tirsdendreams: (down the bunny pit)
This is a recurring dream, in that the main goal is always the same even though the circumstances can be completely random. Sometimes this happens without my realizing it's a dream, and sometimes it happens during lucid dreaming (aka being aware I'm dreaming and thus attempting to exert control).

For the lucid version, either I will already be going down the stairs or I will be somewhere random and decide it's time to try the stairs thing again. Any stairs going down will usually work to start the process. I have had variations of this dream for probably almost a decade at least.

Whatever the setup, I end up going down stairs, one flight after another, often under buildings via basements or whatever. I will keep going further and further down, and get the sense that there is something very, very important at the very bottom, and it's a feeling that is incredibly intense and overwrites all other ideas that might have been present in the dream.

Often there are other doors on the way down, just sort of breaks between the stairs. For a few dreams I just only ever saw more stairs. Eventually, I finally got the sense that I was almost at the bottom, and there was one more door left. Whatever it is that is so vastly important, it is beyond that door.

Usually I don't make it anywhere near the last door, but I have seen it a few times now. I will either wake up then, or manage to struggle closer. It literally becomes a struggle, as if it's become hard to move or the air has grown thick. It also gets very hard to think and to stay asleep. I reach out, trying to get to the door so I can open it and see what is beyond.

I have yet to open the door.
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: (cray-zee)
I remember trying to escape from Earth for some reason, on a space shuttle. I can't remember the exact reason, but I think I was escaping a foreign country and there was something important about me. There was a man escaping with me, a Bruce Willis type of character. He sort of seemed like a father/guardian type towards me and I was... sort of vaguely myself I guess.

The shuttle had to be going fast enough to escape orbit, and it did. Then there seemed to be some lady's voice narrating, saying something like, "Oh but wait, you set it too fast, and it's going to come right back down into the Earth!" (This makes no logical sense in relation to physics but since when did dreams bother with that?)

So yes, I could see the Earth coming right back fast and luckily the shuttle managed to crash into the Pacific Ocean somewhere. I survived the crash just fine but I think the Bruce Willis guy was dying (awwws!!) and definitely didn't make it through the crash itself. I was rescued (details on this and a lot of other things are sketchy or non-existant once I woke up), and flown in a helicopter with Dubya... aka the president I and so many others hate. He kept saying stupid stuff, and I don't mean stupid political things but like literally stupid word combinations and he seemed to think it was hilarious.

I was taken to a big-city hospital, not sure where but it was somewhere in mainland USA. I was in this random waiting room and it was getting late and they were literally shutting down various departments. They shut the rolling cover thing for the counter that the waiting room was for, and I realized I'd been forgotten somehow. I had nothing but the clothes on my back, nowhere to go, and some vague backstory about a hated and useless step-mother. Also, if the media knew I was there they'd be in an interview frenzy (which at this point I sort of would not have minded because maybe I could have said "uh, anyone got a couch I can crash on, while we're at it?").

I decided sitting around the waiting room all night didn't really seem like the best plan, and went out into a hallway. I found a couple of nurses who were done with work and heading to wherever they were going, and I followed them trying to talk to them. One of them actually figured out who I was, and said something about how I needed to be properly taken care of and she started calling people on her cell phone. I think she ended up supposedly arranging with Social Services to find me somewhere to stay temporarily. Somebody was supposed to take me there (possibly her, or they were going to find her to find me) and suddenly I had no idea where she went.

I was now feeling even more lost, and a lot of the lights were turned out in the hospital. I ended up in a stairwell between several floors, and found another lady who looked like she might work there, standing on one of the landings. I hung around her for a moment and then tried asking her if she knew what was going on or if she was the Social Services person I was supposed to meet, and it was obvious she had no clue. I tried explaining some of it, and then made a joke about how I'd gone from being someone really important (whether I wanted to be or not) to this.

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: (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: (nightmaire)
I was a woman character who was leaving on her honeymoon, and two generic somewhat-elderly parents were saying goodbye to me and my new husband. I'm not sure if they were my parents or his, but either way we were part of a very rich family. Then some other part of the family showed up to show off their new baby. They'd even brought the doting grandparents of the child too. The (my?) father said to the other parents/grandparents of the happy newborn that they had really rotten timing. And it did seem to me like they'd shown up to try and trump our happy event with theirs. There was an older brother of the baby, much older, he looked like Kyle from The Pretender (and for the duration of the dream, he was more or less like him in every way, except not yet a convicted murder and not a product of a secret organization; his name was Kyle in the dream). He kissed the baby, he was sort of ignoring everybody else's created drama.

I became Kyle, and was playing with the baby in a room somewhere in the house after the bride and groom had left. Suddenly the baby made this expression of horrible pain, and it put its little hands to its head. (I think it was a boy, but it felt like an "it" to Kyle-me.) I yelled for my grandfather to come over (not the same guy as possible-father-of-the-bride), but when he arrived the baby was fine again. He asked me what had happened, and I was finding it hard to describe as the image of the baby's face stayed in my mind, distacting me. But I managed to say, "It looked like it was experiencing some sort of... migraine pain." The grandfather didn't believe me for a moment until the baby did it again.

This time I could feel what the baby was feeling and I realized the baby had psychic powers or something. The grandfather believed this as well and I'm not sure what happened next (grandfather sent me away?) but the next part of the dream was me wandering around outside the house through the massive grounds (swimming pool, big garden, etc) while the party from the wedding was still going on. There were people all over, a lot of extended family. The social environment annoyed me so I decided to abandon it and go to my room.

Apparently my room was located down a flight of stairs (almost like subway stairs) near the swimming pool. There were other rooms in this subterranean living space, and I passed a bathroom where someone hadn't flushed the toilet. (The toilet paper had gold edges on it and I knew they were real gold and was somewhat annoyed at the decadence the others had chosen to splurge on.) In my bathroom was the secret entrance to my room (whoo! lol) but as I spoke the security word the tile wall remained unchanged. I figured the voice recognition software hadn't recognized me as I'd spoken the word kinda softly, so I tried again. (I had Kyle's voice of course, which after waking up struck me as really cool.)

No good... strange... I decided to use the restroom while I was there, but then got disgusted enough to decide not to (this bathroom had been trashed worse than the last one). I went back topside and wandered around the garden. Something was trying to form in my brain, a realization, one that was important and probably dangerous. I sat down on the edge of a cement and tile flooring area, and stared at the bushes and dirt and randomly-cut flagstones that made up the path going through the garden.

A lady related to me (aunt? cousin?) showed up and said hello. She mentioned something about my uncle (let's call him Fred) and someone else working on the garden that morning, tearing up the flagstones. Then she left, and the thought that had been coming now had the gaps filled in. The pipes that brought water to my room and that whole underground area ran under the flagstone path. I followed the path, looking at it carefully, and at first it seemed okay but in one area, where the pipes were, the dirt had been packed back down as if it had been disturbed and replaced. And there was even one large hole area where the flagstones had been replaced over the hole (dream logic failing badly) and I couldn't quite see the pipes down there but still...

Then guess who should show up, but uncle Fred. I was pissed off, but I kept my anger calm while I went on a rambling, true-Pretender-Kyle-style accusation. I said that he'd done something to the pipes so I'd drown and also there was something about getting skunk stuff on me (which hadn't happened in the dream proper, but as soon as I said it, it was as if it was a part of the dream's past, during the party) so I'd have to go take a shower, and there was already so much water gone into the bathrooms that were supposedly damaged by "stupid partygoers."

By the end of this my uncle was steaming mad, his face was red and his eyes were huge, his lips drawn back and I knew he was going to attack me and try to kill me here. I attacked him first, but he was really strong. I had enough to do keeping him from getting any advantage, and in the meantime I was trying to get at his head so I could snap his neck. After some struggling I did, and I snapped it one way and then the other for good measure. (Clangy Silent Hill music here, very loud and scary.) My uncle should have died but it was like he was trying to snap his head back properly now, but I tried my best to keep hold of where I wanted the dream plot to go. So Kyle-me turned away and shut his eyes, sort of having a zen moment as he stood there perfectly calm and serene. I knew I had to end the dream fast, and so Kyle opened his eyes and in real life I opened my eyes as well...

...and was quite awake.


thoughts )



Twins

Feb. 21st, 2006 03:00 pm
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
There were twin boys. It was a medieval thing with a vampire feel, but I don't think the boys were vampires. (In fact this was probably inspired by Divine-Star's Devil May Cry fanart.) They had names which I've forgotten now, along with most of this dream. It seems like someone killed their mother while she was out, then went for the boys who were asleep at home. I remember they were sleeping in a round nest-looking bed made of white fur. One twin died fighting and the other fell from a great hight (it's like the bed was set high up on a round stone floor above a flight of stairs that circled down the side below). I remember thinking or even verbally commenting (like I was watching a movie?) that this was a romantic sorta death for the second boy, heartbroken that his brother had been slaughtered.

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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!