tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
I might flesh this out later, but here's the summary from Skype:

[10:53:49 PM] tirsden: hiiiii *fwop* ...wtf star wars dream on crack XD
[10:54:05 PM] Odemon: that makes complete sense
[10:55:13 PM] tirsden: yes. yes it surely does.
[10:55:22 PM] Odemon: XD
[10:56:12 PM] tirsden: I was a member of some elite female fighting/spy/something team who worked for the Empire.... and we were after some mcguffin, and when we found it by way of tricking the rebels who had found what planet it was on, Luke Skywalker was trying to steal it from us O.o
[10:56:40 PM] tirsden: oh, and all the chicks in this team had flower petals around our heads because it was part of our look. and cyber armor that was grey and later reddish pink as if it had always been that way
[10:58:29 PM] Odemon: that sounds like an awesome dream
[10:58:33 PM] tirsden: oh, and the rebels were partly a WoW team. I remember a tauren. O.o
[10:58:37 PM] tirsden: it waaaas
[10:58:41 PM] tirsden: naturally, the alarm went off
[10:59:04 PM] Odemon: bahaha
 
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was Riddick, but the time period and setting were rather strange. I think it was supposed to be in the past at first, medieval China. I had a "friend," some handsome guy whose name I can't remember, who I think I was a bodyguard for or something. I went with him to see this rich guy who collected ancient artifacts. My friend did this as well. We both knew the other guy was up to something shady but at this point we were seeing what we could without ruffling feathers, and the dude was nice enough to show off some stuff in his mansion.

That night, I went back and snuck around after dark and found a document and a shard of pottery that were major clues and a ton of information (I don't remember what it was related to, though). This was in a large gallery room where a lot of the artifacts were kept under glass or in displays. I went out a door and the next area on my way out was a huge indoor cavern almost, and to the right there was ancient ruins I couldn't see very well into, but there was some kind of ritual going on.

It was like the "bad guy" (the dude who was showing us around earlier) was having some kind of cosplay fantasy thing and pretending that the princess he was obsessed with was finally returning his attentions. It sounded a bit like a theatrical production, in which he and whoever was playing the girl sang a mix of "Hellfire" from Disney's Hunchback Of Notre Dame (especially the final line "she will burn!") and the part of Disney's The Little Mermaid where Ariel gives her voice to the sea witch.

Weird... so I headed left, as I knew that was the way out, and the bad guy's servant was just leaving the ritual and I could still hear him singing but he cut off as he saw me leaving. Oops. Not long later I hit the last door to the outside and surprised a guard coming through the other way, so the jig must be up. I pulled the guard through the door and he lost his spear in the process. I can't remember if I fast-killed him or not, I was more intent on getting the eff out since I had already been identified. I was also not worried about having been identified even though I was known to be working with my friend. I guess it was okay by the mission's parameters, like he could say I went rogue and he had no idea what I was doing (or maybe with the document it wouldn't matter).

I ended up in a large courtyard and found a quick way onto the slate-tile roofs that rimmed that courtyard. There were guards with bows and arrows but with the darkness and my speed I was able to take the short route along the roofs and leap off the far side without getting hit. There was some question in the dream logic at this point as to whether I'd hurt myself in the fall; I ignored that bit and kept running and the dream forgot about it.

At this point I "remembered" I had a wild black stallion who was my horse and was currently running free through the hills so I summoned him with a whistle. No saddle or anything, aaand off we went. Mission accomplished. There was some weirdness about chilling with the horse after and eating tomato sandwiches, in which my character was no longer Riddick but some random guy.

Then it was the next morning and I was seeing things from a pseudo-movie perspective. It was now modern day (dream logic fail) and my friend was walking around a small factory or workshop that I think he owned, somewhere in the US (New York perhaps). He was thinking, and in his thoughts made a reference to the fact that Riddick had "pulled it off nicely" last night. So yeah, it was like there were currently no repercussions against my friend.

The friend was then on his way to a party that hadn't started yet, and arrived there where this blonde lady who was fairly caught up in being properly fashionable told him her hair was a wreck even though he complimented her on it. Apparently she'd had it dyed "blonde-black" which was some sort of light blue-silver color in the end, and had to tell her hairdresser to redo it. So it was looking a bit fried but at least generally blonde again. She was tasting hors d'oeuvres coming to her from the kitchen for the upcoming party, and some kind of savory thing (a mini-pie or quiche maybe? can't remember) went over very well but not a single-serving coffee cake.

Then I woke up.


tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was Riddick in a prison on a world that seemed to be half futuristic technology and half medieval. The immediate prison area definitely looked ancient, floor and walls of old-style stone and some of the cells were open behind walls of black iron bars and some had wooden doors and proper stone walls. The lighting wasn't very good, and I had an almost modern-day Earth orange prisoner jump suit on. My cell had a wooden door, the cell to the right of me was larger and the more open-style. It also contained several prisoners, while I was alone.

I don't remember how I unlocked my door, but I do remember watching a guard who was taunting the prisoners in the next cell. The guard had punkish black leather clothes almost like he'd walked out of Mad Max. I had some kind of vaguely-sharp metal instrument and managed to get close enough to the guard before he noticed me, and slit his throat. Bad day to be a guard.

I looted his pockets first while the other prisoners made entirely too much noise congratulating me on my feat. I wanted to take the guard's clothes too but I was afraid there were more unfriendlies on the way, so I gathered up the miscellaneous stuff I'd found on him so far. But since no hacks showed up in the next few moments I pulled the guard's pants off as well while still holding the stuff (dream logic was failing very badly here, physics be damned). Somehow I also managed to get dressed at this point. Yeah. Oh, and I had this odd jacket thing on now, that was only like leather straps on the front in an X and on the back was the British flag embossed in color on leather. There was the thought that I'd already had that in my possession, though.

Now I needed to hide for a minute and found what seemed to be some kind of janitor's closet nearby, though it had a small window in it. I shut the door and dumped the stuff I'd acquired on a wooden counter. There were a couple more-useful knives, some odd almost surgical-looking knife things that had short round-ended blades with serrations along the ends as well, and other stuff that skipped my attention for the moment. There was a light in the room, a glass lantern with a bright candle-like flame in it, and I didn't want the light attracting attention so I opened the lantern and tried to blow out the flame. For some reason there remained a very slight, tiny blue luminescence where the flame had been, just floating there.

In the stuff the guard had, there was a small clear box about 2 inches wide by 2 inches tall by 1 inch deep. I was able to trap the light in the box, and then stepped out of the closet long enough to chuck the thing in the general direction of the other prisoners and said something to the effect of "Enjoy." I figured I was better off with the distracting light over by them, should other guards show up.

Back in the closet-room I was about to look through the stolen stuff better when I noticed the stupid light was back on again and just as bright as it had originally started.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (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: (down the bunny pit)
I don't remember how I got there, but apparently my subconscious thinks Hell is a series of dark tunnels randomly patrolled by trolls and ogres. I was trying not to get discovered, and I noticed that the guards had these long yellow sticks or rods with little floating stars on the end (5-pointed yellow star shapes a little bigger than a silver dollar, one per improvised torch-thingy). The stars were bright enough to give decent lighting, but they were attached to the ends of the rods with tiny chains about 6 inches long. I realized they were sentient, and were being forced to light the way for the patrols.

At some point I found a star that had managed to get free of its rod (where the heck the ogre went is beyond me). The rod glowed slightly while the star was a lot brighter. I think I told it to try and get to the surface while I continued investigating. Maybe I was going to try and save more of the stars... (maybe I had no idea how to get outa there). Right after the star left (it sorta... floated?) another patrol showed up and I tried to hide the slightly-glowing rod behind my leg while attempting to stay in deep enough shadow.

I'm going to guess they saw me, because the next thing I remember is running, but now it seemed like I was outside in a spread-out town with a lot of grass, but I still remember the area feeling like it was underground. I don't remember looking up, so who knows what was up there... maybe lighting that'd make it look like real-enough daylight where I was running. I was trying to find a building to hide in, and saw ahead of me a church. I was thinking, a church in Hell? WTF... but I ran inside anyways; the bad guys didn't see me go in there.

I was lurking around in the church, which sort of made sense layout-wise for a large Catholic-style church, though the lighting wasn't great. There were two men somewhere in the building and I was trying to stay out of sight since I thought they'd be enemies just as much as the guards were. I overheard them talking, however, and it seemed to be an actually "good" church for some reason, that it was tolerated and maybe even necessary to properly balance out Hell. I remember being worried that the ogres might come search the church but it sounds like they weren't allowed inside.

So I finally decided to talk to these guys, and they said I was welcome to stick around. We started playing Nintendo Wii of all things, all three of us, I don't remember what we played... though I do remember messing around with creating Miis. Then I think they got tired and passed out on the couch there by the TV and I decided it was a good time to try and see if I could get out of Hell. Outside the building I realized I still had my Wiimote but I was running by then and figured it was too late to take it back.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
This started as a roleplay at the forum I've been playing at lately, and the RP in question was a Dungeons & Dragons style thing. You could navigate around the dungeon by following links to different threads, and each thread had a small picture in it (in shades of light blue and white) that showed what sort of area the passage looked like. Mostly it was just maze parts, passages, choices for corners, stuff like that.

We (the other players and I) got to a point where we knew the next area was important, and I think we must have been chatting via AIM because we said we better wait for the person who was in charge of the RP (Beastiewolf, apparently) to get online because we'd need her around to run the next bit.

Then it was like I was actually in the dungeon, transformed into my character for the RP, a human version of Shane who I think was supposed to be set up like a 4th Edition D&D rogue. (The problem with that is that I made her a Tiefling for that version, with some multiclass plans in the warlock direction, but dreams don't require logic anyways.) It was like we had gone ahead without the RP-running person (logic fails again) and decided to explore the area anyways. We found one area that extended over a large pit, and in the center of the room was a round area we could get to over a flat bridge. There was something really nasty out there, possibly a minotaur but I'm not sure now. We managed to upset it and it chased the warrior (who's perspective I had for a moment as he went after it with his kickass 2-handed sword) and then it chased him down the hall and I was now on the far side of it.

I decided to keep exploring since I wasn't entirely sure where the monster or my partymate had gotten to being as it was oddly foggy in the dungeon and a bit on the dark side (hmm, weren't there more people in my party?). Elsewhere in another cave I found a bunch of kobolds and evil dwarves guarding some chests. One of the chests happened to be partly behind a rock, and I snuck over and picked the lock and managed to loot the contents (clear gems) without anyone noticing me. I even walked right straight back through the bad guys and ran off, thinking in my head "Hide In Plain Sight FTW!" (4e rogue skill lol.)

I think I managed to find my party again but I'm not sure, logic was failing so badly by that point that things were starting to merge together into subconscious soup.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
I began the dream as a much darker version of myself. I was put into some sort of free-for-all environment that I think was a prison where people were sent to die. It was all underground, and a fairly modern-day setting. The top two or three floors were safe, but the floors below those were supposedly super dangerous and if you went down there it was your fault if you died. The top section was more like a bunch of apartments, and the lower sections became more like a run-down, abandoned shopping mall.

I had no weapon at first, and went straight for the first dangerous level. I killed several people (including children) as if it were nothing, and then one guy appeared with a switchblade, thinking because he had a weapon I would be afraid of him, or he would win the battle by default, or some such stupid thing. All I knew was he had a weapon and it was gonna be mine. I snagged it and killed him with it and a few more people.

Then I guess my conscience got to me and I decided not to kill anymore children. Plus, it seemed like I was getting a reputation and smart people were deciding not to mess with me; why bother with pointless killing when I could be working on getting out of here? It seemed like there was something more going on in this place than what I thought I'd understood. I had a short conversation with someone (the next couple of kids and an adult?), saying I was pretty sure that if I fought my way deep enough into the place I'd find a way out... and the kids said they might be able to help if I took them with me so they could escape too. They were pretty impressed with what I'd done so far (even killing the other kids), and I said that Riddick would have done the same thing, and he'd probably have kept on killing.

Then next thing I knew, I was Riddick, and I was in Landel's Institute and it was nightshift. In the dream, Landel's wasn't one large building but several buildings spread over a decent-sized complex with quite a bit of of grass, road, and concrete between the buildings. The whole complex was surrounded by deep forest, and somewhere in the dream I was able to look out a window and see that the surrounding area looked like dense, forested, rolling hills near a stark mountain range.

I was in the building where prizes for good patients were kept, except it seems like some of the things in the room had a bit too much potential, so perhaps this was actually storage or sorting of donated items before patients got to have a look at them, if they ever did. Maybe the doctors chose prizes from this room... there were several other patients in the room as well, and we were grabbing stuff as fast as we could. Some of the items I grabbed were meant as trade items, there was a lot of girly stuff like decorative soap, makeup, glittery bath oils and body lotion in soft plastic tubes, that sort of thing.

There were items that I intended to keep as well: gel pens, notebooks, and something I can't remember anymore that I knew could make a good weapon with some work. I think I found a somewhat kiddy version of a world atlas, which I thought might come in handy, along with some other magazine I'd have to look at closer later... stuff patients were no doubt never meant to see, because it would hold major clues about the world we were trapped on... assuming it wasn't planted to confuse us. It was getting difficult to hold all this stuff, but then I found various plastic bags and even tote bags made of more durable fabric. I snagged a tote bag before several other people near me went bananas on the rest. I threw what I had into the bag and I think there was some candy or other sugary snacks I procured next.

Then we heard the intercom announce that morning was about to arrive. And right at that moment the sun rose, and the sunlight now streaming through the windows made me feel really, really drowsy, as if I'd been hit by a tranquilizer dart... but I knew nothing specific had happened... and I also knew this always happened at the end of nightshift. I fought it hard tho, I didn't want to lose my bag of stuff. The guy next to me was managing to stay awake so far as well, I think several other people fell asleep right on the floor... but I really didn't care, I was forcing my feet away from that room and towards my assigned bedroom.

I had to cross open lawn to get there, and my room was one of many in a set of cabins all attached in a long line. I made it into mine, knowing at any second I was going to black out or get found by a nurse. The room was in semi-darkness but I stumbled to my bed and took the books out of the bag, hiding them first under the mattress as they were the flattest things I'd stolen. I stuck the frustratingly large bulge of the rest of the bag under where I'd be sleeping, and crawled into bed with that big thing underneath my chest area. I tried to lay so that it wasn't noticeable there was stuff hidden with me.

I'm thinking a nurse came in? And now I realize the beginning of dayshift hadn't put me to sleep like it should have... but it doesn't really matter because...

Then I woke up.


dream symbol analysis and thoughts )
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(Definitely inspired by reading Ultimate X-Men v.1 yesterday, this dream starts out rather more boring than the title implies but gets more interesting later.)


I was my real self at a Wal-Mart waiting in line at the entertainment department checkout. There was someone ahead of me and they were taking forever. There were at least two guys behind me as well. Someone had managed to find two chairs and they looked as if a lot of people waiting in line had used them that day. They were in the first and second person-waiting-in-line positions and the line was kinda spread out anyways, the store wasn't busy in our area except for those of us waiting in line. So I sat on the chair by my position and waited. I was buying a scanner that was on sale for $20 and I had some other stuff I'd set on a nearby shelf.

As I was waiting I realized I didn't have enough money to get all this plus Sims 2 which I was going to get in a couple days (this reflects real-life plans to get that game) so I just sorta left the extra stuff on the shelf and still sat there waiting since I was gonna buy the scanner regardless. (It was pretty much the same one my parental units got me for xmas but apparently my dream had forgotten about that.)

I was quite bored and looked over at the counter. The cashier was gone for some reason, but so was the person ahead of me in line. I moved up to the counter and set the scanner box on it. Suddenly there was shouting and an explosion from somewhere beyond the department, but close enough that it sent stuff around us flying. The other guys scattered and I found myself surrounded by a dozen rifle-armed black ops specialists, every muzzle pointed at my head. (At this point the dream logic decided I was an X-Men-style mutant and these guys were something similar to Weapon-X enforcers from the Ultimate X-Men comic book series.)

I thought at first they wanted to capture me but it turns out they were just going to kill me. I moved lightning fast and kicked up at the muzzles, spinning in a full circle. Now they weren't pointed at me but at random angles, and several of the bad guys fired as a reflex to my attack, hitting their buddies instead of me. The rest were easy enough to take care of quickly and I glanced around fast to see there wasn't anyone standing near me. I grabbed my scanner box (hey, a good scanner is a good scanner and the store was going to hell in a handbasket) and tucked it under one arm, heading for the main doors. On the way there I spotted another mutant (she looked like Ultimate X-Men Storm) and told her to follow me. As I ran out the front doors I noticed candy stands by the registers there and yelled at her to grab a candy bar, "Hell, grab a whole ****ing handful, we're going to need them."

She did and followed me out to the parking lot, looking a bit like a deer in headlights. (My character changed somewhere around this point, becoming male, sort of a punk, younger version of Wolverine.) As we're running across the parking lot I say, "Okay, where'd I put the Jag." (This was in part a vague realization I was dreaming, but only enough to seed an idea into the dream... it beat stealing a car.) I found it quickly after saying that, it was completely black and oldschool-meets-ultramodern (special edition?). I grabbed the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door with the remote. I threw the scanner in the back and the girl got in the passenger side.

Pretty soon we were speeding down streets and away from the main area of town. The girl was worried that the cops must be after us, and I said "Oh they definitely are." Nobody was giving chase behind us at the moment, so the girl asked me how I knew for sure. "I can hear them, I pick up radio frequencies when I want to... and sometimes when I don't want to." (This was another semi-lucidly seeded idea, the whole time I don't remember hearing any radio but the dream logic didn't seem to care.)

Then there were two cars ahead of us driving directly at us through oncoming traffic. I swerved to miss them and ended up going down the embankment on the road we were now on, a small highway in a forested area. I kept the car running along the embankment but steering was sluggish and I couldn't seem to work the car back up to the road. The last thing I needed was for the cops to show up now, so I stopped the car and got out, telling the girl to stay put. "What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully, and I answered, "Use my other talent." I dragged the car back up to the road with inhuman strength and hopped back in the driver's seat. Vroooooooooooooooom!

The rest of the dream changed dramatically and made a lot less sense. I became the girl character, who was now white with blonde hair done up very prim (think Jane from A&E's Pride & Prejudice), and the other character was even more like Wolverine now, closer to the correct age for the movies and how he looks in Ultimate X-Men. We'd made serious tracks and were taking a break on a northeast-coast beach that was apparently a memorable spot to the guy character. Let's call him Logan (Wolverine's real name) cuz I think that's really who he was supposed to be at this point.

I was wading in ankle-deep water and talking to Logan about random things and it was obvious we'd fallen in love. A fog was creeping in and tendrils of mist curled towards the shore. Then a rather thick, smaller bank of fog rolled in, moving towards me. Eerily I noted that it seemed almost sentient as it moved straight for me. It covered my feet and moved up over my body, engulfing me. I passed out, falling into the water, and had a vision of a woman who looked at me out of the fog, at first suspicious but then she smiled and turned and left. I woke up a moment later in Logan's worried arms, and I told him what I'd seen. He said he used to come to this beach with his wife before she died, and it must have been her spirit. I still felt a little dizzy and he helped me walk back to the sand.

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)
I was a wiry athletic kid of about 13, female. I lived on the big island of Hawaii and my dad was the local sherrif. (This is all modern day, and my father looked like a cross between Kurt Russell and Michael Douglas. He was not my real-life father in any way. Seems like any mother figure was dead or out of the picture.) I was in his office as they were discussing that one of their people was missing... our people, I was often hanging out at the station or with him or his officers somewhere. Seems like it was summer vacation, so school wasn't an issue.

Dad handed a stack of oversized arial photographs to someone else and said, "Here's the photos of a perfect flight on the aircraft." Apparently the gal who was missing was investigating drug running or something, and had disappeared somewhere after leaving the station last. She was supposed to take the plane to somewhere (I forget where, it was important to the investigation) and had obviously met with foul play somewhere along the way because she hadn't made it to whatever rendezvous had called in saying she was missing.

Dad was thinking she'd been intercepted after the flight, but I saw the photos and said, "This is where it happened. You should look into this, the pilot or someone on the plane did it." He asked me why I thought that and I said, "Why would they send you photos of a perfect flight? It's like they want you to overlook them." Seems like there was some reason why it would be difficult to investigate the flight crew, like they were usually trustworthy and had friends higher up. But my words swayed him and he said he'd have to send something to a guy I also knew half way across the island. Dad was plenty busy trying to round up a search of everywhere but the plane and it's owners and all things related. I offered to take the stuff he wanted to send by bike, I'd done similar things before and knew the way.

He told me to be careful and I left with the file in my backpack (I think it was a file anyways, the dream logic wasn't up to par for that part). Beside the station, along the main road of town were a couple buildings including a bar (on the right when walking out of the station) followed by an auto repair shop. I'd left my bike chained up with a bunch of others in front of the car place. As I got it off the rack a big mean-looking guy came up and accused me of trying to steal his bike. He argued with me for a moment while I was trying to keep him calm (I didn't feel like getting beat up and nobody else was around at that moment.) I said, "Fine, let's go ask Big Louie, he knows my bike," plus Big Louie never let anyone give him crap. Even me, who he was fond of. Big Louie was a huge Polynesian guy who owned the car repair and could always be found on the premesis without looking very hard.

The mean guy backed off as soon as I mentioned Big Louie. Figured, the jerk was just trying to make trouble. I got outa there fast and stopped in front of the bar where an asian lady I knew was selling coffee. I told her I was headed across the island and she asked me to deliver a big ol' pot of coffee since I was going that way already. (The coffee thing looked like a cross between a thermos and a large-style coffee holder from restaurants.) Yeah, I said I could and so loaded that into my backpack. Boy was it heavy... but I cinched up the straps and got going. The bright, sunny weather was kinda hot but I had a bottle of water on my bike and I was used to this kinda thing.

I rode on the sidewalk through the busier traffic of town and before long was zipping along the side of the road after the sidwalk ended. For a while I only passed one oncoming car and nobody passed me, which was typical. Then I hit the stretch where the road got very steep and windy and the area was very sandy. I was carefully maneuvering through this area when someone in a pickup tried to run me off the road. I ended up in the sand, still on my bike, but it was very hard to pedal through the stuff. I made it a ways, shortcutting across the sand to another section of the road, but the truck was coming back. I ditched the bike and ran across the dunes. I knew I was somewhere near the water but couldn't see it.

There were people chasing me now, it's like they'd been waiting in the area for me. One of them was the mean guy from earlier at the auto place. Well, suddenly all of that made sense and I figured these guys were the same ones responsible for the officer lady's earlier disappearance. If I could get away I could tell Dad... but the odds weren't looking good. They caught me and dragged me back to the road. I vaguely remember being hauled off in a van... and as logic really started to bail from the dream I remember hoping that the bad guys had left my bike where I'd ditched it and forgotten about it. Dad would come looking along my bike route when I didn't turn up... plus I'd ditched my backpack there because it was so heavy, but I think one of the guys took it.

Then I woke up.

thoughts )
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(This is from back in July on the Chicago trip where I had the alien dream, and I forgot to post it. Oops. Here goes.)


I was a princess, maybe with magic, in a group with others. I was closest to the knight and we were all trying to get out of a castle full of traps. The next thing I remember was that the knight had managed to take a magic sword that had some sort of ice-related power from a dragon's hoard in the middle of this castle. (The sword's hilt and lower end of the blade had some sort of magical inlay, you could see an icy power moving about in there.) The castle was mostly a big huge roundish tower shape that was partly in ruins. My own home castle was just down the road from this place.

The dragon had been away but we could hear it coming back. The knight wanted to get back to the castle fast so that the dragon wouldn't see the stolen sword. Also, the knight didn't have his horse or armor. I realized that the sword had been placed prominently and that the dragon would know right away that it had been taken. It would tear our castle and the countryside apart looking for the thing. So I grabbed the sword and made the knight stand in the middle of the road with me. He was shaking like a leaf. I had my arm around his waist to keep him from falling over. Some knight.

Anyways, I held the sword high in front of us, blade pointing to the sky. The dragon thundered into view and stopped in front of us. It was obviously pissed that we'd taken the sword. But it stooped it's head down to my level and I spoke to it in the dragon language, asking forgiveness for such a terrible transgression. The sounds I had to make were hard on my voice and not meant for humans, but the dragon understood. He wanted to know why we'd taken the sword.

I tried several reasons, from the knight wanting it to the fact that he'd won it in combat (I think a bad guy, maybe even the evil owner of the trap-filled castle, had actually taken the sword in the dragon horde first and the knight had defeated him there). But the dragon wasn't impressed. It was hard to breath and speak the dragon language with the dragon's mouth and nose in my face. Noxious fumes, let me tell you.

Then I realized I should tell the dragon about the quest the knight was going on. It was something so insanely difficult, so futile, that it was pretty much inconceivable anyone would even think of trying. Yet it seems like he had to do it and I believed we had a chance if we took this particular sword. (The quest had something to do with the frozen northlands and probably killing something super powerful but that's all I remember.) Maybe the dragon would let us borrow the sword for the quest. I believed we had to have it to succeed at all and that we would if we had it.

But I didn't get the chance to finish asking (I remember the dragon looking thoroughly shocked and pulling his head back and high up into the air, looking at me like "omgwftyoumustbekidding" as I told him the quest part) because...

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: (misundaztood)
The earliest part of this dream had me stuck on an island somewhere with one or two other people. There was a large fort that had to do with the dream plot I can't remember anymore. But at the end part of this dream the other people seemed to think we'd get rescued, yet I knew the odds of that weren't good. In fact I seemed to know we might be there indefinitely.

I found some blackberry bushes and blueberry trees and started planting berries in paper cups of dirt. My idea was to start a sort of mini-farm out of this stuff. (Mind you, blueberry bushes aren't the easiest things to nurture and take years before they will produce berries... and to my knowledge they don't become trees... but it made sense in the dream). Then it seemed like the other people had found a raft, so we all got on it and went out in the water. But I ended up by myself in the water for some reason. The current was very strong, and I thought it might take me to another island or the mainland. I saw some land coming up that didn't look familiar, but as soon as I was on it I realized it was the same island.

The next bit is unclear, but the dream changed to me going to visit a halfling (hobbit) friend in a series of underground caves where other halflings lived. But she wasn't there, and it looked like the place had been trashed. I realized she'd been kidnapped, and wondered if there was some message she'd left behind that would help me know where she'd been taken. I found her sewing basket and started taking it apart. I figure if she'd had the time, she would have had to hide the message very well so that her captors didn't destroy it. After taking apart a lot of the sewing basket components down to the box inside all the fabric and foam, I put it down to see if there were clues anywhere else.

Then her phone rang (yeah, a halfling with a phone, and a video phone no less). It was her! But it looked like she was being held somewhere and this call was a sort of asking-for-ransom-money deal or something. She couldn't directly tell me where the clue was that I was sure she'd left, because the bad guys would surely hurt her and cut her off before she could finish telling me, but what she did say was, "You are an artist, after all." The phone call ended, and I don't really remember what else had been said. I was thinking about the artist thing, and wondering if she meant the sewing basket (or well, what was left of it) was really where she'd hidden the clue. Part of the inside box had a simple painting on it. Had she had time to hide something under the paint? It was dry and looked like it belonged on the box.

Either I've forgotten what happened next or the dream changed again. Now I was talking to Mom about going on a trip. It was one that my brother Jamie was supposed to be going on too and meeting us at the destination and I told her I didn't want to see him so I wasn't going. In the end it turned out he wasn't going to go so I think I went. There was a dinner scene, at the destination of the trip (wherever it was) and I said I had to use the restroom as we were all being seated. For some reason I really I didn't want to sit next to my kid brother Peter and I said something about that as I walked off (the only seat left had been next to him, and Mom said something about switching seats real quick and Peter started whining).

Then I think I decided that I wasn't going back. I found myself in a sort of weird shopping mall, and for some reason I was pretending I had a foot problem. I was limping really badly. A couple of ladies looked at me funny as I was looking for the restroom (this was still on my mind, even though I knew I wouldn't be returning to the family after I found it). I found a stand nobody was watching, and I realized somewhere in my mind that I was dreaming, so I knew if I could get away with it in the dream it would be okay to steal something. The object in question was actually icecream, it was kinda like those little ones you can get in paper cups. I picked it up and held it under my shirt, which was really big and baggy.

Then a black guy showed up who was probably supposed to be watching the stand, and he asked me if I needed anything. I asked him where the restroom was, the entire time nervous that he'd somehow catch me with the icecream (which was very cold). But he told me it was upstairs, and pointed across the lobby/hallway thing that comprised most of the mall. Where he was pointing, there were these odd elevators that went up to the next floor, and there were a bunch of them in a row. They had glass walls so people could see out while the elevators went up and down.

I went over there trying to find an empty elevator, but when I thought I was going into a sort of holding area just before one elevator, it turned out to be something else, maybe machinery that ran the elevators. I knew I wasn't supposed to be in that area, so I went back out. I gave up on the elevators and thought about stairs, then I looked around to see if there were actually any restroom signs anywhere. I did see one... but thinking about it now it didn't make much sense and it had no arrow. I was standing by the sign thinking it meant I should go up some stairs right near me, and then I noticed the mall exit doors.

I decided to go out them, and it was night time outside. For some reason I felt like I should hide, and dropped low to the ground and almost crawled over to this bush by the doors. A car went by and I remember being worried about the light from the headlights. By this time I managed to eat some of the icecream, and then someone who was my friend met me behind the weird bush thing. (I have no clue who the guy was supposed to be now, but in the dream he was a real friend). I might have said something to this person, but then this other guy showed up and started saying who I was. I had no idea who he was but he was dead right on all the stuff he said about me. He looked at my friend and said all kinds of true stuff about my friend too. The stranger said that we'd been destined to go on a quest, an adventure of the greatest proportions, and that he had a contract for us to sign. It seems like the quest would be a fantasy sort of thing in another world.

My friend said he didn't think signing the contract was a good idea. Meanwhile the stranger had handed it to me, and I had intended to sign it (what the hell, eh? I was running away after all and had no real plans, I'd definitely sign up for an adventure since it seemed like I knew this was going to be something like what I've been waiting for my whole life). But as I was looking at the contract, the words and lines to sign and stuff kept changing, moving around somehow (probably because reading in dreams is often a very difficult task). I had to ask the stranger where I was supposed to sign it even though he'd already showed me before the words and lines started moving around.

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!