tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
At first I was myself trying to do driving errands in the daytime before a really bad storm hit... running around Home Depot and not finding what I was looking for, then realizing what I wanted wouldn't even be in a Home Depot (and I don't remember now what it was I wanted). Weirdly enough by the time I was leaving I was in a wheelchair (one of the store ones). I remember knowing I didn't need it, but I was trying to pretend that I did. Once I was outside (and walking) again, I couldn't find the vehicle I'd been using.

Logic was already failing so badly by now, but it completely merged into a whole new thought. It was evening now, and dark out. Somewhere in this area was a large building used for meeting spaces and such. The story plot changed completely to being a Denzel Washington movie type idea, except it was real and I was his wife (and I was black too). We were there at the meeting place because he'd landed this big promotion or job or something he was so excited about, but when he went in to talk to the big wigs he came back all freaked out and stressed to the max.

The bigwigs had come back with him to continue the discussion though it sort of seemed like things had at least already been partly decided. It turns out that there for some reason was no proof that he was the father of my two kids (yesh we had kids says the dream logic XDD;; ) and we like always considered them formally adopted but now it was like he'd have to pay the company a bunch of money for them, to be on his health insurance and whatnot. I could tell how upset he was and it was like they'd pretty much succeeded in convincing him this was necessary, and I never got a figure for what they were asking for the kids but it must have been outrageous (and we were already a well-to-do family).

I got up and took my husband by the arm and said we were leaving. Outside I told him that the job wasn't worth it and WTF did they think they were doing? He was kinda agreeing, as if he were coming out of some kind of fog their manipulations had placed him under, and I had a feeling I'd pulled him out of a really bad situation.

Then logic failed completely and I don't remember any more of this sequence.

tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
The entire first part of this dream was total crap and shall thus be ignored, but eventually I looked out a window in my mother's house (random dream house) and saw that a huge storm had approached, including several funnel clouds. I said something to her as she was elsewhere in the house about it, and how we were all in danger, and she said something about everybody getting to a safe spot in the house. And I was staring at this huge dark underside of the cloud and realizing how outlandish the whole thing was... and then said, "No, it's okay, this is a dream." She kept saying we needed to get safe, and I ignored her and climbed out the window.

I decided I was Riddick, and I had to find Stefan (the alternate universe 17-year-old version of Lord Recluse from City Of Villains that a friend of mine roleplays ♥ ). Stefan was out here somewhere and I had to find him. I kept calling out his name and running along the grass of a very large field that pretty much seemed to stretch to the horizon, except for maybe a forest somewhere to what felt like the west. It was a bit hazy out now, and I don't remember being worried about the weather anymore. I had too many clothes on for Riddick, technically, and I knew that was left over from the previous parts of the dream. I didn't care, I took some of it off (like a jacket) and threw it away and kept shouting and running. The problem now was that being lucid, I was too close to awake. I did wake up partly, and lost the dream, though I tried hard to get back to it or remember that I was trying to find Stefan should I enter a different dream.

I did the latter, managing to enter the next dream as Riddick properly (that's probably a first), and kept remembering what I had to do. I was now beside a house near a short cliff that led to a stream that emptied into the ocean; it was overcast. The beach wasn't one of those white-sand ones, more like... grey sand and a few scraggly plants. I kept looking for Stefan, going down a trail along the cliffside, but then I heard him call to me. He was back up the trail somewhere, up in the yard of the house? I called back, "Where are you?" and he said, "In the gazebo."

I went back up the trail and was worried I wouldn't see such a thing (as I didn't remember it being there before and I still partly knew this was a dream). But there it was, across the yard closer to the ocean. There were people in it, but as I approached I noticed it was two or three teenage girls, and the gazebo changed into some weird kind of similarly-shaped building made of metal with huge glass windows on my side, and an elevator inside. The girl closest to me was Asian and said something I don't remember anymore, and I decided the elevator was my best shot for finding Stefan.

I got in, and it seems like I knew this was a place I wasn't really allowed to go. I remember the controls only seemed to have one button (1st floor, which was where we were??). I was lost as to what to do for a moment, then a couple guys in suits with briefcases got in and used a key to start the elevator. I sorta just stood there like "yeah I'm supposed to be here, duh" and the elevator went down into the ground.

The floor I got off on opened into a cafeteria, and people were serving pizza there. I remember my real-life allergies suddenly seemed like an issue (poor Riddick ^^; ) and then I decided, what the heck, I'd eat some. I had no idea where Stefan was and I was hungry. (Dream logic was also sorta failing badly by this point.) There were other people getting a slice too, and the servers had said it was free because they'd made it and some gathering had canceled and they weren't going to waste it.

I sat down on a bench beside a wall near the food line and suddenly Stefan was there too! Right beside me. I was glad to have found him even if it didn't make much sense, and since we were right by the food, he got a slice too at my urging. I said we should eat before anything else happened as it seems like it'd been ages since we'd had any proper sort of meal. We sat together on the bench eating and I think I asked him what was going on or if he was okay.

Then I woke up.
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Well, okay, maybe they wanted to be in my head. But anyways, this dream felt like a cross between the television series The 4400 and a random alien movie like Signs. For the purposes of this dream, which came pre-loaded with a whole different past for me and everything, we'll say that the 4400 were something that had been heard of in the area where I lived in the dream, but wasn't necessarily something we'd come across. We weren't sure on the truth of the matter, if the 4400 people had been abducted and then returned by aliens, or by our future descendants of the future, or if they really had special powers, or whatever.

Now for the dream proper. I lived with my family in a big farm house in a farm type community. I had a mother and two or three kid siblings, but I don't remember any father figure. My mom was nice, and the kids were cute and relatively well behaved. I remember being inside the house one night, and I kept having these strange quick visions of nasty aliens creeping around our house in the dark, or breaking windows, things like that. I think all the doors were locked, like we had locked them out of fear, because there was a very strong, weird storm going on outside. We knew it might be an alien attack of some type... and huddled in the middle of the house beside a chest of drawers we had placed in a doorway for some reason. I remember a candle, so the power must have been out.

Then it was daytime, and we were standing in the living room (not far from that doorway that had been half-barricaded). I was trying to make plans to survive an alien invasion, but I stopped talking as this boy we knew walked into the room. It occurred to me that he'd been rumored to have been part of the 4400. And something was wrong... he didn't act or walk like a little kid (he couldn't have been more than 10 years old). As he walked by me, I saw that one of his eyes, his left eye, had a bright green iris. I suddenly just knew that this meant he'd been taken over by an alien. And to me, it felt like he was lost, whatever boy had been in his mind and body before was long dead, filled now with the menace of an evil alien.

I was looking around for a weapon while trying to appear like I hadn't noticed that anything was wrong. I found a knife with a rather long blade just as the kid went after my mom, attacking her and trying to kill her. I stabbed him with the knife several times, and killed him. The other children (my kid siblings) were crying and my mom was scared too, but she was also saying, "Now the aliens will be really mad, you killed one of them! Where are we going to hide the body?" I remember saying something stupid like, "Do you think it looks like one of the cats did it?" as I wrapped the body up in a thin rug that was on the floor. I was trying not to get any blood anywhere, yet I managed to get a few drops on the floor. It was creepy looking stuff, thicker than human blood, and a sort of puke green color. I had a feeling that an alien would be able to sense this stuff from a distance, and would definitely freak out if they found it on something in our house.

Anyways, I took the body upstairs and hid it in one of the top drawers of my mother's dresser. I figured that if we were going to hide ourselves somewhere in the house, it should be as far away from the location of the body as possible. I knew it would be a bad idea to leave the house, as at least this was familiar territory, and who knows what would happen next or when. I had just gotten back downstairs when one of the kids started yelling that there was something in the sky. I went to a window and saw what looked like flying saucers from those really old, bad alien movies. You know, the hubcaps on wires concept. Except I knew this was real, and they were flying high through the sky. At least they appeared on a trajectory somewhere beyond our house (they would be flying over it) but that still wasn't very comforting.

I started screaming for everyone to close the curtains. There were a LOT of windows in this house, and I ran around closing curtains as fast as I could. I called as many of the cats into the house as I could justify, since we didn't know how long we had before aliens would be creeping around our house. Assuming my visions were true, and they were starting again. Once most of the cats were in the house and the rest refused to come (there were a LOT of cats, maybe a hint at the movie The Mummy I watched recently), I locked the doors, but there was a big set of double doors by the kitchen that gave me trouble. The lock didn't want to work properly, and the doors kept opening.

I got the doors to sort of hold, at least stay closed, and found that a bunch of the windows in the house still hadn't had their curtains closed. And an argument was starting about where we were all going to hide. There was a man in the group now, I don't know what relation he had to the family (maybe a farmhand or manager). I think there might have been one or two friends of my siblings in the house now too. Maybe an extra person, like a neighbor mom or something, but I really don't know. Anyways, the guy kept saying we should stay in a room with windows. "No windows!!!" I kept saying. I knew we needed a small room with NO windows, something that might be easier to get away with hiding in, and something harder to break into than a room with freaking glass windows. Duh!

Maybe he thought we'd need the airflow or light or something. I figured if we were in a room with windows we wouldn't last long enough to enjoy those luxuries. So I said we should use a closet. I settled on the closet that was off of the kitchen. It had NO windows and was a small empty room with just the one door leading to the kitchen (in reality it makes no sense, it would have been a pantry full of food or something, but whatever... apparently having an empty closet room in your kitchen was normal in the dream world). I told people to find all the food and water and drinks they could find and get them into that room.

I started carrying stuff from the fridge to the closet, things like six packs of soda and juice. I remember passing up the idea of taking some ice cream sandwiches, even though it might be a fun thing for the kids who were really scared. I also remember thinking that I couldn't eat them, and neither could my mom (so my food allergies bled into the dream somehow... the flavors of the sandwiches I had been looking at were Chocolate Chip Mint... but my mom was still this dream mom, not my real one). The guy person suggested three boxes of freeze dried food we'd gotten somewhere, but by this time I was ready to get everyone hidden away because I figured we were out of time. And the strange thing was, it was dark again, night time.

(This dream seemed to change from night to day and back again without warning or implied time flow, kinda like that terribly-made movie Plan Nine From Outer Space. Also, sometimes when I was closing curtains or doors it was like there was this fierce, unearthly dark swirly windy stuff flowing around the house, just outside the doors, but I can't remember specifically what moments that happened during the dream. I remember being afraid of that inky windy stuff though.)

We'd gotten batteries, flashlights, candles, blankets, weapons (including guns), and everything else we could think of on short notice into the closet. Everyone was in there too now, except for me, as I was going to go for the freeze dried stuff which was stored in the next room (beyond the kitchen, and those stupid double doors were half way into that room in the way the house was laid out). I heard a noise in the next room, and saw that those accursed double doors were open again. I grabbed the nearest blunt object, which I think might have actually been some sort of kid's toy, like a hard plastic baseball bat but not quite... it had more like a mining pick kind of shape, especially on the end that I'd be using to bash alien brains in with, or try.

But it wasn't an alien that moved into view. It was someone I knew from the neighborhood, and he had a weapon too, some random blunt object (probably a wooden board or something) and he stopped when he saw me. The thought occurred to me that maybe he had thought my noises in the kitchen were caused by an alien intruder. Then I looked at his eyes, and I noticed that his left eye was darker than the right one, but not green. I think he saw me hesitating and said, "Yeah, I've got an astigmatism," and that made sense in the dream as to why his one eye was darker (silly dream physics again). Then I realized something, and said to him, "You've seen them. You've seen the people taken over by aliens!" And he said yes.

I think the idea was he was going to join our little survival group, and there was a random thought in my head that if we were going to be hiding out for a long time, we should have made some sort of preparation for bathroom needs.

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!