tirsdendreams: (Default)
(from a chat transcript which pretty much sums it up well)

tirsden: I had a vaguely interesting if badly-logic-broken dream... I was a teenage girl character and some guy was chasing me through a warehouse. I thiiink he was a security guard or possibly cop/FBI O.o

tirsden: I climbed up into the ceiling which was somewhat finished (aka I couldn't be seen from below) but he followed me. I made it out of the building first and was running off and I could see movie-style he was gonna shoot me (...in the back. guess he was serious about not letting me go O.o;; ) and I'm all like "well I totally just changed into a bulletproof vest while he couldn't see me as I left the building" ...logic, what is this? who needs it. XD

tirsden: so he shot once and I kept running, and he shot again and I still kept running, and by that time it was too late for him to try and shoot my legs cuz I was too far away XD

tirsden: and that's more or less where that ended cuz shit got even weirder after that
tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
(Stooping to an all-new low... or have I done this before... and ganking the text right from a chat transcript. It's probably as finished as this post is gonna get. ^^;; )

tirsden: OH speaking of dreams... the last one I had last night was reeeally weird... and obviously inspired by the gratuitous "stupid robbers" and other things videos I watched until insane hours this morning...
tirsden: it was like I was part of a 3 person team trying to rip off a store... except at first, I don't think I was part of the team, then logic was like "grats, you're with them now"
tirsden: and mind you, what we were trying to steal... was some odd large print-outs of Chinese writing on fancy paper O_o
tirsden: *reeally don't get that part*
[a detail I forgot: this was some kind of printing service, or part of the store was, and I had to wait for the papers to finish printing too... that were being... wrongfully printed by me... SOMEHOW... I remember that too, not just that I was intending not to pay for the paper-thing(s), but that I don't think I was supposed to be able to print them at all. some kind of secret project or protected old documents or LIKE LOGIC WAS EVEN TRYING!?]
tirsden: but yeah I was like thinking "oh right all the footage I've seen of this stuff on YouTube lately shows how idiots don't even think of the security cameras" so between me and the other two guys (I was a guy at least XD whoo!) we were spraying stuff at the cameras from odd angles (....after we'd wandered around this store during business hours)
tirsden: I think we had some odd cross between silly string and soda foam to do this with (WHUT LOGIC!? no need logic)
tirsden: well, we got separated and I ended up on one side of this multi-level parking lot (ground level) and the other two I could hear being chased by cops and arrested and stuff
tirsden: and I had the paper thing we stole
tirsden: and I was like o.o "they never noticed me HAH walkwalkwalkwalkwalkFASTwalkwalk"
tirsden: I think I got in my car or... something... or got a ride, that bit was... losing logic worse... and I was actually getting away, because it was like nobody even realized I had anything to do with it O_o;;
tirsden: and then I woke up
tirsden: and said "WTF" xD;; but anyways
tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
I was Dominic Toretto from The Fast & The Furious universe. It was daylight, maybe heading for evening, very overcast and raining. Some Asian guy challenged me to a race. We picked a certain stretch of road that left from a freeway off-ramp and went into some smaller streets. He went first, it was supposed to be a timed run so I waited. He called in to the group of people now hanging out near my car when he was at the midway point, which he seemed to think was great progress and I knew he was slow.

When he finished I got the signal to go, and away I went. Someone else was keeping track of the time. The first corner on the offramp was insane, but I took it fast with drifting. I did a lot of drifting, and hit that area where the other guy had called in before very long at all. I knew I was way ahead, no problems at all, and then shit! Cops! I almost wondered if the other racer had gotten pissed already and called them on me.

With cops on my tail I shot through the underpass where a flare marking the race's end had been shoved aside. I wasn't about to leave the race unfinished and I'd definitely won, whatever was going on now. As the road straightened out I could see cops trying to cordon off the streets ahead. This left me with one option, a gravel parking lot I could see an entrance to on the right. I wasn't happy about being further boxed in, but it was the open choice at the moment and the lot was huge. Lots of cars. If I moved fast and the cops got overconfident... for one thing I'd be hard to find. Plus, it was suddenly the dead of night.

I'd lost my tail for a moment while pulling into the lot, but I knew the cops had a general idea of where I was. I looked for somewhere to park fairly deep in, wondering if I could get away with not being spotted indefinitely but nah... nor did I want to try this crap on foot. I found a space near a red race car whose make didn't matter to the dream for the moment. Now I could see the cars from the outside, as if from a movie camera perspective. The car Dom was in was orange and black, and I swear to Eris it looked like a cross between a Bugatti and a Prius. I have no idea what the dream actually thought it was.

As Dom bailed out of his car to go hotwire the red one, I became Chess, my original character created for the F&F universe and Dom's very gay boyfriend. I was now half-aware that this transition, as cool as it was, didn't fit the earlier plot, but already the dream was starting to accept that there had been a passenger with Dom the whole time, and that he'd won the race even with more weight in the car.

Dom had gotten the red car's doors unlocked somehow, and I hopped in the passenger side and asked him what sort of car this was, as it was unfamiliar to me. I asked if it was a Lamborghini, but that didn't quite seem right. He said, "It's a Corvette," and finished up hot-wiring the car, slamming the door and pulling the vehicle out of its spot. I was rather surprised at the answer, as the body kit seemed a far cry from a typical 'Vette. I made some comment about it having come a long way from the oldschool look. (And now that I think about it, the thing looked more like a Lamborghini crossed with a... you guessed it... Prius. I need to move somewhere where I can car-spot for real, dammit. The greater DC metro area is garbage for that.)

Now the trick was to get out of the lot without anyone recognizing Dom as the driver. I remember being worried about this momentarily, but we made it past the cops and drove off for freedom.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
I was a female character of some sort in the universe of the movie The Specialist (starring Sylvester Stallone). I don't remember what his name was in the dream but in the movie it's Ray so let's go with that. Ray was elsewhere, and I think I was sort of an FBI agent who'd gotten romantically involved with him. Where I was at the start of the dream though had to do with a large explosive device. An evil character, an older male, was trying to set the thing off but I fought him and killed him, also managing to permanently disable the bomb.

I took a helicopter to the site where I thought Ray might be, it was somehow related to the bomb I'd just taken care of. As the helicopter approached, I realized an entire freeway had been blockaded because the local law enforcement knew about a second explosive device under the freeway. They didn't know I'd killed the mastermind yet.

I got off the helicopter once it landed on the road and went down below it, where the excitement seemed to be. Ray was there examining what looked like grey plastic explosive wedged under the road's support system. I guess the idea was that enough traffic passing over the thing would set it off. So it was still something of a danger even with the larger explosive taken care of.

Ray was trying to make it sound like he had a solution, but I knew he was BSing the cops and other feds standing around watching him like a hawk. He was, after all, wanted for other criminal reasons, but they needed his help with this situation. There were several spots where this plastic explosive had been set, and Ray moved to the next one with me following. I told the others I had this handled, and where did he have to run to anyways? They let me follow him and stayed back.

Below the next device was a manhole cover. He took the cover off and it was obvious he had no intention of sticking around to help the feds, he had his moment to escape now. I followed him, I'd had it with my job and would rather excape the whole mess with Ray. A ladder down the hole took us to what looked like an abandoned subway, and there was a getaway car set up on the tracks. We got in fast and raced away. Apparently someone did something stupid up on the road because the entire thing went up in a huge explosion, which apparently busted a water main in the subway system and so it took everything we had to keep ahead of the water in the tunnels. We escaped and drove off.

Then the dream replayed with less-than-happy-ending results several times... and morphed into another dream that was just plain stupid.

Eventually I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (leave it all behind)
I dreamed I was beside a broad, deep river. There was a road nearby and a big black expensive-looking car drove up. Three men got out of the car, a rich looking guy and two bodyguard flunkies. They took something out of the trunk and threw it in the water... it was most definitely a body bag. And the rich guy said something like, "That'll teach you to cheat on me, b*tch."

Then a police car showed up and two officers got out. They were accusing the rich guy of murdering his wife and were going to arrest him and probably search the area. I walked up and said, "Huh? I'm his wife, and I'm not dead." The cops looked at me and apparently nobody knew what this wife person looked like, so they were like, "Oh, okay, sorry to trouble you," and drove off.

The rich guy who I had by this time figured out was in the mob looked at me and said, "So, my wife eh?" Now that I'd said that in front of the police I'd have to keep playing the game indefinitely. Apparently he didn't care and needed someone to fill the wife position anyways so the whole murder thing wouldn't come back. He started asking me something... was I really up for this or something... and I was like, "Sure," because I knew he'd take care of me as long as I was a good girl and didn't go messing around like his wife apparently had.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (misundaztood)
(I barely remember this dream, all I really have are notes scribbled on paper from just after dreaming it and I have no idea when that was... so if this doesn't make sense to you, it definitely doesn't make sense to me.)

crashed plane into hangar
ran from cops
change paint + plates button (I think this refers to a car)
dead end
steal tapes + ?
get away
old bike + trailor
stuff in road. movies, cds?
records along road (LPs, I remember they were along the road's sides)
yard sale guy on hill bottom
turn to wolf to distract him (I became a wolf to get his attention)
show tree in ground (imprint or pattern in the dirt; showed the yard sale guy)

(In the margins of the paper are three fairly illegible words, the last two are probably "house down"... "Dyum" or "Pyum" is what the first one looks like. Hmm... I need to learn to take better notes when I scribble stuff like that.)
tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
(This dream comes off best when written from the point of view of the dream character that I lived through for the following surreality. So yeah, enjoy the psychoticness lol.)


I am a girl, a child of 10 or 12 and my mind is a mess. I'm in a house. Or... a school? Both maybe. I think I killed someone. A teacher. They were being mean to a student. I don't know why I killed them... it's not my fault! Something inside me made me do it. But I do feel happy that they died. And I know I'm going to get in big trouble, the police are coming.

I run up through the house until I find a way into the attic and onto the roof. I hide there while the police look around the house. They can't find me... one stays behind just in case I show up again. Time passes, I don't remember what I did, did I just lay here on the roof? It's dark now. The cop is still in the house. I jump off the roof and run down the sidewalk. I stop running and walk so I'm less noticeable. Someone might still think it's weird a girl is walking alone at night, even though this seems like a nice neighborhood.

I realize something. I... I can fly! I know this! I don't know how I know this or why I can fly but suddenly I don't care anymore. I fly upwards into the night sky oh so fast and light. And I know something else now... I'm invincible. I think. I know I can fly through outer space though and it won't hurt me. I can even breathe just fine. I'm so happy, I fly through space past planets and then... then I know that I know my way home. Yes, I'm going home. I know it's out there, I have a home! I know nothing about it except where it is. I fly towards it.

The planet is a shifting mass of lava and cooling crust that bursts here and there from the swirling volcanic action underneath. I'm afraid... what happened to my home? Something horrible... and I'm afraid I'm not quite tough enough to go down there. It will hurt and I'll die. I get a little closer, trying to see if there is any place on the surface that has survived. Yes, there's somewhere... it looks okay, there are just some active volcanoes in the distance. I'll go down there and see if I can find anyone. Find out anything about my home and did I have a family here?

I touch down in a large meandering garden. There are two people here, they are dressed simply in white clothing that looks almost medieval-peasant-like, with hoods over their hair. I walk slowly towards them, I don't want to scare them, they have probably been through a lot and just now they saw me fly down out of the sky. Are they scared of me? They are looking at me. I ask them who they are and what happened here, what happened to my home? They don't say anything, they just look at me and they're looking at each other in quick glances. Do they not understand me? Do they speak some other language here? Wait... something doesn't feel right...

Then something happens, I don't know what happened, my mind hurts. There are a lot of these people all around me and I can't run, I'm so weak. Did they do something to me? Shoot me with something? I... I...... I realize too late I should not have come back here. They... they are bad. I don't remember why, but I know that now as I enter dark unconsciousness.

I wake up. I'm in a hallway under guard. There's a room nearby with glass doors and someone is inside but I can't see who because the room is filled with steam. My brain is fighting to get a hold on thoughts that fly past. This is familiar... this is familiar? I've been here. The steam-filled room doors open and a girl comes out wearing nothing. It's my turn now, says the guards. Time for my shower.

I'm in the shower now and have no clothes on. This doesn't really bother me because it's familiar. Something in my mind says I know this all too well. This is normal. But I'm afraid. As the water turns on, the guard in the control room makes it too hot. He's doing this on purpose. They do that sometimes. I... remember... I... it's so hot it hurts. I... remember it was always like this... someone would be unlucky... and they'd just take it. It was life.

No! I'm not going to let this happen. I'm going to fight! I don't even know for sure if I can, this room should be sealed so that someone like me can't get out. But I see metal things on the wall behind the shower heads. I'm strong, I can do this! I pull them out, I don't even know if this will do any good but I pull all the metal things out. Some are just some sort of metal button, a rivet maybe, and some have long metal wires attached to the back that come out as I pull. There are a couple small metal plates above this, I pull them off too. I know the guard room must be going crazy, I don't have much time before they come make me stop. I'm surprised they're not here yet, in fact.

Behind where the metal plates were are two smaller metal things that shock me a little when I touch them. I take some of the metal things I pulled out of the walls and touch them to the current. I can feel it going through my body, it's a little bit painful but more annoying than anything. I look behind me to see the glass doors opening very slowly.

I don't give up, I keep holding the wires until the doors are wide enough to get through. I run fast, they try to shut on me but I get through. I hear people yelling. I run out a big entryway in the hall and... I'm in what looks like an earth shopping mall? I don't have time to wonder what's going on. There is a store ahead of me across the large mall hallway but if I go in there they will surely catch me. I can't depend on luck to put a backdoor in that place. It's a dead end in my mind. I run to the right, but see guards running towards me. They look almost like earth mall security officers with blue shirts and police hats. I know I can only run, they have drugged me somehow and I can't fight or fly or anything special. I have a feeling I'm lucky I'm still able to run.

I run the other way along the mall hallway and find an intersection that branches again. I run one way but guards are coming that way too. I run the other way and there are more guards. They're going to catch me. I don't want them to hurt me. I lay down on the floor, I give up. I'm still wet and naked and I feel like I want to die. They reach me and do something that makes me very weak again and as I pass out I know that they will be watching me very carefully now. I have lost my chance to escape. They will probably even erase my memory.

I dream, my tortured mind conjures memories from before. From when I was here and knew this place as my only reality...

* * *


(At this point, the dream does a massive flashback to back when I was living in this place that had recaptured me, previous to whatever events brought me to the planet earth.)


I am standing among several rows of girls my age, and we are all wearing the same strange white or light-yellow uniforms of a simple yet futuristic cut. We are singing a song, it's a song about the company or organization that's running life for us and we're supposed to be diligently loyal to it. But some of the girls have figured out something is wrong with this setup. We're being used, brainwashed, they say. I believe it. We've made up different words to the song that are almost indistinguishable from the real ones, and we sing them extra quiet just to be sure. Oh we are such bad, subversive girls. We'll surely be punished if we're caught. But it's all we can do... right? They control all. One of them is a woman at the front of the group, she's leading us on in the song and cheering and acting like this is the greatest thing in the world. But every time we get to the word "great!" as in "such and such company is great!" those of us who know better whisper "hate!"

(At this point in the dream I had a moment of lucidity, just long enough to realize I had to get out of there, that it was very wrong and I should get the heck out as soon as possible. I lost the lucid moment but my mindset had gotten a sufficient shock to actively want me to escape, as opposed to singing subversive song lyrics.)

The song ends and it's shower time. I don't have the opportunity to run on the way into the shower, but once it is over and the shower doors open I run straight past the guard, he wasn't expecting that at all and I completely bowl him over. Ahead I see the shopping mall... wait... have I been here before? Strange, a thought that I've seen this before, but I've never... never... I think I have a memory that shouldn't be there... from the future? But the fragment is lost again and I just know I have to run. I'm wet and I have no clothes but I don't care, I run straight into the shopping mall place and across the hall into the store right in front of me. It has clothes, I thought I would take some but now realize I don't have time as I hear shouting behind me. I find a lucky backdoor and run through it.

I'm in a service passage now and then what looks like an earth Wal-Mart. How do I know that? Where's this information coming from? Yes, I know I'm getting some sort of feedback from the future now... but I keep running. I have to find some clothes, the people here don't seem to know about my escape but they'll know something is up if they see me like this. This looks like the lawn and garden section of the store. I'm looking for clothes as I sneak fast through the aisles... and then I'm wearing an oversized gardening apron. It'll work for clothing if nobody looks at me too closely.

I stop running and just stride purposefully through the place. If someone sees me they will think I'm working here or belong here, I'm on my way to do something important don't bother me. It works, nobody stops me and I see doors in the back of this place. I enter them as if I totally know what I'm doing. Here is a large shipping or storage room that's mostly empty. There are more doors in the back, large doors like a truck might pull up here. I can't get them open... I walk up a long plank to an opening to another area like the last but it's darker. Here I see more doors and there is dim light coming through the cracks underneath. It's natural light! A way out!

These doors open and I shut them behind me. It's very late evening outside, the twilight is fading even now. And I see immediately... kobolds. Kobolds like in EverQuest, the short humanoid creatures from the online Earth game (they look vaguely like werewolves if you've never seen them). These things must be some kind of last defense against the possibility of escape... I get the feeling the company probably kills them off periodically, finding them annoying but slightly useful. There are several of them here and they move towards me looking hungry.

I can't turn back. I'll die here if I must. But no, I look into their eyes and I remain calm. I stretch my hands out... one of them bites me lightly on the fingers but it decides it doesn't want to eat me. They think I am strange to be unafraid. They decide I'm their friend and they can tell I am weak and they want to take care of me. They like me. There are two now holding my hands and leading me somewhere. Away. This is fine, I will go with them. They take me down a hill and away from the evil place I never want to see again. They take me to their home, a strange set of passages and outdoor ruins of some building so long decayed that only basic foundations and the slightest hint of walls remain.

I'll stay here with the kobolds until I am strong. Until I can fly and be invincible again. Yes, I know I can be those things because... I'm not sure why. My mind, what's wrong with my mind? It's so... fragmented. I have trouble remembering five minutes ago, but I've seen things I can't possibly have experience yet... but... will? Oh, it hurts. I am just going to rest here in the kobold lair and leave when I can. I'll be safe enough here for now. The evil people will think I got eaten. They know I am weak, that I have been under the influence of their weird drugs, that I can't be my full potential until it wears off. And surely the kobolds would have had a lovely dinner of me by now. I creep a little ways into a kobold tunnel and lay down. I go to sleep.

Then I woke up.

Heist

Apr. 15th, 2006 01:06 am
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(In the previous dream, the criminal activities were jeapordized by my own incompetence. But in this dream, the incompetence was on the part of others.)

I was part of a team planning to steal a ton of money. It seemed to be some sort of ransom, I remember police putting lots of money in a large, bright orange trash can in the middle of a city intersection like we instructed them to. I knew they were expecting to catch us and also keep the money. What they didn't know was that the trash can could move...

A distraction closeby gave the trash can the time it needed. Or more precisely, the person hidden inside the trash can who could pilot the thing. I became that person in the dream at this point, and managed to get the trash can at least a block or two away, behind a building. There was a wide open expanse of grass here for some reason, but I got out of the trash can by the side of the building and got out a can of silver spray paint. It was fast-drying, I coated the trashcan with it turning it grey (silver in my mind, in the dream, but upon waking I know it was non-metallic grey). Now the cops would have no clue where their orange trash can went.

I got back in and "drove" the trash can along the side of the building back to the street. There was an embankment of grass up to the road, and I tipped the trash can so it fell on it's side, somewhat diagonal on the slope. Now the can just looked like so much junk someone hadn't bothered to clean up. The lid was open a crack, and I watched the street for the getaway car that was supposed to be coming. Time was important even with my trash can being grey now... but the car wasn't showing. Someone was screwing up their end of the job.

There was a plan B, so I got out of the trash can dressed in a big blue fluffy bunny suit (when did I change into this thing?? lol). The money went into a trash bag, but I noticed that the wads of money could be identified because of how they pressed into the sides of the garbage bag. There was another bag made of a blue tarp and I put this over the first bag. Now I looked like some weird Easter Bunny meets Santa Clause concept.

I started walking along the road and for a moment stuck my thumb out thinking maybe I should just hitch my way outa this mess and meet up with the gang later. An RV with a family drove by and started to slow... I noticed that the woman in the passenger seat had a very cop-looking shirt on (without the rest of the uniform doodads) and figured I'd just wave them on and keep walking. Something told me she really was a cop. That was a chance I couldn't take.

I decided to hoof it and along the way someone asked me what was in the bag. I said something like, "Presents for the kiddies!" and I knew there were some stuffed animals and toys in the top of the bag to help with the disguise if someone actually called my bluff.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
My (real) parents were on a car trip, but it was like we all in the Great Depression era. We even had a car from then, one of those mobster looking things (the hit-man car that the modern PT Cruiser is modelled after). We stopped at a place to stay for the night, and I remember it being cold outside but still daylight. Inside the hotel was a line, a very long line. Everyone was sorta hunkered down along a hallway, with a blanket around them if they were lucky enough to have one. Then this lady who musta been the manager/owner scurried by, saying to herself quite audibly, "At least I have the alimony payment" over and over. I think she said something before that too, as she came in, like, "I can't do this I can't deal with this anymore."

I turned to Dad, who was crammed in an alcove behind me with other people, and I said, "That's not smart, she shouldn't talk like she's got money around a bunch of strangers, she's putting herself in danger. I guess she could have meant that she'd just successfully made an alimony payment, but the odds are entirely greater that she's the one with the cash." Dad said something in agreement.

I decided to follow her, worried she was gonna get in trouble. I managed to stop her outside the hotel, and asked if there was something I could do to help. At this point I was morphing into a sort of freelance detective character (still female, still kinda with my real personality). The lady said that the hotel's reputation was on the line, that someone had stolen a diamond necklace from one of the tenants. I asked who'd been in and out of the place lately, and the lady said there was one black kid named Scamp who hung around a lot (at least I think that's his name... something like that... Scat? Scraps? not sure).

Suddenly I knew he'd done it, call it gut feeling or whatever. I just had to find him and see what he'd done with it. I told the lady not to worry, that I'd take care of this, and asked if the tenant had reported the theft to the police yet. The lady said no, and I said "good" because Scamp would be less likely to be nervous if the cops weren't crawling all over the town looking for a thief.

I had no car and no driver's license, so I walked. I checked my pocket for coins and realized that in Great Depression standards I had a small fortune in coins in my pocket, even though it was just a little bit of change by today's standards. I knew I could use a taxi for a penny to get anywhere in town, and for two pennies I was certain any cabby would drive me all over for however long it took. I walked past my Dad who was bicycling down the main street for some reason (like he belonged in this town?) and then I got a taxi.

I stopped at a jewelry store and asked if anyone had sold or tried to sell a diamond necklace here recently. "No." Had anyone seen Scamp around? "Yes, he's over at the laundromat a lot." So I went there and saw him across this big room of washers and dryers. He was talking to himself, working out his own code of holes in the wall, and by pressing the right one he openned a secret compartment in the wall. He hid something in a small box that came out of it (like a CD player ejecting it's tray, but the box came out completely) and then closed it again.

I went up to him, pretending I hadn't seen the secrets (there were three compartments total). First I talked to him, making him trust me and feel safe with me. Then I convinced him to give up the goods, and I openned the third compartment (I knew which one probably had jewelry from watching earlier). I asked him if one necklace was the diamond one missing from the hotel, but I had guessed wrong and he pointed out the correct one. It was a diamond set in a open heart shape made of gold, and the chain was gold too. I put that necklace in my right front pocket of my shirt so I wouldn't get it mixed up again. I said I'd help him return the rest of the stolen jewelry too. One of the other compartments had stuff that was actually his, just little odds and ends like pieces of ribbon. He started to tell me about his sister. He said, "You know my sister's depressed, right?" She was poor too, and spent all her time in her room. She seemed to be getting sicker and sicker. Everone expected her to just sorta pine away and die, like there was no way to help her.

I went to visit the sister and saw her room was awfully decorated in puke green and a color I like to call "grandma orange." I guess she liked green and orange together, but I knew just the decor alone had to be making her depression worse. I found a pillow that had a pattern of orange flowers on green leaves, and I said, "How would you like to see your room completely made over in this green" and I pointed to an almost lime-green, "and this orange" and I pointed to a matching neon orange. (Very Target/Ikea-like, or fairly typical "Bed In A Bag" bedding color options.) I was already thinking of patterns for the bedding and accessories. The girl seemed interested, and I knew this makeover would be a huge breath of fresh air for her. Plus, we'd be getting her all new clothes and a hair makeover too. This was starting to feel like one of those extreme makeover shows, and the Great Depression era was fading into modern times.

And then that's exactly what it was. I was the host of a makeover show, and I'd become a black lady. I was standing on the porch of the house the following morning talking to the girl's mother and aunt or someone like that (they were all black too, of course, since Scamp was black in the first place and this was his family). The women were sitting around on the patio furniture. I said, "Now, we've got a lot to do, lots of shopping to get done, so I better get started." And I was going to go in and get the girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (hold me)
I was with a little girl, and it seemed like she was a very close friend even though she was so young. She might have been about seven or eight years old. I was my normal age (27). I'm not sure where we came from or what we'd been doing, but somewhere in the dream I posted just before this I had gotten scissors from my Mom, and I was playing with them. I remember they were little sewing kit type scissors, two metal pieces of the right shape connected by a single tiny screw, which was rather loose. I wanted to fix them so they cut better, and managed to take the screw off. I put the pieces back together wrong, and put the screw back on. After fiddling with it some more I finally fixed the darn thing and got the screw snuggly in place. I'm not really sure where I was while I was doing all this.

The part I do remember very well was arriving back at the little girl's room in her parents' house, as if I'd been there before and was staying there for a while. I think there were a lot of people staying in the house, sort of a family reunion or something (but in reality nobody I know in real life was there, but in the dream it made sense). Anyways, the little girl's room was laid out like the following diagram:
             ----------------
             |              |
window -->                  |
             ___________    |
             |       |  |     
             |  bed  |  |       <-- door
             |_______|__|___|
(Note that the head of the bed was actually where most people would put the foot of the bed; in this room it was near the door instead of the far wall. I drew the pillow in there to help illustrate. The bed had a wooden headboard as well, and I think there was a footboard on the window side of the room.)

It was bed time, in fact I think it was way beyond bedtime, and we'd been in bed talking for a while. Apparently I was sleeping in the same bed as the little girl, which didn't seem weird in the dream. I still had the scissors I'd gotten from Mom. Either I or the girl found a loose strand of hair and I cut it. Then I found a very long strand of golden hair, it was really pretty yet really odd. It was thicker than normal hair, almost like thread. And it honestly looked like gold. I was thinking it must be from something or someone special (I was thinking of an elf, like Galadriel in The Lord of the Rings), and both of us were a little afraid that we had something like this in our posession. I was thinking about cutting it but something felt wrong with that idea, like it would bring some sort of danger upon us.

Then the hair was tied together at the ends, I don't remember doing that. Did it do it on its own? Now that it was a loop, I looped it back on itself until it was three or four loops, and the whole thing was much smaller now that it was looped more. I then held all the loops together by pulling it tight between my fingers and twisting it so that it made a thick cord. I told the little girl to cut it while I held it so that it didn't fall apart. She didn't seem sure about this, I think we'd discussed that it seemed a bad idea to cut it. But I think we knew we'd set something in motion and we were gonna have to go through with it. I also remember thinking I should be the one cutting it, but I let her do it. It didn't cut completely through in one snip, it sort of frayed weirdly. But after a couple more snips it cut through.

I said something like, "Alright, we've completed your spell, do what you will," to the air in general, thinking that whatever wanted us to do this thing would hear me. Nothing happened at all for a few moments. Then we heard very slow, soft thuds coming from the hallway behind the closed bedroom door. The little girl got very scared and I held her tight and watched the door from behind the headboard. I stared at the doorknob, which was a normal gold-colored doorknob, waiting for it to start turning. Even though it was shiny I was confident that I could see it turn, plus I thought it might shake very slightly when touched (I knew it was slightly loose).

I noticed at this point that the pattern on the door was a sort of latticework of wood that'd been made into a diagonal crossing pattern inside squares, a vaguely oriental look (this pattern came from the Splinter Cell Chinese Embassy levels). Then suddenly the doorknob had a very similar pattern on it, but just one square with the diagonals crossing inside it. Plus it had changed to a sort of cream color, like it was made of ivory or enamel. At least now I would know for sure when somebody turned it. And it was at this moment that I realized I was dreaming. But in my lucid moment I decided to wait and see what happened, as the dream plot seemed interesting enough without messing with it just yet. So I sat there holding the girl and staring at the doorknob.

The doorknob started to turn. Then the door whooshed open fast and I and the little girl screamed really loud (and I promptly forgot I was dreaming). But it turned out to be a guy who was staying at the house, and the girl's mother. The guy was a cop of some sort. He said something like, "What's wrong?" We apologized fast saying that we were scared it was someone or something else at the door. He accepted that and said he was there to take the little girl with him on some sort of bust because the police department did that sometimes as some sort of... educational thing? I have no clue now, but in the dream it made sense, in that I knew it was a normal thing, although I didn't feel it was very safe, even if they said it was.

The girl's mother seemed to be very pleased that her daughter had been chosen to go this time. But the girl didn't really seem to want to go, I think she wanted to be with me. There was still the thought of the golden hair and whatever cutting it might have done. And it was like the adults expected her to accept the invitation to go on the police thing, as if not wanting to go would be a horrifically outlandish thought. I'm not sure if she said she would go or not.

I don't remember any more.

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tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
It was night time and I was myself, standing in a park by some rocks that my friends were digging around in. I don't know who the people were supposed to be in the dream beyond friends or aquaintances, but we had found the location to some sort of treasure and they were digging for it. Just as some other people approached, I found what I knew was the treasure, it was a bunch of small dirty rocks and I quickly stuck them in my pockets.

The people approaching us were going to take the treasure away from me, I somehow knew this. I also knew that they had some sort of other treasure (it seems like I visualized a weird system of small metal cubes that the rocks could be put into), and that they could use their treasure to figure out some hidden message or clue in my treasure. So I started yelling at the top of my lungs that the bad guys were part of some gang (I yelled a specific name in my dream but don't remember it now). And we were in the territory of another gang and they'd be really unhappy to find out that these other people were on their turf. Mind you, the bad guys weren't really in the rival gang, I just made that up.

They were hesitating so I walked out of the park and into a parking lot, and stopped yelling as I came up to my car. It was a very sporty car, and it was either blue or green. I had a remote to unlock it and got in quickly because one of the bad guys had actually followed me that far. He was trying to get into the car with me but I sped off and left him rolling across the pavement cursing at me.

The design of the car changed from a super sporty thing to a very futuristic concept car type of thing. It was a one-seater now, and I sort of reclined in it, my right foot going into a recess on one side that had the gas pedal, and my left foot in a matching recess on the other side that had the break pedal. There was no gearshift and I have a feeling it was using some type of new technology, not a normal automatic transmission. And the car was really fast. The steering wheel was really cool, it was kind of like a slightly flattened half sphere with two smoothed out holes in each side. If you wanted to spin the steering wheel really quicky, you could use one of those holes and put your finger in it and rotate the whole wheel very quickly because there was almost no friction in the whole system. And the way you got into and out of the car was to pull down this clear rounded glass windshield thing over yourself that went down to where your feet was and attached to the back of the car behind your seat. And the way the gas and break pedals worked, you could really slide around a corner fast. And I was an excellent driver, racing along the nighttime streets.

And now I was Vin Diesel. I might have been something similar to his character in the movie XXX, but I'm not sure. Either way, one of the bad guys was managing to catch up to me in another car, even though I was able to take my interesting little vehicle onto sidewalks and stuff. I ended up driving the thing into a store, it fit through the doorway. There was a cop in the store but he didn't try to stop me, I think he knew I was a good guy (so I guess I was some sort of good guy at this point in the dream plot). As I was going out the back door of the store, the car changed into a motorcycle. And there were two back doors in the store, one set right after the other (no it didn't make a whole lot of sense), and they were supposed to open automatically but seemed to be having trouble recognizing that I wanted to go through them. I waved my arm to set off the motion detectors and was able to get out of there even though I basically had to hold the doors open so I didn't scratch the bike.

I found myself on a sideroad by the main drag and for some reason I couldn't get much speed. I realized I was almost out of gas. Conveniently, there was a gas station right near me so I pulled in. I had some sort of card that would let me get free gas forever (or for as long as I worked for whatever good-guy organization I was working for, thinking the feds). I was filling up the tank using this odd little hose thing and someone else was filling up their car. I think we talked about something, maybe the bike.

Then I woke up.


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tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I dreamed about a lot of things last night (yeah, took Unisom, that seems to make it worse). The only one I'm going to get into though is a brief visit to the world of Riddick, except he'd been dropped into a more modern day earth setting.

It started at night on a passenger train, sort of Amtrack idea mixed with a Japanese bullet train (it went very fast, in other words). Riddick had been captured by either a cop or a federal agent. I am not sure if Riddick killed him, or if circumstances allowed him to get away, but something happened to make the power on various sections of the train go out, and Riddick had escaped.

I became him, and found an empty passenger compartment. There were people or guards searching the train, but not very well, like they were only worried that weird things were going on with the train's power, not that a dangerous criminal was on the loose. I climbed up into a baggage rack to hide for a moment (above one row of seats, it was kinda like the cabins they have in Harry Potter on the Hogwarts Express). A guard went by, opened the door, and shone a flashlight around the compartment but not up towards the ceiling where I was hiding.

After he left, I opened or kicked out the window, then pulled the emergency break cord. When the train was going slow enough (but still fairly fast) I jumped and caught a lamp post or something like that, and then slid to the ground. I wanted to get as far away from the tracks and the whole area as possible, there was the thought in my mind that the guy who'd captured me earlier was still alive and would come after me.

The area was very wooded, a lot of pine trees, but I could see the lights of a town in the valley ahead. I was thinking of finding transportation or stealing some money or something there, if I could do it without being seen or word of my actions getting to the agent guy too quickly. Heh, I was definitely in the mind of a criminal for this dream. As I was heading for the lights though, some guy showed up on an embankment beside me and asked me if I needed a ride. Then he said, "Here comes one!" and there was a bright light beyond the embankment. Ahead of me was a sort of road/path cut into the grass and trees, and a semi truck came barreling through at high speed. The guy on the embankment jumped and managed to grab something on the truck and away he went on top of the truck.

I got to the top of the embankment and thought about trying to catch a ride in this new, weird way, but then I noticed that I was near a sidewalk. And suddenly it was broad daylight. The sidewalk went into a suburban neighborhood, but first you had to go under these weirdly trimmed trees, they were like big squared off blocks of hedge that hadn't been pruned up high enough, and stretched out to the street. There was a guy on the far side of the hedges, standing on the sidewalk amongst a bunch of kids toys (like Little Tikes stuff). He was wearing a grey suit and looked kinda sleezy (he had a goatee and shoulder length greasy black hair that was wavy, kinda looked like Yanni on drugs), but I could tell he was a cop. The thought that he was a crooked cop went through my head.

I guess I decided to find out, for whatever reason, because I went towards him (under the stupid tree things) and he invited me into his house, which was the one he was standing in front of. I think he even knew who I was. I followed him inside, to the back of the house, which had high ceilings and seemed nicely and simply decorated, sort of a mix of beach house and Ikea stuff. The walls and ceiling were white, and most of the decor was as well, although I think the carpet was a very light blue, as were some of the accents. It felt to me like the perfect setting for a fake goody two shoes cop and his perfect family. I knew better... the dude HAD to be crooked. Call it criminal instinct.

There was a little girl, the man's daughter, and she was coloring at a table in the room we'd come to, it must have been the living room, attached to a kitchen with a bar. The little girl was coloring with crayons (or colored markers?) on a very long piece of white paper, on the coffee table by the couch. She wasn't sitting on the couch, just on the floor by the coffee table. She asked me if I wanted to color too. She was probably only about seven years old.

I think all I did was sit down on the couch, and there was a discussion over who was going to make lunch, and what it was going to be. I think the mother of the family was around, and said she'd make it, and the father and girl had a feeling it would be all nasty health-foodish, so one of them decided to make it instead. I remember thinking I'd be relatively safe for the moment, and maybe the cop had some ideas for my particular skill set, or a way to get me out of the area without the agent finding me. My odds of surviving by hanging out at this place seemed about as good as anything else.

Then I woke up.

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

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

Weaknesses:
Nightmares and episodes of wakefulness.

Special Skills:
Flying, gender switching, lucidity.

Weapons:
Dream logic.

Special Moments:
Being Riddick and kicking ass. Being "Bea" from Kill Bill and kicking ass. Being Indiana Jones and kicking ass. Generally... kicking ass!