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: (leave it all behind)
There was a family with a mother and two kids, one being a teenage boy and the other a preteen girl. They were on vacation from up north and arriving at a desert hotel in Texas; the place was set up like a bunch of disconnected buildings over a wide area. It was still afternoon, very hot and sunny.

The hotel office was the first building as the mother pulled the car past it, but there was no obvious parking lot right there. She said she'd find it and went to the left along the road, there were more buildings and stuff to the right. They passed a pool, and the son mentioned it though he also said perhaps the water wasn't so promising after all, as from the angle he was looking at it, it looked like it might have been a murky green. It was hard to tell, though, and there was another bigger pool after that with even less-promising water.

The further they went, the more obvious it was they were getting too far away, and the son mentioned this but the mother refused to go back, still convinced the parking lot was out here somewhere. He said it was too far to walk back, and then as they seemed to leave the complex entirely and approach a large warehouse and other buildings, he said, "Look, we're in a whole other township now!"

The mother pulled over and the son got out, tired of dealing with the stupidity. He knew where the hotel office was, even if it was quite a walk back. There was a place to get drinks and he went inside, asking the guy behind the counter how much a Cherry Coke was. On the answer, the teenager put a coin on the counter and said, "I'll take 20, then."

The coin had the denomination "10000" on one side, along with the word "Canada", and on the other side it had the word "GOLD". The guy behind the bar stayed where he was, leaning up against another counter along the back wall; he could see the coin from there.

Some older guy chuckled at the kid and said, "That's worth about two bucks, son."

It still wasn't gonna fly even for a soda, so the kid finally dug a quarter out of his pocket, which was apparently the price of the drink. Still the guy behind the bar didn't move, and the teen asked why that wasn't enough.

"Sales tax."

"Geez, you guys charge sales tax on food here?" Digging around in his pocket again, he pulled out a penny and added it, and he really didn't have any more so he was about to ask how much sales tax could possibly be on a quarter.

A woman came up, she was probably late 20's at least and pretty, with short blonde hair and wearing jeans and a denim leather jacket over a t-shirt of some sort. She added random coins to the little pile and told the guy behind the counter to keep the change. The kid couldn't believe someone so pretty was helping him out, and then it seemed she wanted to actually sit by him at the counter and talk to him.

Now there seemed to be some kind of plot developing, to do with the woman needing to get some information out of the kid. Meanwhile about all he was thinking was that if this kept up and she stuck around even when he would have to walk back to the hotel eventually, he was suddenly glad it was a very long walk back. In the meantime, the soda came in bottles as she had also ordered a regular Coke for herself, and it seemed to keep nicely cold even when they refilled the glasses later.

I had the visuals of the glasses being refilled, but made a comment to someone nearby as if I were watching a movie. I said I could really go for a rootbeer float, regular flavor (the concept of Cherry Coke versus regular Coke was confusing things). I don't know who it was I was talking to, I was still paying attention to the... movie?

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (Default)
I'm not sure how this dream started, but I know at some point the Star Trek episodes I'd been watching before sleeping inspired a rocket launch that contained a nuclear warhead. The dream-plot idea was that it had to explode in the atmosphere way before it hit its actual target, and I knew that whoever had sabotaged the rocket had succeeded. This seemed to be fairly modern-day, except for the 60's style rocket.

The launch point was on the far side of a large city; I was currently in the outskirts. I was running towards a waterfront area as the rocket launched, and I kept looking back to see it get higher and higher. I knew I could only run so fast, and that if I was still in danger I was toast anyways, but I was still trying to get some more distance and possibly find better cover. I also didn't want to miss the explosion... you only see that once in a lifetime.

I was still in a fairly large parking lot when the rocket exploded into a huge fireball that glowed brighter than the sun. There were bits coming off it, huge flaming trails of fiery death-stuff, and those things were making it further than the main explosion, which was now a problem as they could possibly reach as far as me.

One did, and sent a semi truck blasting into the air sideways towards me. It was rolling as I ducked to the ground, and for a moment I think I half-realized I was dreaming. I forgot again a moment later, but in the meantime convinced my subconscious mind that the truck managed to hit other stuff or roll just right to merely halt above me instead of squishing me.

Now I had some cover, and after a moment of "gee I almost just died" I crawled out from under it and looked around. The explosion in the sky was dissipating but I knew I still needed to keep moving. I continued my run towards the waterfront and down a boardwalk that led past some one-story hotel rooms. I went into one, and found two girls sitting at a table.

The three of us girls started making a plan for... something... it seems like it was more than just getting out of the city... possibly something more to do with the rocket conspiracy. I can't remember as the details get fuzzy there, I just remember us standing around a small, white, round table talking about things. I also remember there were little black round things that the two girls kept playing with, almost like clumps of play-dough.

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)
There was more to this, but the relevent part started with me as the little girl in Aliens, and Ripley and I were headed to an elevator on a high floor of a tall building. We knew we needed to get out. (I think this was supposed to be after that movie's timeline at some later point.)

Then I changed perspectives to either myself or another female character who was with the two already there. I had the only flashlight, and although I don't remember lighting issues on the floor we were on, when the elevator arrived it was dark in there. I threw the flashlight in there on the floor, as if it was important I do so (and I think dream logic had intended it to be, then went "wtf?"). So, suddenly I'm realizing that wasn't the smartest idea as the flashlight fell apart and I knew it was broken. For some reason it had 4 batteries in it when it was fallen apart, though I knew it'd only take two (they were C or D cells, and the flashlight was black and kinda heavy-duty).

So anyways we got on the elevator and apparently there were blue glow sticks on the floor as well, so at least there was a little bit of light. It seemed like that was important for more reasons than just being able to see. Some freakish unknown thing creeping around killing people? Possibly. The elevator itself was partly messed up, missing one door, and as it started going down floors we tried to put the half of the door in the center so it blocked off as much as possible. (It was moveable like a sliding closet door since it was broken. Like that makes any sense.)

Some of the floors we passed had an odd, dim blue light. Ripley and the girl were crouched down against the door with their backs to it, and I was on the far side watching the floors go by. Suddenly I saw a small version of one of the face-hugger aliens creep around the top edge of the door. There were more on the floors we were going by as well, but so far only this one had caught the elevator. Ripley was trying to stay still and keep the girl still, covering the little one's mouth so she wouldn't make noise. They were both very scared, and I think we knew that these things shouldn't be there and not only was it a bad sign that they were, but it was entirely possible we might not live through this.

I started slowly putting the flash light back together, adding in the batteries for weight. Then I stood up and mashed the top of it onto the alien as hard as I could. This apparently killed it... and it stuck to the door in all its goey deathness. Ripley pulled part of it off and chucked it into one of the floors we were passing (reeeally fucking tall building I guess), and apparently after the thing was dead or because it was so young/small, the acid didn't bother her (or dream logic sorta went "meh, don't care"). She pulled the other part off and threw that out too.

Now two more were crawling around about the same area, and I smooshed those as well. I think Ripley also threw those out... and then we got to the bottom floor and it was really well-lit, reminded me of an airport terminal. Nobody seemed to know anything was wrong. A security guard in a white uniform showed up to like... tell us we didn't have authorization to be where we were... and it gets fuzzy around here, but I think we were supposed to get taken to see the big boss guy of the building.

Then it got utterly psychotic. The three of us were made to get on this almost Disney Land kinda ride, a hanging moving thing that we could sit in with seats on both side of a small enclosed space with an open top. It was taking us through some kind of displays, like a weird mixture of the company's history and a collection of total "wtf" items. And then we passed this odd fan that was blowing really hard and realized it was blowing bits of broken glass with the air. We tried ducking to get away but it still hit us and it hurt. I had a wide collar on my coat apparently, and I was able to pull it up high enough to at least avoid some of that.

Now I knew for sure we were still in obvious danger, and being as I wasn't sure what would be at the end of the ride, I reached out to grab various things that might be handy from the displays (some of it was close enough to touch). I broke a possibly-fiberglass oversized pencil off a statue and stuck it into my right pocket near my knee on black cargo pants I apparently was wearing. It wasn't the best weapon but it'd be better than nothing (I guess). I also managed to snag a large paperclip (the big odd-shaped X-square kind you can use to hold lots of paper) and stuck it in the left knee pocket. If they didn't search us and locked us up or something, I might be able to pick a lock with it.

We passed at least two more of the glass-blowing fan things of doom, and eventually the ride ended. We got off it in this big, posh office, with large floor-length windows to the left, an expensive table ahead of us, and lots of spendy furnishings elsewhere. There was a man to the right, well-dressed in I think a maroon suit, and we knew he was the boss. He was acting like this was just some cordial visit or something, and didn't seem antagonistic or worried about what we might think of being put through the amusement park ride from hell.

Ripley seemed a little out of it. On the table were pictures of her new line of jewelry she was apparently trying to get into as her new career. This seemed kinda stalkerish to me. There were other pictures too, of her jewelry but more of it on massive displays that looked way more fancy than where they were currently being sold. The boss guy said that this was what he wanted to offer Ripley, a bigger and much better venue with his company where she could be rich and famous and make a ton of dough.

Not only did that sound weird after all we'd been through, but then he mentioned a new kind of drug his company was producing, and said it would help her feel all better. Apparently she was already on something for post-alien-trauma-stress-stuffs. It seemed like she was kinda buying the guy's salespitch. I switched perspectives to the little girl for a moment and told her that she was fine the way she was, and that the drug was a bad idea and I didn't trust this guy. I switched back to myself, and said something like, "He's probably going to say you need just one to make it all better... and then another tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, because you'll never be able to get off it."

Ripley seemed to be getting the picture, and I moved to stand by the windows. There was a guy next to me dressed in sorta black-ops gear, and the dream just sorta decided he'd been with us the whole time, was part of our team. He looked and acted a bit like FBI Agent Charlie Francis from Fringe. Both of us were looking outside, and really close by was the waterline of a lake or very large, calm river. There was a lot of very colorful pollution in the water, and it had formed into very recognizable and artistic images along the water's edge. There were cartoon characters and other things, stuff that seemed familiar in the dream but I can't really remember what now. The pictures rippled somewhat from distortion in the water.

I wondered out loud, "I wonder if there's something sentient in there. Something creative. Possibly on the drug." The drug the guy had just mentioned... something that'd keep whatever it was trapped under the water. I don't know if anyone took me seriously or wanted to do anything about it, as the dream shifted to something elsewhere with other people and mostly unrelated.

Eventually I woke up.
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: (nightmaire)
(Definitely inspired by reading The Exorcist cover-to-cover yesterday.)

I know there was more to this dream, but I remember looking up the stairs (at what I imagined the house in The Exorcist book looked like) and saw twin girls who I knew were demon possessed. I remember being afraid because they were loose, not trapped in their room. They both looked like Alessa from Silent Hill, and they talked and moved in unison. I ran out the front door and so did two other people, a couple who I think might have been the parents of the girls, or housekeepers. We all got in the car and drove off, and I remember feeling so glad we had escaped. As we left the area we felt better and better, as if the evil was centered in the house and we'd thoroughly escaped it.

We came back some time later, I'm not really sure how long it had been (not all that long but probably more than a day or two). The house had burned to the ground and it seemed like the evil had been destroyed. There was a deep pit where the house had been, apparently there had been a major basement area when the house was still standing. There were some bits of wall left and a couple of stone chimney remains that went all the way down to the basement floor which was now dirt.

I was thinking everything else had been destroyed, then I saw people down by the chimneys. I thought at first they were looking for evidence or something, then I realized there were tall bookshelves down there that looked undamaged, and books in the shelves. Big tomes, philosophy or encyclopedia type hardbacks. I realized someone was selling them in an impromptu yard sale... and I think I went down there and looked at one of the books...

I don't remember the rest.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
I was Commander Riker of Star Trek: The Next Generation and I was with Wesley Crusher on a mission to get something from a space station. There was a battle going on in space nearby involving the Enterprise. (I saw the ship more than once, and every time it was lit up as if by disco lights and the surface was very shiny. The whole dream was fairly trippy like that. Lots of bright colors and stuff.) Whatever we were looking for had been stolen from the station (it was empty, there was nobody around and we knew the station would be destroyed shortly). I realized there was no way off the station but Wesley openned a small clear door on the wall and behind it were two tubes of what looked like green Kool-Ade. He gave me one and said, "Drink up, it'll warp us back to the ship." He drank his right up and disappeared. I'd never heard of anything like this but obviously it worked, so I started drinking.

The flavor was very strong and somewhat overpowering, I only made it half way through before I had to take a breath. Time and space started to blend around me and there were lots of double images. I could see the bridge of the Enterprise where the drink was trying to take me, but I hadn't finished it. I drank the rest as fast as I could but it was hard considering the warp effect and the nausea from disorientation and the not-so-great drink taste. I finished it and appeared fully on the Enterprise bridge.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
It started as some sort of Star Wars video game I was playing with friends. I remember having to run away from stormtroopers and gaining access to the Millenium Falcon. Then it became real, I was actually Han Solo on the Falcon. There were bad guys on the ship and while I tried to take one out he shot me twice, once in the front of the right shoulder and once between my shoulder and my neck. For some reason the guns we were using shot real bullets, and I remember being concerned about the damage I'd taken. I managed to take him out before going unconscious.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(This entire dream was animated as if it were Japanese anime... and happened around 6am on January 6th, 2007. Warning: the following text contains graphic violence.)

It was a futuristic world, and through the bustle of it all poured a soft, female voice, bringing words of peace, obedience, control. Martain had more important things on his mind, he was a freedom fighter and knew that under the surface of this glossy world, corruption and evil dominated. He was going to break into the main base of the War Force and do as much damage as he could, unlock their secrets for the world to see.

He went in disguise, right up to the main gates, attempting to join one of the public relations tours about to begin. But the guards threw him out, thinking him a cloaked homeless beggar, nothing more than street trash. At least they hadn't realized who he truly was; he probably only had one more shot at this, they'd get suspicious next time. The rest of Martain's allies were dead or missing, and the authorities were looking for him. He had to make this one count.

When he returned to the outer perimeter this time, his hair was long, golden, and wavy. His body-tight suit showed off his trim figure, with a hot little miniskirt hiding what he wasn't willing to give up. Pert breasts that didn't exist were accentuated by the round green cups built into the suit, and the whole outfit of pastel green and white seemed to gleam like the rest of him. But he looked female now, and it was time to act female. Martain no longer existed, only this new self had a chance to succeed at the self-imposed mission. And her name was Faliah.

Faliah virtually sparkled as she walked up to the gate. The guards immediately invited her on the next tour, which was starting momentarily. They looked sorry they had to remain at their post as she disappeared with some other upper class citizens into the complex.

The first part of the tour was a command room where two senior officers greeted the group. Both men were extremely taken with Faliah but one outranked the other, and the lesser-ranked man was obviously jealous as his superior chatted with the charming young lady. The chatting quickly became overt flirting and the higher-ranking officer said to Faliah, "I'm not actually looking for a woman right now, but I can assure you I have two right hands." (LOL... yeeeah... I think this was supposed to mean that he didn't have "two left feet.")

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the base, a very big ugly part-human mostly-alien guy lost his temper with some officials and went berserk. His large bulbous body, built-in weapons, and freaky biotechnology-covered spiderish legs wreaked havoc, and he stormed into the hallways killing everyone in sight. One of the hallways he found himself in also happened to contain the tour Faliah was part of. The group fled, diving through a security door just as it closed, the monster behind them firing wildly. Nobody noticed that Faliah, the last one through the door, was actually hit in the leg by one of the bullets but it glanced off without even a scratch.

Enraged, the bad guy threw all the firepower he could muster at the door, rockets and bullets eating into the heavy steel and sending chunks of metal flying. The door wouldn't hold much longer... then it opened and Faliah stepped through. Before her ugly assailant knew what was going on, all the shrapnel and bullets lying around came flying at him. He was stunned, dying, but Faliah took no chances and approached the monster, prying open his armored helmet to expose his oddly-shaped brain mass. She pulled it out and ripped it in half, flinging the pieces away.

* * *

It was bright, sunny, cheery, the upper class of the city dining comfortably in the wide open space of an exclusive open-air restaurant. The high commander beemed with pride as he toasted the young couple on the landing below him, officially announcing his son's engagement to one of the fleet's fastest rising and most highly decorated officers. The son was none other than the officer Faliah had flirted with on that fateful tour so long ago, and of course she was the one to be marrying him. Naturally, unknown to anyone, Faliah had no intention of marrying the man who was now a captain, because Faliah was really Martain, and his plans to subvert the entire organization were coming to fruition nicely.

Then I woke up.
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: (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: (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: (misundaztood)
I had been dreaming of other things, but then it was like I woke up as a new character in a new setting. I was the teenage daughter of a witch and warlock who also had a mean, bratty, spoiled son younger than me. They treated me badly. But they were all asleep at the moment, it seems like it was night time at this point but since the world was so many shades of grey, it was hard to tell. It was evening, at any rate. I was supposed to be in bed.

But what mezmerized me for a few moments was that the world was black and white. I knew then that I'd probably never dreamed like this before, that I must therefore always have dreamed in color. And I was so scared I had lost that ability entirely. But at the same time it was surreal, like being in a black and white movie, but this was real. I looked at my hand and my arm, and was amazed to see my grey skin color in this black and white world.

Then my subconscious filled in some dream plot: I knew no better, this was my world, and it had always been black and white. As I wandered towards the front door I realized I had to get out of here, that I'd had enough of my parents' opression and I was going to run away from it all forever. I ran outside and down the street, and I was wearing a flowy white nightgown. As I left the boundaries of my parent's property I must have also left the sphere of their magical influence, because the evening world was suddenly alive with color. I am not sure I have ever seen anything so brilliant, especially with the background of the dream that I'd never seen color before. The sunset above the houses to my right was a dazzling orange with a touch of incredible pink. It was a very Dorothy-waking-up-in-Oz moment.

I fell backwards, lying in the street staring up at the sky, blown away. I knew vaguely that lying in the road wasn't the safest or cleanliest idea, but I really didn't care, I was so enthralled. But then I heard the sounds of a car in the distance and got up. I ran up the incline in the yard ahead of me (beneath the sunset) and fell to the grass just in time, the car going by me didn't see me. I wasn't sure about this new world, and wasn't sure what people would think of me running around in my PJs. Then I realized it was my parents' car, with them in it (and my awful brother), and they were calling out my name and saying I needed to come back home, that it wasn't safe here, stuff like that.

I kept still until they were gone and then ran across a couple more yards, a street, and up into the next yard. All the yards seemed to have this little hill up into a more average yard area. I was part-way up the hill when I heard the car again, and fell flat on the grass again. I could see a married couple coming out of this house, just to enjoy the evening or something. I thought very hard, trying to create a spell to turn myself into a cat, and it worked, plus I created another cat as well, a real one, so I could copy its mannerisms. Plus my parents might be suspicious of one stray cat (as they were missing one stray daughter) as opposed to two. And both cats looked the same, orange and yellow striped short-haired tabbies. I don't think I was supposed to know how to use magic, that they'd forbidden it to me, but it was in my blood. Thinking about it now, I probably had massive untapped power I knew little about.

There was a tree in the yard and the couple was standing by it now. I went straight up to them and acted very friendly and meowed, looking for sympathy. We're just a couple of stray cat's looking for love. *meow* Adopt us!<3 My parents pulled up in the car and asked these people if they'd seen a girl wandering around lost. They also expressed suspicion about the cats, asking where they'd come from because they did look like newly arrived strays. Meanwhile I did kitty things like lick my paw and rub up against the tree. The couple said they knew nothing and the cats were just cats (possibly even claimed them as their own, because I got the impression the couple thought my parents a bit rude) and my parents left.

I turned back into a human and told them who I was and that I needed their help. (I think the other cat was unsummoned as well.) They led me inside the house to their living room and sat me down on the couch, sitting on either side of me, the man was on the right. I told them I was opressed and mistreated at home and the lady said something like, "Oh, I'm sure your parents are just trying to do what's best for you and they're worried sick about you, we should make sure you get back to them as soon as possible." She was rising as if to go call them but the husband said, "Now wait a minute, maybe the girl is right, we should let her speak." It was like the woman had a general faith in humanity being good, and the guy was more of a skeptic.

I knew then the easiest way to prove my plight (right then, like I'd forgotten it or it was so commonplace for me). I told them to look at my back, and it's like the bodice of my nightgown was fitted and had a zipper running down the back of it. The lady pulled the zipper down and they saw that my back had cuts in it, some long and some short. Some of the cuts looked very fresh (but clean, not bloody) and there was evidence of scars from many wounds past. Now both people were horrified at my treatment, and I knew I was safe with them and they would help me leave my old life behind.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (<3)
I was Frodo trying to steal the ring from Gollum (yeah I know Bilbo stole the ring but that seemed unimportant in the dream). It felt like being in a video game, like I knew what I needed to do ahead of time, maybe I'd played this bit before. So anyways I'm deep underground in a tunnel system with various rooms branching off here and there, all quite dark and made of dirt. I had the Light of Galadriel but it didn't work very well. I found the room with the ring (apparently he kept it in a room) but there wasn't just one ring, there were two. Which one was the right one?

The other thing was these rings were not gold, they were very thin silver, kinda like cheap 25 cent machine rings. They were even cut on one side to be adjustable for any finger. Yeah I know, crappy magic rings eh? I put one on, trying to see if I turned invisible. It didn't work. I put the other one on, and got about the same effect. So I put both on and I felt like they might work if they were on together. Gollum showed up right then and apparently he couldn't see me. He started throwing a fit because the rings were missing and I took off down the nearest tunnel.

I found a wooden bucket suspended by rope over a deep pit. The rope was looped over something in the darkness above and tied back down near the bucket's handle. I untied it and put my feet in the bucket, and the rope was so long I was able to lower myself all the way to the bottom. I knew Gollum would find the bucket missing and see that it had been used, but now I had worse problems to deal with. In the huge cavern I'd arrived in there was a giant praying mantis bug thing (kinda like the bug in the arena in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones). The side of the cavern I was on had a smooth surface, so I ran to the other side which was all convoluted weathered stone. Unfortunately the critter spotted me, but its eyesight was so bad that it lost me as soon as I stopped moving. It was sniffing around though, trying to find me... and coming closer.

At this point I changed into my real life self (more or less) and the giant bug morphed into a camel. I realized that I would get through this okay, that I knew what to do to make the camel like me. It was very close now and I reached out and petted it while talking to it. It worked, I didn't get eaten or camel-mauled. (Hehee...)

I think I woke up at this point, but fell back to sleep. I think I was going to redo this whole part of the "game" but again it was like it was all around me, like it was real life but not. I was stocking up on weapons, figuring if I could actually kill Gollum it'd make things a lot easier. I kept wondering if the game plot would let me do that... considering it'd destroy most of the plot of The Lord of the Rings (like it wasn't already screwed in the dream). But I wasn't stockpiling fantasy/medieval weapons. I was stockpiling things like battery powered flashlights and pens that could shoot bullets.

The dream shifted to become some sort of Splinter Cell-feeling mission. Except I think I was an officer in the NAVY or some weird thing, and I was a guy again. I was now in a white room near the window on the opposite side of the one door into the room. A uniformed guard came in the door and I shot him. And then somehow tore a hole in the ceiling above me and climbed into the room above me. Here I found another guard, but someone else had already shot him. I was worried about rescuing a friend who I knew had been captured by whoever was running this place. Now it seemed like more than one group was infiltrating the complex, and I had a bad feeling that this rival group wasn't there to be helpful, but might actually want to see my friend dead.

I questioned the guard, asking who'd shot him. I don't really remember much of this other than his blood looked like jelly donut filling. The slightly pinkish purple kind. He was dressed like a cop... so... well who knows. Anyways I left the room because I knew I didn't have much time (and I don't think I got much useful information out of the cop). I found myself in a hallway, and the room next to the one I'd left had my friend in it, as well as at least two bad guys. I think there was a girl too. Everybody was wearing dark uniforms. I grabbed one guard/bad guy from behind and pointed a pen at his head. The bad guys knew that I had a pen that shot bullets, but what they didn't realize was I'd lost it. What I was pointing at my hostage's head was a regular ball-point pen!

Anyways I demanded the release of my friend and myself and they let my buddy go. I shoved the guy I was holding away and ran after my friend. We went down the hall and out the front door (the irony is this floor was laid out like the main floor in a house I used to live in over in Oregon before going to college). But the last thing I saw leaving the place was a very high-ranking official in one of the armed forces (Military, parhaps?) and he yelled after me something about how this was futile and this went much higher than I could possibly do anything about.

Now I was hurt for some reason, like escaping from the place had taken much more than I thought it had (reality shift alert!). Someone was helping me walk along the sidewalk to get to the driveway/road that ran past the place. I knew that we were okay, we'd made it out, but I think my buddy had been recaptured or I had failed to rescue him (the details here are very fuzzy). I was wearing a white full-dress uniform and I know I looked a little bit like the main character in Quantum Leap. The person helping me along was a lady and I think she was also in white full-dress uniform. I think I was a NAVY captain. And I remember it being sunny with blue sky overhead.

As we made it to the street, a black guy who apparently had been with me inside the buildling said he was going back in for the guy we couldn't rescue. He vanished off into some brush and I knew there was a hatch or sewer opening over there that he'd use to try and go back. I knew that anyone who tried to go back in there would be killed if they were caught, no second chances this time. I was too hurt to continue though, so I stayed with the lady.

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.
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
Or something. Anyways, I don't remember how this dream started except it felt like another family road trip. The part I do remember clearly was at night, at someone's house we were staying at. I was in whatever room I'd be assigned to and was looking at some playing cards me and my siblings had made to play with. I think my brother Jamie was in the dream, not just my kid siblings, I remember thinking of him in relation to making/playing with the cards... he might even have been sleeping in the same room. I think we were also children in the dream.

I remember there wasn't much written on the cards, the one I was looking at was a "2" card. In fact, where I thought the number was written, all I remember now is a very small scribble or lettering or something, written in pencil on the upper right side, but not in the corner like you'd expect for a playing card. The cards were all made of a very thin paper. I assume we'd made a whole, standard deck, but I don't know. I don't even remember the card I was looking at having a suit designated (ie: spades). Just a little bit of small writing along the bottom area of the card (also in pencil), which I don't think I could comprehend reading in the dream.

Anyways, I had to go to the bathroom. So I went out of the room and down the hall, the bathroom was on the right. I think the floors and walls were made of wood panels, but it was dark so I'm not sure. There was a night light in the bathroom. I went in and the counter was on the left with one sink and a mirror above it (big square thing, over the whole side of that wall), and the toilet was in front of me, and the bathtub was on the right. It was a really small bathroom. I turned around and started closing the door...

...and then something stopped it from closing all the way. There was maybe a few inches of empty, open, very dark space. I said, "Who's there?" as I was trying to force the door closed (I was sitting on the bathroom counter by now, maybe to help keep my balance). I already felt strangely scared, like I knew it was something evil out there, and the fact that nothing answered my question didn't help at all. I got the door closed and was trying to lock it (with an oldstyle turn lock above the round doorknob) but whoever or whatever it was on the other side opened the door again, but I managed to keep the gap about the same size as before. Still absolutely no sound from the other side, just that total pitch blackness. I got the door shut again and this time succeeded in locking it. But I didn't really trust the lock, and I was starting to realize this was a dream. I held the door shut with my left hand and banged my right hand into the counter, screaming "MOMMMMM!!!!" over and over. I could feel myself waking up in real life, but I don't think I actually said anything.

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!