dream. Suddenly my boyfriend revealed that he was one, and I ran out of the house. I remember very little of this dream and I wish I could because I'm pretty sure it was epic-scale. I eventually met up with a slightly overweight middle-age lady with a kindly face and medium-length, kinda-curly brown hair. She knew who I was, and told me that I was very important to stopping the evil.

I think I was telling her about what had happened so far, and as I was going over the beginning, the dream sort of flowed into my narrative and thus ended and started to repeat. This time I was back in my house at night where I'd started (though the house had changed) and my boyfriend was there again with my family. I think I was telling them about the first dream, as if I'd just had it or something, and I told them we needed to lock the doors and windows to make sure the zombies didn't get in because I didn't think it was just a dream. Then one of the zombies I recognized came to the front door, I could see him, and as I was freaking out I began to realize my family and boyfriend were all zombies and they were saying something like "she's not ready yet."

I'm not sure what happened to the zombie outside (I think they let him in) but he wasn't out there anymore and I ran outside to get away from them all. I ran left along the sidewalk and I remember thinking it was important I stay under the stars. I looked up and saw what looked like a yellow glow-in-the-dark sword-shaped mouse pointer in the sky pointing to a specific star, so I ran that direction (which was sort of the way I was already going, to my right a little but for the moment I was staying on the sidewalk instead of crossing the street).

An expensive black luxury sedan that I think was a BMW suddenly seemed to be swerving at me or chasing me, so I had to change directions. I silently begged the sky for more help and saw the sword was now on a star further to my left now and right on the horizon, leading me onto grass to my left that dipped down a hill and into some forest and stuff. I was still near the top of the hill as the car stopped and two black people got out, a guy and a girl, dressed nicely and I remember the guy had very short hair.

They asked me what the heck my problem was, and I forget what reason they were actually there but I begged them for a ride. They asked me where I wanted to go and I forget where I said (San Paulo?) and they were cool with that. So I got in the back seat of the car which was now for some reason a convertible, and I had a pillow in my arms when we drove right back past my house so I hugged it and looked away from the house hoping they wouldn't recognize me but at this point I knew I had red hair and I had a bad feeling they would... but we weren't chased immediately. There didn't seem to be anybody at all outside the house as I peeked back at it when we'd gone past.

The couple said they had to make a stop, which was uncomfortably only a few blocks from my house up a side street, but I had barely started telling them about the zombies and I don't think they believed me. The lady they met was going to give them some food they'd ordered, I think they'd found her through some kind of internet service. It was the lady who I had met in the first dream, the one who said I was important, but all I knew now was that she was somehow important, I just couldn't remember why. We were all out of the car as she gave the people their food, and then asked me, "Do I know you from somewhere?"

I answered something about not being sure, and she asked me what my name was. I said, "Shane..." and then it was like it was really hard to remember my last name, it was like I knew the one I had was wrong, and that there was another name I was supposed to be known by. So finally I got it out, "...Dawson" (ahahaha my brain must be taking inspiration from YouTube, even if I have wanted the name Shane for years before running across Shane Dawson). She was sort of looking at me a little funny, like she might be figuring something out, but the other people were saying we had to go now so I left with them.

A few blocks later we suddenly got rammed from behind by another car (and now our car was back to being a sedan). The guy driving finally believed about the zombies, and was wondering how they'd found us so fast. There was some dream illogic behind my response ("They're editing the video!" as if there had been video footage of us going by, and access to fully processed video feed for editing meant they... somehow had all the information they needed) and now it was a car chase.

As if this were a bad Ed Wood movie, we found ourselves in heavy city traffic in broad daylight a few moments later. The zombie car was still too close behind and now they had a large, odd tractor thing on their side as well. I kept telling the driver he needed a wide open road, this kind of car should be able to go really fast and this was totally the wrong area to try and escape in. The girlfriend of the guy agreed with me, and even suggested it might be better if I took a cab instead as those guys could drive fast.

I think we heard on the radio or something that there was an actual ghostbusting service being advertised. I asked the people if they knew about that, they didn't really but the girl drug out a phone book and handed it to me, it was supposed to be the White Pages or something, and she apologized saying it might be harder to find in there. She also gave me her cell phone to borrow, and I dialed 911 while I was looking through the book trying to figure out what the heck section ghostbusting would be under. The operator wasn't honestly sure she believed what I was trying to tell her about the zombies and all, and was fairly sure she couldn't help me. The last thing I asked her was if she had any guesses as to where the ghostbusting number would be, and she said to try the services section. Conveniently, there was such a section, and it wasn't huge.

In that section of the phone book (which was difficult to read because reading is often difficult in dreams), I finally found a page with spiritual services, a lot of occult-related stuff though too much of it seemed like it was places that just sold stuff and had fun-houses and maybe palm readings or fortune tellers if lucky. Still, that had potential and an ad I saw for a place was one I wanted to go to but wasn't sure how to get there, and was about to mention it. The girl suddenly tried handing me a very slim "phone book" that she said was the Yellow Pages with a warm, triumphant smile like it was way more what I needed... but I still wanted to go to the place where the ad was and was about to ask again.

I noticed the shops in the area we were in were a lot like the section of the phone book I'd been looking in. Then the guy said something like, "What about this place?" and suddenly he was pulled over right by that one shop I'd seen the ad for, and in the window there was a sign for "Horror House" though the windows hadn't been cleaned in a while and the whole neighborhood looked really dumpy.

Well, it was the place I wanted to go and we were sitting ducks with the zombies still too close though it seems like we'd temporarily lost them. I said sure I'd go in and begged them to please stay and wait for me in case I had to run out fast again. I grabbed Teddy (my actual teddy bear) who for some reason was in the car as if he'd been with me the whole time, but I left my purse with them as if it was somehow safer to do so (??) and also left the door open even with the zombie threat because I was that worried I'd have to run right back into the car. Also, right around this time there was another person in the back seat of the car, an Asian young lady who the dream plot just sort of threw in like she'd always been there was well.

When outside the store before this conversation, I'd seen some of the employees through the window. Now as I went into the store, the layout changed (baaad dream logic, bad) and also I no longer remember having Teddy (baaad dream edit? lol). I sort of recognized the employees (a guy and a girl in toned-down punky haircuts and stuff) and well it was the same kind of store so I just went with it. I walked past the main customers and those two employees, feeling that the help I wanted wasn't in that area, and I would know the right kind of person when I saw them... if they were there at all.

I saw a lady behind a different counter, she was older and I think she had longish light-colored hair. I could see in her eyes that she held wisdom and knowledge of the sort I was looking for, or something very close to it, so I walked up to her and said I needed help. I forget exactly how I phrased it, possibly being under attack from darkness I was afraid to talk about in public, but at the end I said, "and I'm not looking for help from 'god'" and I even used air quotes.

She nodded, seeming to understand, and then I realized she had totally vanished while I'd... stood there staring for a moment? The Asian girl from the car was now with me (she'd come to check on me I think) and I said, "Wow, she's good." I knew the older lady was going to either talk to someone before talking to me again, or was fetching someone else... possibly because she'd told me. I forget.

It was only a moment or two later that a short, elderly Asian woman walked out from a back room and guided me to go sit nearby with her on a sort of round booth-like seat without a table. I sat down with her and the other girl who was with me, and started telling her about the zombies. I really don't remember what all I said, but this all seemed to make sense to her and she was saying something back to me, I'm not sure what, but as she did so her eyes started looking past me. I looked behind me, back the way I had come, and the area there was totally obscured by almost living darkness.

The old lady got up yelling some kind of curse or something at it (I forget, words of banishment probably) and stretched out her hand. From it came a yellow-white stream of magic with a thick orange-red cord through the middle of it, and it made a long line as it struck into the darkness. A male voice said something from inside the darkness, I don't remember what it was but probably something about the futility of her standing against him. Then I could see a man in the darkness there, and I knew it was one of the zombies, but now it was like I also knew they were actually vampires. Could be that was part of the dialogue, I wish I could remember it better.

The man countered the magic with his own power (which I don't remember what it looked like), and the lady shriveled up and fell backwards, dead. The other girl by me tried to get in his way as well and I think she also either died or got zapped into unconsciousness. Then I was on the floor as well, passing out because he'd hit me with some of that power next, and as everything went dark I heard the voice of Vampire Hunter D asking a very short question. Sadly, I can't remember the question now, though I do believe it had to do with asking where I had vanished to. I realized that perhaps I had disappeared off the floor completely, perhaps with my female friend too, and maybe the lady who I had seen in the previous dream had done it? Perhaps all hope was not yet lost?

But I wouldn't find out, because then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
I was Bea from Kill Bill, and I don't remember what was going on until I ended up in a multi-storied house fighting a copy of myself. It would seem someone had cloned me, trained this new person to fight just like me, even tried to get her to think like me and think that she was me. There were differences, though, at least mentally as she was part of some bizarre crime ring thing that had to do with the genetic engineering thing. Plus, she wanted to take me out and replace me, as if she could or as if she deserved it.

I was using my sword, but was disarmed and started losing badly, taking a lot of injuries from my alternate's sword. I fell through a laundry chute to get away from her and found the sword again just as she arrived to renew the attack. We ended up fighting towards the basement stairs that led upwards again, and we seemed evenly matched. I think she decided she had better flee and try this again some other time, and thus ran up the stairs trying to get away. I stayed right behind her and cut big long cruel gashes in her nearest arm and leg.

This chick just would not stop going (kinda like me) and at the top of the stairs realized she needed to keep fighting now or she might not live out the battle. It was too late for her to decide this, because I grabbed her from behind and used a large knife to slit her throat and stab her in the stomach. (I have no idea where the sword went, I think dream logic decided the sword would work better as a knife in that moment.) As she was dying, I said, "You did very well... but you'll never be me."

She died, and I think I just dropped her and moved on because I was actually there to rescue a baby that might still be alive if I were lucky (it had something to do with the earlier plot I can't remember). The rest of the dream is confusing and way more disturbing, and I'm not going to get into it. To sum up, it seemed I'd failed the baby mission, but then later maybe didn't, and then perhaps in the end did, all within a few minutes.

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: (nightmaire)
At first I was Olivia, the main character of NBC's Fringe. I was called out to the latest site of a serial killer with some sort of paranormal bent (standard episode plot, anyone?). All the victims were women, and the only thing I really remember about the murder site was that it was gruesome and bloody.

I went home afterwards, and it was evening. I had a bad feeling that perhaps because I was investigating these crimes now... I might become the next victim. The details are fuzzy at this point but I think I was on the phone with my neighbor (in whatever apartment building this dream decided I lived in), talking about other stuff when the thought came up.

Then the perspective changed, and I was the neighbor (and apparently some semi-true-to-life version of myself). The phone went silent and I got worried and went next door. Olivia had been knocked out and the killer was there. I seriously don't remember how I managed to subdue him but I know at one point I got a kitchen knife. (The details here are reeeally fuzzy and this dream honestly scared me so I debated on even posting it and have forgotten bits as it is.)

So yes, mister killer was finally on the ground and I was going at him with the knife. And it was like I couldn't get him to die. I was literally hacking this guy up into pieces, like he was some sort of modern-science zombie, and he was still taunting me about how he was gonna kill me in horrible painful ways I couldn't possibly imagine. I do believe other agents finally showed up, and they figured out a way to destroy the guy once and for all. So there was at least some resolution to that... I think there was a little bit more, but I don't remember what it was.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (down the bunny pit)
There was more to this, but the relevent part started with me as the little girl in Aliens, and Ripley and I were headed to an elevator on a high floor of a tall building. We knew we needed to get out. (I think this was supposed to be after that movie's timeline at some later point.)

Then I changed perspectives to either myself or another female character who was with the two already there. I had the only flashlight, and although I don't remember lighting issues on the floor we were on, when the elevator arrived it was dark in there. I threw the flashlight in there on the floor, as if it was important I do so (and I think dream logic had intended it to be, then went "wtf?"). So, suddenly I'm realizing that wasn't the smartest idea as the flashlight fell apart and I knew it was broken. For some reason it had 4 batteries in it when it was fallen apart, though I knew it'd only take two (they were C or D cells, and the flashlight was black and kinda heavy-duty).

So anyways we got on the elevator and apparently there were blue glow sticks on the floor as well, so at least there was a little bit of light. It seemed like that was important for more reasons than just being able to see. Some freakish unknown thing creeping around killing people? Possibly. The elevator itself was partly messed up, missing one door, and as it started going down floors we tried to put the half of the door in the center so it blocked off as much as possible. (It was moveable like a sliding closet door since it was broken. Like that makes any sense.)

Some of the floors we passed had an odd, dim blue light. Ripley and the girl were crouched down against the door with their backs to it, and I was on the far side watching the floors go by. Suddenly I saw a small version of one of the face-hugger aliens creep around the top edge of the door. There were more on the floors we were going by as well, but so far only this one had caught the elevator. Ripley was trying to stay still and keep the girl still, covering the little one's mouth so she wouldn't make noise. They were both very scared, and I think we knew that these things shouldn't be there and not only was it a bad sign that they were, but it was entirely possible we might not live through this.

I started slowly putting the flash light back together, adding in the batteries for weight. Then I stood up and mashed the top of it onto the alien as hard as I could. This apparently killed it... and it stuck to the door in all its goey deathness. Ripley pulled part of it off and chucked it into one of the floors we were passing (reeeally fucking tall building I guess), and apparently after the thing was dead or because it was so young/small, the acid didn't bother her (or dream logic sorta went "meh, don't care"). She pulled the other part off and threw that out too.

Now two more were crawling around about the same area, and I smooshed those as well. I think Ripley also threw those out... and then we got to the bottom floor and it was really well-lit, reminded me of an airport terminal. Nobody seemed to know anything was wrong. A security guard in a white uniform showed up to like... tell us we didn't have authorization to be where we were... and it gets fuzzy around here, but I think we were supposed to get taken to see the big boss guy of the building.

Then it got utterly psychotic. The three of us were made to get on this almost Disney Land kinda ride, a hanging moving thing that we could sit in with seats on both side of a small enclosed space with an open top. It was taking us through some kind of displays, like a weird mixture of the company's history and a collection of total "wtf" items. And then we passed this odd fan that was blowing really hard and realized it was blowing bits of broken glass with the air. We tried ducking to get away but it still hit us and it hurt. I had a wide collar on my coat apparently, and I was able to pull it up high enough to at least avoid some of that.

Now I knew for sure we were still in obvious danger, and being as I wasn't sure what would be at the end of the ride, I reached out to grab various things that might be handy from the displays (some of it was close enough to touch). I broke a possibly-fiberglass oversized pencil off a statue and stuck it into my right pocket near my knee on black cargo pants I apparently was wearing. It wasn't the best weapon but it'd be better than nothing (I guess). I also managed to snag a large paperclip (the big odd-shaped X-square kind you can use to hold lots of paper) and stuck it in the left knee pocket. If they didn't search us and locked us up or something, I might be able to pick a lock with it.

We passed at least two more of the glass-blowing fan things of doom, and eventually the ride ended. We got off it in this big, posh office, with large floor-length windows to the left, an expensive table ahead of us, and lots of spendy furnishings elsewhere. There was a man to the right, well-dressed in I think a maroon suit, and we knew he was the boss. He was acting like this was just some cordial visit or something, and didn't seem antagonistic or worried about what we might think of being put through the amusement park ride from hell.

Ripley seemed a little out of it. On the table were pictures of her new line of jewelry she was apparently trying to get into as her new career. This seemed kinda stalkerish to me. There were other pictures too, of her jewelry but more of it on massive displays that looked way more fancy than where they were currently being sold. The boss guy said that this was what he wanted to offer Ripley, a bigger and much better venue with his company where she could be rich and famous and make a ton of dough.

Not only did that sound weird after all we'd been through, but then he mentioned a new kind of drug his company was producing, and said it would help her feel all better. Apparently she was already on something for post-alien-trauma-stress-stuffs. It seemed like she was kinda buying the guy's salespitch. I switched perspectives to the little girl for a moment and told her that she was fine the way she was, and that the drug was a bad idea and I didn't trust this guy. I switched back to myself, and said something like, "He's probably going to say you need just one to make it all better... and then another tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, because you'll never be able to get off it."

Ripley seemed to be getting the picture, and I moved to stand by the windows. There was a guy next to me dressed in sorta black-ops gear, and the dream just sorta decided he'd been with us the whole time, was part of our team. He looked and acted a bit like FBI Agent Charlie Francis from Fringe. Both of us were looking outside, and really close by was the waterline of a lake or very large, calm river. There was a lot of very colorful pollution in the water, and it had formed into very recognizable and artistic images along the water's edge. There were cartoon characters and other things, stuff that seemed familiar in the dream but I can't really remember what now. The pictures rippled somewhat from distortion in the water.

I wondered out loud, "I wonder if there's something sentient in there. Something creative. Possibly on the drug." The drug the guy had just mentioned... something that'd keep whatever it was trapped under the water. I don't know if anyone took me seriously or wanted to do anything about it, as the dream shifted to something elsewhere with other people and mostly unrelated.

Eventually I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (leave it all behind)
All the people in this dream kept changing a lot, as in the person who they were (whether I know them from real-life or not) even if an entity representing that "character" remained in the same spot all the time. The first part I remember, it was daytime and I was wandering around and into a bunch of rundown buildings that didn't have much space and were crammed really close together. The rooms were tiny, most of them open to the air in some way, and the hallways and doors were often crooked. The general state of decay reminded me of Silent Hill and I said something about it, other people around me (tourists, apparently, like me?) also finding the place creepy. I didn't think it was creepy, I loved it, but the others didn't appreciate the reference.

Then beyond the buildings there was a field with hills and trees beyond, and a river to the left. A guy was hitting on me, but a guy that I liked came to my rescue and told the other one to beat it. I think the guy I liked actually fought him too, but logic was failing hard (as it will continue to in this dream). At least my guy won. This started getting a bit like The Island as it felt like we were going to get in trouble for being near each other for too long... except that the concept of guard-type people coming after us was mixed up with the concept of my real-life parents (how appropriate).

We decided to make a run for it, leave all that behind, and yet we weren't running... just walking quickly up the hill into the trees. There were still other people around, and the reason why we were moving kept getting mixed up with my still being a little upset about that flirty jerk we'd left behind. Like maybe he'd come after us.

There was something about the river... and I have forgotten whatever got us to the next areas. There was a bit where it was like we had gotten to the edge of an MMORPG world map, and yet we were in the world physically and it seemed real enough except for a bit of a CG-texture-over-topography effect when looking down past the edge of the world. The area we were in was large spaces of tall golden grasses and the area beyond where we could get to was very desert-like yellowed ground/rock. The place where we were had a bit of a rise, a little bit taller than us, and when you crawled up it and looked over, the chasm beyond was so incredibly wide and deep it created some serious vertigo. The other guy was really weirding out over the thing, and I remember almost clutching the ground where it was safe on the other side of the rise because the feeling of fear of heights was so incredibly strong when peering over the edge. I looked more than once.

At any rate, we knew we couldn't go any further that way. There was a bizarre moment in my head where I wondered if we could jump off and start back at our "home points" wherever the heck that was (like in World of Warcraft, and actually the edge of the map where we were reminded me a little of the Night Elf home island except the landscape type was wrong). But I didn't want to risk actually killing ourselves as that might hurt and it might not work. And damn but that was a really effin' long drop.

More is missing from what I remember, but the next bit put us in a WWII era car and it seemed to be that time period, as if it always had been. I think we'd hitchhiked or something, and then the plot changed, where the boyfriend type person didn't exist anymore and I was part of a team of possibly-American soldiers. We were in Europe (the terrain was still really dry), supposedly going to France and/or England to escape the German invasion, and we had started in southwest Europe which in the dream failed to recognize the concept of Spain completely (even the word). Anyways, I was sitting in the back right seat composing poetry on a printed sheet of something else (yeah, modern-day printout sheet in black and white and a typical ballpoint pen).

There were three others in the car, one guy in the back seat opposite me and two up front. The guy in the back with me, none of the rest of us liked him. The two others were my friends. I read the poetry out loud, it was some sarcastic thing that if read between the lines was a direct insult/slam on the guy nobody liked; he didn't get it, and it's possibly because some of the references were in-jokes with my friends. After I read it, it was like we knew he was some kind of double agent and it was actually a bad thing to have him in the car... and it was like he was somehow in control of the situation so we were all kinda screwed if we couldn't figure something out. And he thought that was impossible.

I wrote something else on the edge of the paper and showed it to the driver. Also, I was magically now in the front passenger seat. I was trying to make sure it didn't look like I was passing a message, and also be sure the driver saw it. He nodded and smirked and the other ally got the message too cuz he saw the paper and yet somehow the bad guy didn't. The bad guy was getting suspicious that we were planning something but still, he thought he had the upper hand. What I had written was something to the effect of "drive the car off a cliff?" Somehow it was like we'd survive this and he wouldn't, or it would screw up some master plan bigger than us and it'd be worth risking our own lives. Those words I had written also totally matched with something I'd inadvertently written at the end of the poem. (I wish I could remember that poem!)

So now the driver was looking for something steep to drive the car off without the bad guy noticing. This wasn't going so well, and then I'm not sure exactly what happened but there was something about a bridge, and possibly using that since it went over a steep drop, and yet the next thing I remember is we were safely in the middle of a road surrounded by fairly flat terrain. I was now in the back left seat and the driver changed as well to someone I know in real life and would rather not mention. He was one of the allies at this point though. The passenger seat held the other ally, and the bad guy and a new bad guy (which the dream just sorta decided had always been there) were sitting in the back with me.

I whispered up to the driver, something about trying to do something about our predicament. This was also the first real time where it felt like the bad guys were actual Nazis as opposed to some other nonspecific enemy. I remember the driver saying something... agreeing with my concern but not really sure we could do anything. I was left with the feeling that if I wanted to do anything, I had to do it myself. Maybe the other ally would be more open to trying something direct if I started it...

Now the driver changed to someone else from real life who I won't mention, and he was the main enemy in the car. Dream logic got really confused over who else was who at this point, but my memories focus on what I was doing so let's stick with that. I decided to try and jump the driver, grabbing his neck and partly moving over the seat so I could get more leverage. I was trying to break his neck, and it was really hard because he knew I was trying to do it. Also, dream logic gave his neck muscles more strength than any normal person should have (grrr). I may have had a moment of lucidity where I just kinda decided "okay, you're dead, let's move this dream plot on please." Either way, the next bit defaulted to him being dead or no longer an issue. My ally from the front seat I do believe managed to get whoever was in the back seat under gunpoint to help further my own ability to subdue the driver.

The car had stopped and I think I had kicked the driver out the door or something. That left one bad guy in the car, in the seat behind me, and it was, I kid you not, Hitler himself. For some bizarre reason we just told him to get out of the car. I don't think dream logic was matching up the importance of the person with the situation in which we were in. It was like he was just another one of these bizarrely-changing characters, with slightly more realistic ties to the time period. Whatever, we told his ass to bail and left him on the side of the road all dejected-like. We foiled the master plan of whatever the hell was going on in the car! YAY!

We were still worried that the bad guys would track us down, as we had this new overriding idea that we had to get back to Allied territory and be truly safe. Maybe we had some sensitive information stolen from the bad guys. Maybe it was just the fact that they'd tried to kidnap us instead of kill us, and that meant something, and even if they just flat-out killed us or recaptured us now if they caught us... uhhh, I think we wanted to live. So yeah, meanwhile, I'm the driver apparently. There are still two random allies in the car (both guys, I was the only girl in this whole segment), one in the passenger seat and one in the back.

After getting the car started again I noticed and mentioned out loud that even though we were in Europe, everyone was driving on the right side of the road and even the car we were in was American-style with the driver seat on the left. I wondered if we were in a country where this was specifically the rule, or if some weird conformity thing had hit while we were not paying attention. We thought it was funny at any rate. What was not funny was the first major intersection I came to, I realized the brake pedal didn't work! A thought flashed through my mind that this might have been an extra safety measure for the bad guys, in case we got away... we'd end up dying in a car crash or at least wrecking the car.

I knew the bad guy had stopped the car earlier though. My memory of that was very fuzzy, but I got an image of him using the emergency brake. I pulled on the handbrake and it sort-of worked. I did manage to get the car to slow down and/or stop, the next bit was just a lot of stupid dream-logic-failed driving and modern day traffic situations mixing in where they shouldn't have been. We were also trying to find a town to hide out in and rest, and that was failing badly too. I remember towns that looked like toy houses literally, or CG renderings that we obviously couldn't visit, or things like that. Also, I got an image of a map showing sort-of-Europe (if most of southwest Europe had been squished up into one small almost-island-looking thing) showing a line where we'd actually been driven by the bad guys (going east towards Axis territory, at least that part made sense) as opposed to north. So the idea was to go north, and that at least was happening.

Eventually it was getting dark and I think we were thinking we should have been getting to Vienna soon. Vienna was, magically, some sort of shipping port or something in the north of France. (Vienna is actually in Austria, quite a bit to the east of where the dream thought it was.) We still didn't seem to be in friendly territory, as apparently the Germans had taken all of France already or something. We did find a town finally that we could stop into, but it was spread all over hills and it was still kinda not making sense. I think it might even have been Vienna, but all the buildings were mostly just really small houses and there was possibly a ferry dock on the north end by the water.

It was starting to rain as I headed the car towards that north part of town and suddenly my allies were no longer in the car. The original idea seemed to have been that they were going to look for food, but then it seemed more like I'd almost misplaced them. At that same moment, what had helped me discover that they were missing was that the car wasn't a car anymore... it was a plastic-fabric duffel bag I was dragging along the ground. An empty bag. No passengers. Meanwhile I was pulling the thing up a wet, dark hill that didn't actually have a road. (Logic bailed totally. Bye logic.)

I decided to find somewhere that we all could stay, and sort of hoped that the guys would find me or I planned to go find them after securing a room. Right by where the ferry was supposed to be (more logic fail, it was possibly a bridge or a broken-down bridge at this point) was a building marked Hotel with a red neon sign. When I got in there, though, it appeared to be a very small room with some old guy in charge of it. I asked if he had a place where we could stay, and he showed me a closet in this room that was basically a broom cupboard with a simple sleeping mat or two on the floor, a barrel, and yeah, a broom. There were also rats, and he said we could brave them if we wanted to sleep there. At first I was really worried about the rats and then I think logic decided it didn't like that bit of the story, so the rats were friendly, and one of them was on the top of the barrel just being cute. (It looked like [livejournal.com profile] saphiresdreams new rat Blob, a black and white pattern to the fur. ♥)

Okay, fine, I decided to take the "room," and there was some issue over money (and logic related to it, I'm sure) but either way I reserved the thing. Now I had to locate my buddies, and I remember thinking maybe I could put the car lights on high-beam and blink them over towards the town (the hotel area was one of the highest points, and yes, this implies I had a real car again and not a damned empty duffel bag). But then I wondered if this would make the enemy find us too.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
(I've had a lot of zombie apocalypse dreams lately. This one I thought I'd remember all of for sure, so didn't write it down upon waking... now all I can remember is this bit.)

Much more happened before this that I've now forgotten, but where memory picks up... I was inside a large building that had a round central area going up several stories, with balconies around each floor, and a spiral staircase going up between the levels. I was leading a group of survivors and we were killing a lot of zombies but mostly just trying to hold our ground. We lost the lower level though, having to try and defend the next one up. As we were losing that one as well, one of the girls in the group said that her friend (a previous member of the group) had died on the bottom floor after being turned zombie.

Well, our main group was tight-knit, and even though one of the other more recent additions to the group said we needed to just keep going, I pulled a "we cannot leave a man behind!" moment and made my way back downstairs through the zombies to get the body. It was all weird and pale and wrinkly (and didn't have much clothing on it for some reason) but I hauled it over my shoulders and logic failed, deciding that that counted as getting the body (I remember briefly something heavy on my shoulders and then... it was technically not there, or got smaller, or some weird thing). I went back upstairs without much problems and rejoined the group.

I don't remember the rest.

tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
The beginning of this dream involved running around a hospital in which most of the people had been turned into zombies for unknown reasons. They were slower than the humans but stronger (and waaaaay more of them). Those of us who were still not-undead were trying to get everyone who was still living together, and I remember attacking a zombie with a wooden pencil and literally having an argument with it as to the fact that a wood pencil stabbed into the heart should kill it. (Dream logic forgot that this applies only to vampires.) I won the argument, the zombie died.

At one point I was alone again running from zombies who seemed a lot smarter than they should have. I could hear one of them off in the distance sort of calling out to me that he'd find me. (Most of the zombies just did the typical horror movie "raaaaaaaaaar" or whatever.)

I found myself in an empty room that had cupboards up high and I remember trying to see if I could crawl up into a cupboard as some of them seemed to open up into the ceiling-works, or I could at least maybe hide until the zombies went away. I'm not sure if this succeeded or not because the next thing I remember was arriving in the hospital lobby where the survivors were all holed up defending one spot and actually managing to hold it.

I joined the group and after a while things calmed down enough that I said some of us who knew the local area should try and go out and scavenge for things like food and weapons. I told them that everyone should at least go in pairs, and to not let each other out of their sight. I even said if the other person had to go to the bathroom their partner should stay right in the bathroom with them and plug their ears and go "LALALALALALA!" (*snicker*) ....yeah... well it was smart advice for zombie-land at any rate, if rather goofball.

There were restaurants and stores sorta near the hospital, as well as some of our homes. I went to my house with a guy and his son (the house was nothing like anywhere I've ever lived in real life). As I was looking for useful things, I turned around and saw that the son was going zombie. The father was freaking out and the son appeared to be attacking him with some kinda weird black magical bits that flew out of his eyes. I told the guy to run for it but he didn't, he seemed upset he was losing his son and I told him there wasn't anything that could be done, if he wanted to live through this himself he had to bail!

Well, he was still not listening so I ran, managed to snag a bag full of large kosher crackers in the kitchen and ran out the front door. I hadn't had time to get much else of use (I don't think I even snagged any knives in the kitchen either, faaaail). Some blonde guy who's outfit and convertible car screamed California was pulling up in the driveway, he seemed a bit lost. He also had a little girl with him in the passenger seat (there was no back seat, the font seat was all one long seat).

I asked him for a ride, meanwhile he was looking for directions and I realized he wasn't local. I said, "You mean it hasn't spread past our town yet?" And he was like, "What are you talking about?" I told him something bad was happening, people turning into zombies, and I needed to get back to the hospital fast; I could show him where to drop me off because it was close by and then he should get the heck out of Dodge.

I could tell he wasn't sure he could trust me but he had his daughter move over into the middle so I could get in, then we were driving along the main drag (that had a lot of traffic... that I knew came from out of town and just happened to come straight through and continue on). I pointed out miscellaneous zombie and people corpses and then mentioned I'd been fighting them. Suddenly he really wasn't sure he should have let me into the car, I could tell by the look on his face. I told him not to worry, and to please just go right ahead and drive up the sidewalk that led to the hospital main doors (it went in from the road a bit).

He did, and several zombies started chasing us. They were fast enough that they were really close to the car and I couldn't get out and make it to the door. I told him to drive circles, and he managed to get the brainless things to keep chasing the car but they were a little slower than it, so before long there was space enough for me to make a run for it. I made it in through the doors and as far as I know the guy drove off like a bat out of hell.

Meanwhile I reached my impromptu buddies still holed up in the lobby in the middle of another attack. I told them the virus or whatever it was that was making these zombies hadn't seemed to have spread beyond our town yet, and I think we might have thought about moving locations to somewhere safer or trying to go warn the rest of civilization...

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
I was myself, more or less, trapped on a planet with bioraptors (the monsters from Pitch Black) except I'm not sure I was supposed to know that. Some part of my brain did, though, but meanwhile myself, a few other random people, and Riddick were finding light sources in a weird small metal room that was partly above-ground and had a hatch on top, situated on the edge of a field beside a junkyard. We found these black rubber headbands that had several small bright-white lights along the tops of them. I also found two flashlights, one working and one broken. I remember thinking maybe I could learn something about what broke the light, but then I decided there wasn't enough time and it wasn't important enough. We knew that whatever dangerous thing had already killed some people didn't like light (I can't remember earlier in the dream, but I do remember that we knew something icky was out there). Unfortunately, the sun had gone down and it was getting to the point where leftover sunset wasn't going to save us.

This part is hazy, but I think someone was running through the junkyard and either said the creatures were coming or got wasted. Either way, the next thing that happens is we're all running across the field, away from the junkyard / hatch-room. I see Riddick's point of view for a moment as he passes me fast, then I'm back to myself and I'm having trouble running. (I'm out of shape in real-life which was affecting the dream, and also was having that nightmarish having-trouble-running issue.) I think I called out for Riddick as I kept struggling onwards, and I didn't actually expect him to do anything besides keep running. Everyone else was doing the same, and I think I was the most behind.

He came back for me (♥), picked me up fast and carried me (I had my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, facing him). He made much better progress than I had even with him carrying my weight (which, ironically, seemed to be a bit less at this point). We made it to an area that was considered safer at the edge of the field (can't remember why, but the other people were rendezvousing there).

Then I woke up.
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: (leave it all behind)
The details are fuzzy now, but basically Pyramid Head kept chasing me and my real life family through various locations. And we knew fully well he intended to kill us all. At one point, we hit very slippery and thick, consistent ice on a roadway, and were somehow managing to slide along on our feet. We looked back to see Pyramid Head ice skating behind us on two of his kind of sword.

The dream kept repeating, sometimes because I'd woken up, thought about it, and went back to sleep. Each time it restarted, we'd try a different combination of things to try and get away easier. The restarts were very annoying; at one point as we'd more or less gotten away. Every time we were back at the start (some sort of vacation spot with our belongings) I'd try to gather up useful things quickly and then get everybody running as fast as possible. I remember carrying at least one of my kid siblings at various points. Their ages seemed to change throughout the dream too.

Also, on some of the restarts, just because I knew what was going to happen, some or none of the others didn't. So it was like, "Look, we're all gonna die if we don't move it so MOVE IT run run run yes out the door no seriously DEATH IMPENDING! MOVE!!!"

Eventually I woke up for the last time.

tirsdendreams: (nightmaire)
I was in a house that was supposed to be the family house, but it didn't look like any house I've ever been in. My kid siblings were there, watching TV I think. I went into the kitchen and discovered there was a snake (on the counter? memory is fuzzy). Not just any snake, a cobra. I was afraid it was going to go after the kids, and it was really fast. I managed to grab it by the head (it was either that or get bit at that point).

The thing was freakishly strong, and was using its tail around my arm to try and pry its head out of my hand. I had no real clue what to do with the thing, but tried putting it into a large glass jar (think giant pickle jar). Dream logic intervened and decided there were suddenly large holes in the metal lid, and the snake got out again. I grabbed it again and ran outside, thinking maybe if I ran far enough away and threw it I could run back to safety. Meanwhile it was very difficult to keep proper hold of the snake.

The neighboring property was a house of some sort with a bunch of fields, like farmland. I thought perhaps the neighbors would have some idea what to do, or perhaps an axe or a hoe or anything we could try to use to kill the cobra. I ran across the couple who lived there, they were working on something outside. I asked them for help and they said something to the effect of "Oh, we grow those" or breed them or whatever.

I realized I didn't want to be anywhere near these crazy people anymore, and the snake was still trying to get loose and kill me. I was thinking of going back to the house to make an emergency telephone call or something, but then the snake finally pulled free properly and bit me. I died. And a little screen came up in my field of vision summarizing why I'd died, as if I'd been playing a video game. (And I remember it said something about me not having died from the poison, but from... I dunno... dream logic made something up that makes no sense in the waking world and I can't remember now what it was.)

Then I woke up.

dream symbol analysis and thoughts )

tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was in a space ship flying along through outer space, past planets that looked familiar (to an Earthling). But I wasn't actually from Earth... I decided I was going to go visit though.

The next thing I remember is flying through the atmosphere, past clouds on a nice sunny day. I had a robotic protective casing or body (maybe I was some sort of advanced AI?) with jets on my back and/or feet. I looked down at Earth, and I saw that the people in the area I was going to land in had set up a huge parade to greet me with. They were doing a bunch of colorful displays with big squares people held up towards the sky in carefully-coordinated geometric patterns.

Oddly enough, I saw another pattern like the ones the people were making, but these were green squares. I flew closer and landed, and they were tiny green squares being moved around by ants. I let a couple ants wander onto my fingers, but I realized they didn't have the sort of intelligence I was looking for when it came to communication. They were just ants. Important, no doubt, to the ecology of the planet, but not the species I had come to talk to.

So anyways, I finally approached the ambassadors of the planet who'd come to greet me, and for one reason or another ended up following them to an odd earth-lined cell-like chamber that was currently under investigation. Apparently some nasty creature had killed several people, and I recognized the signs as a creature that had been an illegal experiment to do with my own kind or some other alien species we had an alliance with. I was appalled that the experiment was apparently continuing, and its creations sent to plague the people of Earth. I expressed this to the Earthlings, and I think offered to help them with the situation as best I could.

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!