tirsdendreams: (cray-zee)
I was standing on a sidewalk in a city somewhere, but the area I was in was really wide open. I looked up at the sky, and saw a huge flock of seagulls going by. I remember thinking that was bizarre, as we don't get seagulls here like ever. (So apparently, the city was local to me in Maryland.)

Then suddenly it was like every beak in that flock turned directly towards me, and all I could really see was a whole lot of pointy things lining up and I knew they were going to come after me. There was something next to me... a baby stroller or a shopping cart? Can't remember what exactly, but it had a blanket over part of it and I pulled the blanket off and hid under it.

This didn't work as well as it could have, as the birds arrived and started trying to jab at me through it. Owwww! I think someone else showed up and scared them off more by accident than actually trying, and I told them about the weirdness of the attack and that now I was paranoid all the birds were out to get me. They seemed to sort of half believe me.

The next part I remember was going to a warehouse by the water, a huge lake or river. I went inside and started preparing like 80's montage getting-dressed-in-super-hero-outfit style. Mind you, the end result was sort of steampunk anime goth and my weapon was a broom that had a broken part near the bristle end, yet still remained attached somehow almost like there was a rope inside it. This let the end of the broom swing around at the point where it was broken. And the finishing touch: a pair of dark sunglasses. Because nobody is truly cool without shades, man.

I went back outside and could see a ridiculous amount of birds flocking far over the water. I yelled some sort of challenge at them (probably something totally stellar, like, "Come get me, you assholes!"), and the flock started looking severely agitated and almost boiling with energy. Weirdly enough, the birds seemed to start almost melting together, merging into this weird almost digital-looking sphere-ish shape with white and purple 8-bit triangle patterns on it, that didn't really keep its shape very well but came flying over the water towards me.

Batter up! I swung my broom right into it as it arrived and... the broom kinda got stuck in it, like the thing was sticky. Trying to pull it out just made it suck in further... and then somehow the whole thing transformed into a short gay fashion-designer guy in a black suit and trendy short black haircut. He said he was sorry for the trouble and that things had been taken care of. So... I walked back towards the nearby house with him (that was apparently mine) and offered for him to come in and have drinks.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
The first part involved being an intern student somewhere very cold, possibly the Arctic but an actual place never came up. I think I was a bit younger, maybe early 20's, and my personality seemed a bit "please everyone" sheepy and also a bit timid. I remember having blonde ringlets too.

I was staying in the science complex wherever this was, and I think we were supposed to go out and do some research that day but it was too blizzardy so it was called off for the day. Then I realized that two of the guys on the team had stubbornly headed off to try anyways. There was a break in the weather and the team leader was worried about them so he said he was going to go find them and I went with him.

Somewhere in the process of getting up this very slippery hillside-mountain (dream logic was failing on this climb so bad) the team leader became Indiana Jones. When we got to the top, there was a continuation of mountains and hills and open grassy spaces and we were confused because there seemed to be no snow or ice at all! I think we found at least one of the guys we were looking for, and as we were puzzling over the scenery he said, "No, look, there's still some snow over here!" and went to pat the ground on a very steep, grassy slope. There was a few little tiny (and I mean a few inches across) remnants of snow there, and under the grass the ground did seem very solid, like it was frozen.

Then some odd scientist guy showed up and said something about how a corporation had claimed this land and they were going to use it for whatever they saw fit. He claimed it was dead land and nothing could grow properly anymore. I saw a little wildflower a ways off and tried to point it out to Dr. Jones and he nodded surruptitiously and I knew I was supposed to go get it. As I went to go pick it, I realized the more flowers I found the more I could prove the corporate guy was lying.

Thus ensued a logic-busting scavenger hunt for flowers. I found various wildflowers in all sorts of colors (I remember purple and yellow the most), even something like cherry blossoms on trees, and some more garden-like flowers, some of which seemed to be dying as if they'd come up too early and gotten caught by frost, but I got some of them too. Someone was following me, a goon from the corporate guy's people, and before much longer I had to run back and show Dr. Jones the flowers before the bad guy(s) stopped me.

Dr. Jones presented the evidence and the jig looked like it was up, and I remember this scene seeming a lot more alive around us as far as nature went, almost like the area itself was fighting back while we were arguing with the corporate guy.

Then I woke up.

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Character Sheet

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

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

Weaknesses:
Nightmares and episodes of wakefulness.

Special Skills:
Flying, gender switching, lucidity.

Weapons:
Dream logic.

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