tirsdendreams: (bad guys r us)
It was the beginning of a science fiction movie, the camera view floating above the earth in orbit and approaching a very alien looking ship, all smooth curves and a large hole in the middle. Over the edge of that hole was crawling a very chattery sort of quasi-robot alien that was going to go down and spy on the planet. He jumped off the edge and headed down towards where gravity soon pulled him faster and faster through the atmosphere.

Now it was like there were two people instead, a man and a woman, and the guy was the leader and also me. We both used some kind of braking mechanism to slow our descent, but still hit the ground so hard it shook badly. We were now inside a building (that I don't remember having crashed through), and the damage from the shock was so great that it started cracking up the walls and breaking, daylight visible outside.

It was imperative to leave before anyone came to investigate, but outside it was obvious that there was a lot of confusion due to other buildings also suffering damage. Nobody seemed to take much noticed of the visitors who looked human enough, if maybe our clothing was a little oddly cut.

Later on, there were now three people in this group as if it had always been three, the third being a robot that had a skin-covering to make it look human, like an android. Now I was the girl, and we were standing beside a large cliff looking up it at a research center built at the top. To the left, the cliff had been hollowed out some by what must have been a huge impact that was still glowing red, like a meteorite had landed there not too long ago. Now the plot was trying to imply that the huge impact from earlier had happened there instead.

There was some kind of water system or dam above the impact zone, and it released water that rushed down into the hollow area. I was thinking that it looked like an awful lot of water, and backed up. The water hit the hot rocks and completely evaporated into steam. The robot guy and the man were busy trying to figure out whatever the heck we were there to figure out, and I stayed back even though the more obvious danger was over and there was no more water.

As they were deciding they should find a way up to the research center, there was another deluge of water and this time the rocks were cool enough that some splashed across the area where the other two were still standing. The robot seemed to find this most disagreeable, while I was giggling because it wasn't like they didn't have enough warning to get back to where I had stayed nice and dry. At least the robot guy's sensitive electrical workings were protected by his fake skin.

The scene shifted to possibly inside the research center, the plot wasn't very clear on that. I was now the guy in charge, and wearing a Star Fleet uniform in the style of the old show. It would seem the show was now reality for this dream though, as Captain Kirk was talking to me and making sure we were legitimate researchers on the planet. We weren't, but we were faking it. Spock was there, and as we were leaving the room, I saw him press something into a round vase he was holding and then give it to one of my allies who didn't notice anything wrong.

In the next room where we were alone and moving on elsewhere, I stopped and pointed to the vase, saying, "He bugged it." My associate nodded and either located the bug to destroy it or just left the vase in that room as we continued on. I'm not entirely sure, as I was thinking that perhaps it wasn't smart to have said that out loud, but then realized they probably weren't monitoring the frequency until after they got back to the ship. Either way, we were heading for a safer area where we could properly go on with our plans... whatever they were.

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


Feb. 3rd, 2009 11:41 pm
tirsdendreams: (Default)
(Old dream notes are old. I just found this again, it was written November 4th, 2008. I'm going to transcribe it pretty much the way it was originally written.)

Movie like Lethal Weapon on TV, two cops find a girl witness, drive in bad weather. (Then I was the girl in the "movie" which was now reality.) There is deep water ahead, think they can cross but it looks so deep it's blue. Car is an old large convertible with the top down. They try, and even paddle the car with hands which sorta works but the deep water just seems to keep on going.

Get near an odd obstacle and a lady appears like a vision and says we are the chosen ones, and must help her world. She summons magic into her hand (warp stuff) that coalesces into three small teardrop stones. She gives them to us, then shows putting another on her forehead and vanishes.

I do what she did and it sticks like it won't come off. The others do it too; one of the guys puts it in a spot more like where an actual teardrop might go. He did it that way so it would seem less gay (AHAHAHA!! fail). My "marker" starts burning and it hurts, and then we're transported to the new world instantaneously and together. We're standing and it's dark. We're on grounds near a forest.

The evil bad guy has seen our entry in a crystal ball (or mirror?). Tells his three-headed dog and three wolves to go destroy the intruders. What he doesn't seem to know is that I can't be harmed by animals due to being the chosen one with the right combination of inner powers and the crystal. So the dogs cower and cannot follow their master's order, though they would have instantly otherwise. The protection the girl has extends to anyone she is near. Animals who intend to harm her or anyone near her can't get anywhere near her.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (hold me)
(The title is a joking reference to the previous dream.)

This dream started as some weird sort of video game that was a combination of Riddick, LEGOS, and World of Warcarft. It eventually evolved into a fairly modern-day space drama that had nothing to do with any of that.

The initial bits of the setup are vague now, but there was a space flight to Jupiter and it seems like most of the crew died due to something beyond our control. The survivors were myself (a female astronaut), a guy who was probably the captain (let's call him Bob, he was played by Ed Harris), and Brian, another astronaut. Brian had some kind of form or paper inside a file cabinet or box on the ship that will come in later.

Once the mission was complete, even though it had gone so badly, there was an odd continuation from the game mentioned at the beginning of the dream, in that this tutorial computer voice or entity from that game said it was now time for an ethics test. The final test. Apparently everything else that had happened had also been a twisted test of some sort.

Suddenly the three of us are floating out in space, just beyond Earth's orbit. We're all wearing space suits but they're a kind that we know won't last all that long if nobody comes to get us (air supply issues and naturally if we get caught in Earth's gravitational field or some other planet's, we're toast). Our slow floating trajectory is taking us away from Earth, however, and we're wondering what on earth this test could be while frustrated at the helplessness of the situation.

We come across some floating space debris slowly going the other way, and realize that some of it is from the failed Jupiter mission. I try to hold on to some of it with my arms, legs, and feet and manage to end up with a few things floating along with us (so I don't have to hold onto them anymore, just sorta pay attention here and there to be sure the stuff is still with us). There's a cardboard box and a black metal box or chest of some sort, but dream logic doesn't always hold and at random the containers change without my noticing anything's wrong. Besides, at this point we randomly don't have space suits on at all, but it doesn't affect the dream's plot.

In the cardboard box is another space suit, although at times it looks like an orange down-feather-filled sleeping bag (like one my parents have). I hang onto it thinking there's probably something important to do with it, and keep looking through the box. Brian's file is brought up again, and Bob tells him to go ahead and take it as if it's some big kind of deal (the paper happens to be in the bottom of the cardboard box, inside a file folder... and by this point we don't have space suits on until next mentioned). I get the paper out and hand it to him, and he holds onto it like it's the thing he'd like to die with. We all kinda figure we're probably toast out here anyways.

I find one of my (real-life current and long-time) comforters in the box, and all of a sudden I just start crying. I hug the thing, it's like it's the dearest thing to the world to me right now, and so surreal to have it out here in space with me (yay, I found my thing to die with? lol). The guys sort of pick up on the vibe, but I think all they did was try to comfort me. I'm not sure what I did with the blanket but before long it wasn't there and I'd forgotten about it.

I was talking to Brian and found a handkerchief in my pocket. It had a vintage red and white floral pattern on it. For some reason it ended up in Brian's hand (did I give it to him? sort of let it go and it floated past him? I forget). Now I had gloves that sort of matched the handkerchief, but they were on my feet, and my feet looked like hands and I could even flex the fingers properly. Then my attention was taken away from that (and as far as I can tell, the hand-feet and gloves disappeared from the dream) as Brian asked if he could keep the handkerchief. I said sure. Then I said I hoped I hadn't used it lately, and could remember the feel of it before I'd let it go, and I knew I had, so I said so. But I said he could run it through the wash next time he did clothes and it'd be fine. Then I made a joke about, "Unless you never want to wash it again!" in that sort of voice like a starstruck fan who's had a body part signed by someone famous. (Brian no longer had the file mentioned earlier.)

Well, we'd figured out that the suit we'd found in the box was special. We figured the testing people were tracking it (or monitoring us some other way), and whoever ended up wearing it would be saved, while the other two would die (there was dim hope that if we all passed the test they'd rescue us all... but at this point the plot was so twisted, we weren't honestly sure). The suit was also a higher grade suit that would hold up longer in a falling-towards-a-planet sort of situation. Of course, it still wouldn't save a person from a head-long crash into unforgiving ground, but who's counting. We knew we should probably be debating who went in the suit (if anyone, as we sorta wanted to give the testers the finger)... but we weren't really talking about it.

But then I said to Bob, utterly serious, "Well, at this point I don't think I can live without Brian, and Brian can't live without me, so we default to you." I wondered if I should have double-checked this with Brian but I had a feeling... and although he hadn't been looking at me when I said this, after a few moments our eyes met and I was right. Yay random falling in love in space within a few moments! Anyways, Bob seemed to realize this was true and agreed with the decision. I helped him get into the special suit (yes, dream logic failing, but just wait till how badly...) which at this point looked like the sleeping bag version. I helped zip it up past his head, which was just about as far as it went. And yes, it was open at the top like a sleeping bag would be, but the edges were together (not like it'd make any difference).

Now Brian and I were wearing the (real) space suits we'd started out in. Brian had moved to hold me in his arms, and I asked Bob, "Want a push?" I think we'd figured out that the testers would assume the winner of the special suit would separate from the other two. So yeah, Bob knew this was the way it had to go. I gave the special suit (which was now some weird metal casing that makes no sense at all) a nudge with my foot, and because physics demands that we also change trajectory in outer space, we started floating slowly away from Bob as well. (Whoah, dream logic didn't fail in that respect! lol)

So Brian and I are floating along in outer space, bulky-suited arms around each other, with the bubbles of our space suit helmets resting gently together...

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (down the bunny pit)
I was searching online for something, I'm not really sure what anymore except it had to do with something fantasy-related. I found a fantasy roleplay forum and started looking through it out of vague curiosity, and realized it might have died at some point and nobody had posted to it in forever. There were different sections and it seemed like the further I looked the more recent things got, to a point where people were currently using it but the roleplay had changed to something unrelated to the original forum's purpose, but still vaguely fantasy related, with more of an emphasis on some kind of very colorful, bouncy anime.

I logged into AIM for a moment. (In real life I recently installed it again after avoiding it for a while due to spyware-like qualities in the last version I tried on another PC.) Suddenly I had three chat windows of incoming messages, all usernames I was unfamiliar with. I thought for a moment it might have to do with an RP I am working on applying to (again, in real life), but no, it appears they had nothing to do with that. A vague idea was that it was somehow related to the fantasy RP/forum I'd been surfing, but no, the right-most chat window (relating to the tabs on my Windows taskbar) was a girl talking about some sort of MMORPG she was playing. All three chats seemed to relate to this, but the chick on the right was pretty much ignoring anything I said.

I was having a real hard time typing (duh, now I realize it's cuz it was a dream) but I was actually able to communicate with the people chatting with me, just seemed to have a lot of typo issues. I told at least two of them I was apparently having keyboard issues. (Also, I could read the chat text fine as well as the stuff I had been looking at on the forums. This is pretty unusual for my dream states.) The one on the far left was another girl, and the chat in the middle was some guy who didn't say much. Through talking to the girl on the left I learned that I had been mistaken for the coder of this game all three of them were playing. (It sounded like an oldschool cartoony fantasy thing, think later Kings Quest games.) Apparently I had the same screen name as this coder person (who I think was a guy, and apparently much looked up to by the game players) and he'd stopped using it probably ages ago and deleted it or whatever and I'd ended up with it by chance (I did just get a new AIM username in real life).

So I was trying to tell them all I wasn't the person they thought, really had no interest in checking out this game and honestly knew nothing about it, nor did I have any advice or useful things to say to the chick on the right who seemed to be looking for some tips in between comments like "OMG vampires have mind flay?? No way!!". Mind Flay was apparently some sort of skill or power in the game, sounded like it was monster-only (and nasty monster at that).

Then I thought I woke up from this dream, but actually just ended up in another dream (this one, friends-only).
tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
(I've forgotten a lot of this one... I should have gotten up and written it down... d'oh!)

contains spoiler(s) for the movie Deja Vu )
tirsdendreams: (leave it all behind)
I dreamed I was beside a broad, deep river. There was a road nearby and a big black expensive-looking car drove up. Three men got out of the car, a rich looking guy and two bodyguard flunkies. They took something out of the trunk and threw it in the water... it was most definitely a body bag. And the rich guy said something like, "That'll teach you to cheat on me, b*tch."

Then a police car showed up and two officers got out. They were accusing the rich guy of murdering his wife and were going to arrest him and probably search the area. I walked up and said, "Huh? I'm his wife, and I'm not dead." The cops looked at me and apparently nobody knew what this wife person looked like, so they were like, "Oh, okay, sorry to trouble you," and drove off.

The rich guy who I had by this time figured out was in the mob looked at me and said, "So, my wife eh?" Now that I'd said that in front of the police I'd have to keep playing the game indefinitely. Apparently he didn't care and needed someone to fill the wife position anyways so the whole murder thing wouldn't come back. He started asking me something... was I really up for this or something... and I was like, "Sure," because I knew he'd take care of me as long as I was a good girl and didn't go messing around like his wife apparently had.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (cray-zee)
I was a random male hero-type character in a setting similar to Pirates of the Caribbean. There was a battle against undead pirates and we won. The second time was coming up and we knew it, so I was trying to set up all the people who could help in the battle. The first battle had been at sea (which I don't remember enough of to make sense of, like any of the rest makes sense lol). For some reason we were now setting up on land inside what would have been a theater with a stage except where the stage would have been there was a thick curtain and beyond that was a narrow beach and the ocean. The curtain was open at the beginning of setup but we closed it so the enemy couldn't see us setting up. It had been daylight during the initial battle but the sun was now setting... we feared the enemy would be much stronger at night and would surely attack again soon.

There were three areas of the theater seats and they were separated by walls. I was trying to go back and forth between the areas to better organize the upcoming battle. It seemed that someone else was spreading misinformation and screwing up my plans and people weren't where they were supposed to be. Yeah, someone was definitely undermining me. There were two people in charge of two of the areas and I was in charge of the left-most section (when facing the curtain). I had a lot of trouble finding the other two people. I gave up on the other two sections because things were so bad and I knew an attack was imminent. We were on an island... it's not like the people had anywhere to run, yet they seemed vaguely disinterested in fighting, even though the pirates were interested only in killing everyone and there was no chance of them taking prisoners.

I went back to my section to find it in complete disarray. Some people were leaving and it was obvious whoever was spreading bad info had been here as well. It almost seemed like I'd have to fight most of this battle myself as everyone else looked clueless or scared enough to run for it whenever the undead pirates finally showed up. I saw a man in the crowd who looked like a cross between Will Turner and Westley from The Princess Bride. He was closer to the back of the seats and with a woman who I guessed must be his wife.

I felt bad about splitting them up, like they were there together so that they wouldn't be split up and he could protect her, but I knew this guy looked like a real fighter. He was exactly what I needed to get the edge on this battle. I told him to come with me and told his wife to stay in the back and away from the fighting. She didn't look too confident in this idea but the guy followed me and we went towards the curtain. I said to him, "Stay near me."

I hadn't planned on going past the curtain, I was going to make one last attempt to regain order among the other people but the dude with me said he had a hunch and felt it very imporant we go beyond the curtain. He took me past the curtain and there was nothing around, just moonlight water and sand. It was much calmer out here than back with all those people. It was also obvious that there weren't any bad guys around yet, but there was a dark, sinister feeling in the air and I knew whatever it was we were supposed to be discovering had better happen quickly.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (<3)
I dreamed a whole lot of stuff as if I was a new character in the NBC TV show Heroes. I was the one who was going to draw all the main characters together somehow. All the people with special powers. But I've since forgotten the rest except that I did find at least one or two of the people and at one point I saw a computer screen that had a repeating/scrolling letter and number sequence (one of the other characters was there too). It was either MM0000 or MM3333 or perhaps both. Sometimes it was black letters on white for each part of the sequence, and other times white letters on black. It was also smallish letters in a text box kinda interface, like posting a message on a message board (or creating an entry here at LiveJournal) but I hadn't typed it and it's not like you could change it. Someone else had made it. And it was very, very important for figuring out what was going on.

That's all I remember.

dream symbol analysis and thoughts )
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was the daughter of a man who flipped out and decided to bomb a city or something. The details on this dream are sketchy but I remember I didn't want to help him. There were journalists coming for an interview at the building the guy was holed up in, and for some reason he didn't want them to see me. They were coming faster than he'd anticipated so he dragged me into a room with a big window out to the hall and forced me to lie flat under the window where nobody would see me. He pushed me so hard into the floor by the wall that it was hard to breathe. Then he left to talk to the reporters.

The bomb was controlled by a calculator, and there were actually two of the calculators, one was a backup controller. Father didn't know I had the backup, and sometimes he armed the bomb for fun and I would notice on the display and disarm it. He seemed distracted enough not to try and figure out who was messing with his bomb (must have been the reporters keeping him busy at the moment). The arming and disarming code was just the sequence 1 2 3.

I looked up and saw that he'd taken them into another room across the hall. (The building was set up a bit like a school, we were on the second floor.) I looked around the room I was in and it was a little girl's room with a messy bed and a lot of clothes lying around (it *had* been empty when I was first dragged in there, stupid dream logic). I had an idea, if I could change my clothes my father might not recognize me and I might be able to escape. I took my shirt off and tried to put one of the little girl shirts on but it had very weird seems inside of it, with very strong thread. I couldn't put my hand through the sleeve. I tried another shirt, and managed to break some of the weird seems that were also in that shirt, and got the thing on me. I hoped nobody would notice the shirt being a bit too small on me. I changed my pants too and took my hair out of the ponytail it had been in. I was thinking I should put it in pigtails but I was afraid I would run out of time. I also dropped my flashlight I'd had in my pocket; the batteries fell out. I thought if it was dark outside I might need it, so I spent even more precious seconds trying to get the stupid flashlight working again. (Apparently I'd been stuck in this building so long I didn't even know what time it was.)

Once that was done I walked quickly out of the room as if I had every right to be doing whatever it was I was doing. I walked to the end of the hall without incident and ran out the door. Outside the door were two FBI agents with their guns pointed at the door. I fell to the floor as the door closed behind me and told them not to shoot and that I was unarmed. They looked at me like "Okay whatever, what do you want?" and I said something like "I request to be put under federal witness protection."

They asked who I was and I suddenly realized that they didn't know who I was, or that I was supposedly important enough to be kept hidden away from reporters. I told them I was the mad bomber's daughter (in the dream I gave both full names but I don't remember them now). I gave them the calculator and told them vaguely how it worked.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
This dream was from two nights ago. I was Vin Diesel as Xander Cage in XXX. I was airlifted via silent helicopter into a complex bordered by trees. It was daytime and snow covered the ground. I was there for some sort of recon/stealth mission. But the first guard outside the building spotted me, and I had to run. As long as I could find a place to hide and try again, my mission wouldn't be a total bust.

I started sliding downhill on my boots and thinking that this would be a lot easier with a snowboard. Then I just decided that I had one, and I did. (I'm getting better at controlling my dreams even if I don't realize that's what I'm doing at the time.) I made it to the bottom of the hill and there was a parking lot and a snowed-over nature park further on. I'd lost the guard but he'd managed to get two bad guys on my tail (the two Russian guys who hang out with the main bad guy in XXX and the guy who smokes). They pulled into the parking lot as I ran by their pickup truck. They chased me into the park and I was thinking that I my odds were getting worse because I was getting tired, I hadn't expected the chase to last this long.

Then I realized they had guns. A moment later they shot me and I fell to the ground. I laid there and didn't move or say anything. The guys, unable to make me talk for the moment, ripped three patches off my jacket. The first one... I forget what it was. The second one said I'd seen six years in Iraq. The third one said I was a Navy SEAL. It vaguely occurred to me that maybe it wasn't the smartest thing in the world to be wearing those patches at that moment (although the guys seemed slightly impressed at my war duty).

Then I woke up.


Jul. 10th, 2005 12:05 pm
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
It was a pirate ship full of evildoers and undead. My companions and I fought bravely (we were the "good pirates" as opposed to the evil ones) but in the end we were captured. Our leader was tied at the wrists with a long rope and hoisted high into the rigging as punishment. He caught a beam high up the main mast and suddenly I was him. The bad guys had left me a simple knife for some reason, or maybe they hadn't searched me well enough, and I held the blade in my teeth for a moment as I maneuvered myself onto the beam better. My friends were now up on the mast with me. I cut myself loose and we went back down the mast, leaping the last several feet to the deck and catching the others by surprise. A bunch of the evil pirates were now undead (must be thanks to the movie Pirates of the Caribbean). I was able to kick or punch some of the undead into smaller pieces and then throw them overboard into the water which was rushing by at incredible speed.

Then I realized that all this was make believe (even though we could see everything as if it was real). I was the father of one or more of the children who were making up this grand adventure, while the evil leader of the bad pirates was the father of another boy who was supposed to be in charge of our capture, and possibly the ship in general.

We were winning the day, and the ship. I found the aft deck, which was a good ten or fifteen feet below where I stood. I saw the "evil" boy down there being chastized by his father for letting things go to heck. The boy who was in trouble was sort of pudgy, and he was being disbanded from the pirates for his failure. I lept towards the deck below...

And turned into a woman in a white victorian dress, floating gently down to land softly on my feet. I seemed to inspire awe and reverence in all the children (the evil father figure had left) and I felt an incredible loving, glowing warmth inside me, like I was the deified concept of "the mother" from Peter Pan come to life. The pudgy boy looked like he was going to cry. I asked him what was wrong, and he said nobody wanted to play with him anymore, that nobody liked him.

I felt so sorry for the little boy (who might have been my son, it was hard to tell in the dream because the players seemed so oddly general), and I pulled him close and comforted him. I said, "Mommy loves you... and Daddy loves you too, when he isn't being grumpy." This seemed to make the boy feel better, and he left, probably going back to playing with the other children. (I'm not sure if the evil father was supposed to be my husband or what... it's almost like this story was seen from the naive point of view of a child.)

There was another younger boy who didn't leave with the others. He was maybe five years old, dressed in a sort of Buddhist monk outfit, probably something he picked out of dress-up clothes. He even had a bald head, and his eyes were sparkling pools of wonder that made him look like the most sweet, innocent thing. He was enthralled with me, and also a thin gold necklace I was wearing. I said something to him, something like, "Do you like it?" and I tried to put it on him, but it snagged and I couldn't get it on him. So I put it back on me and asked him if he thought it made me look pretty. He didn't say anything but I could tell that he thought I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Then I realized that he only seemed to be feeling the necklace, and not looking at it directly. I wondered if the poor child was blind, or partly blind, and nobody had figured it out yet (he wasn't my child, but I may have known his parents). My fear was that he was entirely blind (how nobody would notice that doesn't make sense beyond the dream) but then he focused on the necklace and might have said something and I was content that he could at least see, even if I didn't know how well. Then there was some nonsense about unrolling a scarf from around a paper roll, and the end of it was attached to the roll with three pieces of duct tape.

Then I woke up.

dream symbol analysis and thoughts )


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

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

Nightmares and episodes of wakefulness.

Special Skills:
Flying, gender switching, lucidity.

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!