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

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

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

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

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

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (down the bunny pit)
I was a man, one of the prisoners, and one of the masterminds of the excape plan. I'd worked hard on it, but the first part of the dream I actually remember was when the tunnel was ready to use and we had to move fast. It was night time, and I was right near the beginning of the tunnel in a dark shed or unused back room of some sort. The exit was out in fields beyond the enclosure, near the forest. (Definitely inspired by the movie The Great Escape even though I haven't seen or thought about it in quite a while.)

I think we had to move fast because we were afraid the alarm would be sounded early. The first person waiting to go through thought I'd want to go through first, but I whispered to them and the following people, "Go. Go!" They went, dropping the few feet into the shallow hole and scrambling along through the tunnel. More people in the line now, go, go, go! Adrenaline rush hit bigtime as the alarm sounded, but I kept telling them to go even though the people in line now were sure I'd want to leave at this point. GO!

By this point it was probably futile to get into the tunnel anyways, but there was a break in the line and I took the opening, dropping down and crawling along as fast as I could. I felt slight claustrophobia, but what I was most worried about was the last few people not making it through, and maybe not some of the people who'd gone just before me. But well, there was one way to find out, and I wasn't stopping now. The guy up ahead exited the tunnel upwards, and it seemed like he was pulled up. Had someone stayed behind to help move people out faster? It was nice to think someone else was endangering their own escape for the others.

But as I approached the hole up into the field, booted, uniformed legs and feet landed in the hole. Damn it. They belonged to a Nazi soldier, and he barked orders at me (or well, whoever was still coming out of the tunnel) to continue out. I obeyed, and my aquiescence was rewarded with not being hurt right away. The soldier pulled me up and someone else above the hole pulled me out fast, and I found myself shoved into an odd holding vehicle. I realized it must be some sort of super-economic troop transport, as I was pushed into a narrow slot created by barely-padded puke-green dividers that were quite solid, and another divider slid into place through the opening I'd been pushed through, thoroughly trapping me in somewhat tight quarters. I was fine standing, but the whole experience was rather odd.

There was the slight feeling of claustrophobia again, but it wasn't bad. I realized there were others here, at least one or two of my fellow prisoners who apparently hadn't made it either. We called to each other softly, checking up to be sure we were alright. Everyone was, beyond being disappointed and unsure of our futures, and before long the transport moved back towards the camp. I guess I was the last one out of the tunnel, or they did something else with any further escapees.

Now the transport morphed into something more like a cross between an ARMY SUV and a jeep. The backseat area had seats facing backwards behind the driver, and forwards in the back of the vehicle, so we could all face each other (as the prisoners were in the back, four of us, and two soldiers or guards were in the front). I don't think we were restrained at all, besides knowing the doors were locked. There wasn't any thought that we could escape now, at least, not from the car, and probably not from the camp again as they'd surely be watching us. And suddenly, the dream decided it was daytime and we were actually quite a ways away from the camp, returning to it.

We were talking about stuff, in English, mostly shooting the breeze as we really had no idea what we were headed for back at the camp. One of the guards said a few things as well, and I noted how good his English was. He sounded American, and when he spoke German (dream-German, lol what a mess that sounded like, mostly cuz I sure don't speak it) he seemed to stumble over it. I had just said, "I guess now we'll just have to wait for our boys in blue to come rescue us," and then I wondered... were these two guards really our guys? I think I said something like, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be..." but then the guard who'd spoken the most English started doing the German thing again, and after stumbling a little more sounded more confident in it, and the other guard, the driver, spoke back to him in the same language.

We settled back and didn't say anything else until the ride was over back in the camp. Now the vehicle had two rows of back seats facing forward more like one would expect (dream logic was failing badly by this point, and continued to). I was in one of the middle section seats, and turned to help unbuckle "Tiny" who was (instantly) one of the main group of escapees and had also failed at actually escaping. He was child-sized, and then suddenly baby-sized, and actually a baby, and I was a woman, now sitting with him on my lap in the front passenger seat.

The baby was mine, and I was so happy to spend a little time with him but was sad because he was a boy, and he had to go back to the men's side of the camp because he wasn't allowed on the women's side. I begged the driver (who was formerly the guy in the passenger seat, the one who spoke good English) to let me take my baby with me, and I said, "He looks just like a girl if I put him in a dress. I bet when you were little, your sisters dressed you like a girl or something." (I'm not sure if that half-taunt was supposed to buy me brownie points with this guy or what. I was taking chances, trying desperately to keep my son with me.)

The baby had a diaper bag of some sort, and I had him in a dress shortly thereafter and said, "See, he looks just like a girl. Please let me keep him." The driver ascented, though I could see in his eyes he wasn't sure it would really work, and wasn't looking forward to possibly getting in trouble. But at the moment he was the one calling the shots, and it seemed like nobody else was close enough to notice the mixup. I was so happy, even though it might be difficult to keep pulling off the sham if someone squealed on me or whatever, but hey, I had my baby back!

Then I woke up.

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I started as myself. I think my kid brother and some random child were playing with toys that were a mix of Union-side civil war soldiers and feudal Japanese samurai, ninjas, that sort of thing. The Union soldiers were the good guys and the Japanese were the evil side. I commented on the strangeness of the battle mix, finding it nonsensicle but amusing.

Then the battle was real and I was in the thick of it. I think I was some sort of female, high-ranking officer (or at times, a generic soldier) on the Union side, and we were trying to hold a much-blasted fort on a beach. The sky was overcast but for the moment it was daytime. We were doing pretty badly, and it seemed like reinforcements were coming on the bad guy side. Not only that, but the Japanese were allied with Nazis... the Japanese were just the first wave. There was a general feeling in the air that we were so very screwed, especially if we couldn't last through this first wave.

By nightfall things had gotten so bad we were literally split up into single-combat against the invading force who were very much inside the fort walls now. I defeated my opponent but didn't kill him, and apparently he was someone important because all the other bad guys stopped fighting and watched. I told them all to leave, and they did, and then more samurai showed up. A bunch of the other guys on my side were freaking out, thinking this was yet more battle and we were so trashed the odds were very good this was it for us.

I was watching carefully and I realized as these guys marched right into our fort that they were a gift from the guy I'd defeated. How nice! They were here to fight for us, and it seemed like the other people we'd been fighting had withdrawn completely. The new samurai would answer to me, apparently, but just then we saw in the distance, far up the beach, what was surely a Nazi landing party. A lot of lights... gods, they had brought vehicles of some type. Samurai presents or not, we were so far outdated and outclassed, this wasn't going to work. (This sounds like an episode of the Twilight Zone or Outer Limits or something lol.)

The initial front of Nazi troops looked like it was going to be scouts on motorcycles. Since they were still far off, we decided... to hide? Dream logic decided there was no more fort, troops besides me, and the samurai squad became a bunch of non-armored asian people, like a small family. At least I was still a soldier but, seriously, what the hell? Alright, so yes, we're definitely opting for "hide" at this point. Except we're in the middle of a very large beach... yay, lots of damp, grey sand. At least there is apparently a large amount of fabric (randomly) and so we hide under it and try not to move.

I'm thinking the pattern on the fabric (a lot of white and colors) is going to still be waaay too obvious... plus, one of the people under this thing is a little girl who's scared and making too much noise. I start singing very softly, someting totally random and wordless. This works, so now it's just me singing softly and for now, the Nazis on the loud motorcycles won't hear it.

Dream logic may have had some go by us, and then... reversed things... so the bad guys were again far away. Meanwhile the other adults under the fabric moved around a lot for some reason. After they stilled again, I remember looking up from under the fabric, thinking this is such a very bad idea and noticing that the motorcycle headlights were still really far away, and not coming nearly as fast as I'd thought. And then I realized the only people left under the thing were myself and the little girl. The nerve of those others, leaving us behind like that! Especially the kid. That's so low I can't even...

Anyways, at this point I figure it's time to bail. I pick the girl up and carry her piggy-back style as fast as I can towards the non-sand which seems still too far away but we make it. This area has a lot of grass, some random thin, branchy logs, and very little brush that would be so very nice for cover at this point. So I'm obviously still not happy with the situation, and I'm trying to keep down enough that I'm almost crawling sometimes, using my hands to speed my progress along as I run as fast as I can considering the conditions.

There are random single-motorcycle patrols here. I avoid them for a few minutes but one finally finds me. I... think the guy asks me something? I'm not even sure we speak the same language. (Memory of this encounter is fuzzy.) I think he told me to stay put, that he was going to go get some sort of commanding officer. Oh. Right. Sure, I'll sit here really nice. Yeah, this girl here, and me, we're just scared (and stupid) and sure mister! As soon as he's far enough away I'm running with the kid on my back again.

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!