tirsdendreams: (leave it all behind)
I was outside somewhere near my randomly dream-created house, with my randomly dream-created parents. They were apparently Russian, while I was born in the US and had grown up here. Also, my husband was a modern-day version of Indiana Jones, at about age 40-45. He was back at the house as this started.

My parents were saying goodbye to me, as they were about to go out of the country for a while on vacation. My mother said something very strange, about the weather here and how it was too bad she would miss seeing me when it would be "17C" as in seventeen degrees Celsius. (In reality after waking up, I figured out via conversion website that this is just over 60 degrees Fahrenheit but that was way beyond the ability for dream logic to figure out.) I realized that she was talking about a very low temperature that matched exactly with nuclear winter. They were leaving by then, I don't remember how (car? charter plane? was there a dream-logic construed airport there for a few minutes? I seriously don't remember, but it seemed like once they were gone they were gone) so I just sort of pretended to say goodbye and right around then Indy showed up.

I suddenly proposed that we go on vacation, and I remember having a map out and wondering what the blast radius was for a nuclear bomb if it was aimed at our general location. I think we were kind of near a big city, I was trying to mentally juggle whether or not my parents were literally finding some way to nuke me specifically, and whatever else died by collateral damage... or if this was a threat to something major near us that they knew about and was just... convenient to their own desires. Why they wanted to kill me was anybody's guess.

I wanted to go north, and I remember thinking that we didn't really have to take anything with us as the whole point was to get the hell out as fast as we could. I can't remember if I told him why we had to get out of there... being worried that we might not have enough time to tell anyone else or we'd die too... I think I did tell him, but everything was getting really muddled up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (Default)
(Stefan Richter, the roleplay version, actually belongs to Stefan. The early-1800's version is a very much alternate-universed character, the original being Lord Recluse from the MMORPG City of Villains.)


First off I was myself at a play, watching in the audience. It was a sort of high-school production it seemed, and the play was set in a very upperclass London home or palace around the late 1700's (think big wigs, tons of lace, and foppish guys). Then towards what seemed like the end of the play, I was lounging around near the stage, and the spotlight turned to me. I was now one of the actors in the play, and fully dressed up as an older woman, the matriarch of the play's family.

I got up and made my way to the head of the dinner table, since it was mealtime in the story. I was playing this very overdone and overbearing character, and I remember two of the other characters messing up their lines a bit. We went with it though, and the audience really seemed to be getting into things.

Then it wasn't a play any longer (nor was it dinner time but definitely evening), and I was actually this matriarch character in an upscale London home. I was greeting guests at the door, highbrow women and at least one of them had the hopes of marrying my son, Stefan (more on that in a minute). I remember either calling for him or sending a servant to fetch him, and he arrived just as my point of view changed to one of the hopeful-ladies who was actually pretty damn ugly but haughty in all her finery.

So now I'm ugly-chick being led upstairs into a better sitting room for this occasion... and then it seems like I wandered off a bit. The character was changing again, looks and attitude becoming more like someone I'd rather be if I was a girl stuck in this sort of situation (a bit more like my character Shane who in the roleplay universe for this version of Stefan, schemed up a way to get back at both their socialite parents by basically marrying under false pretenses... as both had no true interest in marriage and have very devout relationships with their own lovers).

I found a room where it seemed like Stefan must have been before he was summoned. There was a cheery fire going in a white marble fireplace and a small writing surface on the floor with a letter or document being written and a book open beside it. I think at this point Stefan showed up, having escaped the more social engagement, but I don't remember what he said. He didn't seem to mind that I was there.

Then I became him, and I was alone in the room, glad to have gotten away from the stupidity in the sitting room.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
I was a preteen-ish girl in a generic family at first (nobody I know in real life). A mother, father, me, an older brother maybe, an older sister or two; all of us were wearing bathing suits and it was night time. We were walking home from the beach, along a wooden pathway running between some wooden beach buildings into a more forested area. As we got to an intersection of these walkways, it was suddenly very dark on the part where I and my mother and one sister were. It was almost like literally inky black, while the rest of the area was more well-lit.

We had been discussing self defense and the concept of bad guys assaulting people. Suddenly I started screaming like I knew there were bad guys in the darkness trying to get us. Dream logic was failing (worse) at this point, as it was almost like I was trying to make there be bad guys there, and then they were there trying to drag us off the walkways into a bit of swampy stuff below. We couldn't see who the attackers were, it was too dark. I also remember being scared once the enemies were actually real. They were trying to kidnap us! We were the president's family, the dream suddenly decided, and somebody was trying to take us away!

Then my father, yes, now President Obama, came to help us out of the dark stuff, as if he could pull us up out of it... which... worked. The bad guys no longer existed, and it was as if I'd done something goofy and just freaked everybody out in the process. (Technically, that's exactly what happened, but wtf dream logic faaail!) We were safe and everything was fine, yet I remember wondering where the Secret Service was, because they weren't around us or anywhere in sight. My father was leading the lot of us and a little ways ahead.

There was now another man walking along with us, and a boy with him that the man said he knew. I didn't know either of them. I had a branch of holly in my hand (and I have no idea where it came from now) and decided to go up to talk to my father. I was carrying on like a brat, whining about the holly because I'd lost some of it, plus it was hurting my fingers, but I wanted to know if he'd get me some more. And then I whispered really quietly, "He knows." I think this was some bizarre half-plot idea that the dream dropped as soon as it thought of it, as if the stranger guy had something to do with a conspiracy against my father. Like, Obama was going incognito or hiding out or something. But then it was back to "Wah! I want holly!" and wondering where the Secret Service was. They still hadn't shown up.

Then I woke up.

tirsdendreams: (cray-zee)
It's daytime and I'm on a road trip with my entire immediate family (parents and three siblings). At some point all the water in the car starts turning into foamy orange liquid like melted sherbert meets fizzing-out soda. We get out of the car and realize it's happening to all water sources around us (other people pulled over too). As we're wondering what the heck is going on, it's suddenly nighttime and UFOs appear and suddenly these white yeti-like creatures are appearing and killing people. (They looked like the typical yeti from World of Warcraft.)

As we're running away, I try to write in a small notebook what happened in case the US Government comes here and finds the place wiped out and can't figure out what happened before it's too late. (I remember some daylight while I was writing, but only for that part.) I have alot of trouble actually writing this properly (and actually think in the dream something about how it can be hard to read and write in a dream because the wrong part of the brain is in use) but eventually get it down after concentrating really hard.

The yeti are currently distracted killing others further behind us (I think one of my brothers got it at that point, the older one) and the rest of us find a lake. We jump in without a second thought and start swimming, thinking that if the yeti go off smell this will throw them off. The surface of the water has dark foamy residue from the water-transforming thing from earlier but it's still mostly real water.

My kid sister starts talking about something random and wants to show off a song of some sort and starts yelling it really loudly. I keep trying to tell her to shut up, but can only do so by being louder than her. This attracts the attention of the yeti, who are now coming after us. I think they got my sister... and maybe my mom... and also now we're being chased by crocodiles that the noise drew in as well.

The water is clean now and it's daytime again and we're swimming like mad trying to follow currents in this river we entered at the end of the lake. (The currents go faster than the rest of the water.) I think my kid brother was lost somewhere during this part. That left my father and I, and the dream started really falling apart during some odd conversation while swimming about "being a man" (and yes, at the end, I was a man, sort of late-middle-age and balding? lol). The water turned into an odd series of flat wooden trays with numbers on them and... okay I can't even describe it really. FAIL.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (leave it all behind)
The details are fuzzy now, but basically Pyramid Head kept chasing me and my real life family through various locations. And we knew fully well he intended to kill us all. At one point, we hit very slippery and thick, consistent ice on a roadway, and were somehow managing to slide along on our feet. We looked back to see Pyramid Head ice skating behind us on two of his kind of sword.

The dream kept repeating, sometimes because I'd woken up, thought about it, and went back to sleep. Each time it restarted, we'd try a different combination of things to try and get away easier. The restarts were very annoying; at one point as we'd more or less gotten away. Every time we were back at the start (some sort of vacation spot with our belongings) I'd try to gather up useful things quickly and then get everybody running as fast as possible. I remember carrying at least one of my kid siblings at various points. Their ages seemed to change throughout the dream too.

Also, on some of the restarts, just because I knew what was going to happen, some or none of the others didn't. So it was like, "Look, we're all gonna die if we don't move it so MOVE IT run run run yes out the door no seriously DEATH IMPENDING! MOVE!!!"

Eventually I woke up for the last time.

tirsdendreams: (old black magik)
(I'm writing this fast from my scrawled notes in a notebook, on a public computer, so please forgive total lack of proofreading and editing.)

I was a child in an orphanage? There was an elderly lady who ran things. We were all supposed to be in bed but I had this idea (from somewhere) that my parents had left a way for me to contact them. And it was important to do so, I knew it. I was able to get into the attic and I found a mirror and I knew this was the special thing. I sat on my knees in front of it and said, "Mommy, Daddy? It's me, [whatever my name was in the dream]." I saw faint, shadowy-ghostly images of them appear to my right and left but somewhere behind me in the mirror image. But suddenly the mirror fell over in front of me, face down, and the mirror part broke into tiny pieces.

A friend of mine (another orphan in the home) had the power to fix things. (The 4400 came to mind at this point in the dream, it's like we all had powers but I hadn't discovered mine yet and I think the whole mirror/parents thing was going to tell me that I could do magic or something... so throw in Harry Potter world references too lol). My friend fixed the mirror and more of my friends arrived, so all of our special group was there. Four or five of us I think.

This time in the mirror we saw Sean Connery, Richard Pryor, and a woman actress who I've forgotten now. We saw back and forth head shots of them, and they were dressed in fancy Victorian England style. The whole thing was lit up like bright TV too. It suddenly started raining on the people in the "show" and only right on them, you could see it was like a rain machine was on just on top of them or something. Then it started hailing too, but just on Richard Pryor who started yelling words of confused pain, and it seemed like he couldn't move to get out of the way.

I'm not sure what happened next but we went on some sort of crazy magical quest between what's best described as small, semi-nonsensicle dimensions. I remember a lady dressed a bit like a carnival magician or a dancer with a similar outfit (top hat and cane). (The cane appeared several times during the dream and as it was repeated at crucial times I started realizing there was something important about it, but didn't know what.) There was also a little blonde-haired girl that I think we were magically pulled away from before we could learn anything from her.

I was separated from the group for some reason but part of my quest involved looking into a door that was painted like a big black swirly vortex. Doing so drew me into it (think special effects for being sucked into a black hole) and I was able to travel safely through the thing via magic. It was a bit like flying, and kinda fun.

I found myself in the same room as my friends, it looked like a hallway with a whole bunch of doors. My friends had all come through at least one of those doors, and there were scary evil monsters trying to follow them, but the doors were holding for the moment.

The fixer kid did a happiness check (I was reading the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons Player Handbook v3.5 last night which no doubt inspired this concept) and succeeded. It seems like every child had to do this once in their respective rooms or adventure circumstances, but we could only do it once, and I hadn't done mine yet. Anyways, fixer kid managed to get the doors to magically combine into one big set of double doors. And they were still, no monsters trying to break through.

We listened carefully and could hear the steady tap of what sounded like a cane on the floor somewhere past the doors and to the left. I figured we were on the right track and just maybe we'd find the person who was key to all this. We opened the door and all walked into the room and to the left. Here was a cozy Victorian English sitting area with couches and a highbacked upholstered chair around a round rug. There was an old lady in the chair (who looked like Grandma Wendy from "Hook") who had the cane, and a well-dressed man sitting on the couch to her right. I had a feeling we had reached the crux of our quest... the reason why we'd been taken on this ride.

The old woman stood up to talk to us and as we asked her things like why this was going on she said everything we'd seen had been manufactured purposely so we'd see what they wanted us to see. For instance, the little girl from earlier was actually a woman who had been acting from the waist up and the rest of her hidden below the floor. The old woman said something like, "In that sence, as soon as you left, the little girl Jane died."

I wanted to do a happiness check, I felt this was the room I was meant to do it in. But the old woman said it was impossible for me to do one here, due to what she had revealed. Plus, she had more to tell us...

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (unknown danger)
(from a few days ago)

I dreamed I was with mother unit in a car driving along a freeway in Taiwan. We were talking about something, and I was looking at how the road had been designed. The area was very hilly so the freeway had been made in two sections, one for each direction of traffic, and most areas were raised on pillars. We passed a section on the other side that had a road crew all over it and at least half of the road had fallen in. I said something like, "That must be damage from that earthquake they had recently."

Then a huge earthquake hit and both sides of the freeway started breaking up everywhere. Mother unit drove faster because that was the only real option at this point, we were on a section raised above a lake. We thought we were gonna make it and then the road tore apart right in front of us and dropped off into the water. Next thing I know we're freefalling straight down towards the lake. I remember tugging my seatbelt a little tighter, and a feeling of adrenaline like being on a roller coaster.

We hit the water and survived relatively unhurt, but now the car was filling with water. Mother unit was freaking out but I told her we were okay and to calm down, and then to open the door and get out of the car. We pushed the doors open and swam out; the car filled with water and sank. It didn't sink very far though, because the lake apparently wasn't very deep. I realized I had no shoes on, and I sensed rusty cans and stuff on the lake bottom. The water was a very murky brown. I swam back into the car to put my shoes on and then headed for shore where some rescue people were pulling victims out of the water.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (redefinition of me)
(Possibly inspired by reading The Art Of The Matrix and a short conversation with my kid sister about stealing cars.)

I don't remember if I saw the actual invasion or if I just heard/knew about it happening. An alien race of high technology was taking over our planet. They were enslaving millions, killing those who would not surrender (and killing lots anyways). A few of us managed to hide, but we knew they were coming. There were two groups, I (as myself) was in the first group with my real-life mother and sister, and the group seemed to consist mostly of women and children. The second group was all men. We did not know at this point if the second group had survived. I figured if we waited around we'd get killed.

So I spoke to the people gathered around that we had to go to the source if we were going to have a remote chance in hell to fight the aliens. It was blatantly obvious that aliens existed, so that meant that our government really did have a crashed alien ship in their possession (viva la conspiracy theories!) and they were probably researching and even using the technology from it already. I told the people around me we were going to Area 51. (For some reason I thought it was in Arizona throughout the dream, though that doesn't make sense upon waking... but I guess the dream logic figured that was close enough. Plus, my group was located somewhere near Washington D.C. so Arizona was just as far away as New Mexico considering at the moment all we had was our feet to travel with.)

I looked out of the warehouse we were hiding in, and there was a car in the dusty parking lot, baking under the hot sun. I ran to it and found the keys in the ignition. It started and someone said it was wrong to steal and I said it was our only chance. The owner might be dead anyways. So everyone else piled in (there might have been two cars, I forget) and we drove off. It seems like we had to switch vehicles at some point when we ran out of gas, and it took us longer to find cars with keys. I remember thinking that if the human resistance lasted long enough, someone should set up usable car hubs for people fleeing but especially for resistance group members to move around the country. Take a car, drive it to the next hub, get a new one.

The next thing I knew I was suddenly a member of the second group, a random white male character. This was the all-guy group, and we were on foot. We knew the aliens were not far behind and tracking us somehow. It was somewhat snowy and we put logs and big sticks across our path at random points. It seems like we knew the aliens had trouble getting past these (or some metal-like alien-made machine did) so at first it was worth it. We heard the aliens making annoyed sounds at our previous roadblock (we were on a path though, not a road). This caused some satisfaction in our group but I figured they were too close for comfort now and we had better just run.

I told the guys to be careful so they didn't fall, to run steady and not too fast. I was in the lead and made my way over some wet, potentially slippery rocks, and beyond. I remember thinking we were trying to catch up to the first group, and I remember something about the first group trying to figure out how to leave behind some sign of where they were going without giving the whole thing away to the aliens.

Then I saw a black guy in a car (seen from like a camera angle or perhaps from the perspective of one of the second group members). He'd stolen the car and it seems like he was a key resistance leader, maybe even the top guy. He looked like Samuel L. Jackson but a little younger. He was pulling up to a corner to turn left.

Then I was him. I don't think I was going anywhere specific, probably just on the run. I was driving casually and this seemed to be fairly normal, other people were driving along like there wasn't some huge alien invasion going on. I saw up ahead a bunch of cars driving closely together, and too slow. I felt like it was a trap, they wanted me to pass and the aliens must know where I was. There was a dirt road up ahead on the right and I took that instead (still driving somewhat casually). As I took the turn I noticed a huge semitruck come up into opposing traffic in the space I would have been in if I'd tried to pass the cars. As if in a movie, I heard the aliens or some people working for them (or the aliens could shapeshift to look human) saying over the radio "He didn't take it."

Now I was driving down the dirt road with an open field on the right and a dead-looking corn field on the left. I knew I was in potential danger but figured the aliens hadn't planned on me going this way, so I had some time. But then up ahead I saw an ambulance, two cars right behind it, and another ambulance following right behind the lot. Damn radios, they were able to move fast because of the communication. I think they might have been hoping that I'd think they were real ambulances and pull over to clear the road. I was definitely not stopping for that. They pulled into my lane, heading straight for me, and as I slowed down they stopped completely. I could see a big (red?) pickup truck coming up behind them fast, essentially blocking the opposing lane of traffic and there wasn't any more room to drive past the cars and ambulances.

A woman who might not actually know what's going on at this moment was now beside the closest ambulance. There was a big, somewhat-evil looking man near her. The pickup almost hit the woman but the man pulled her out of the way at the last second. I'm not sure what happened to the pickup after that (although it's angle would have put it in the field to the right).

Meanwhile, the road was thoroughly blocked now by even more vehicles. Well, I wasn't going down here. I opened the car door and bailed into the cornfield. The corn stalks didn't even have much in the way of corn on them, and they were tall, dried up spindly things that didn't give much cover unless I had a lot of distance between me and my attackers. The aliens chased me, except they were human looking or humans in league with them. I have a feeling some of them were actual aliens, some were converted humans (mind control?) and some just hired people, maybe even innocent and thinking they were working for honest humans, not aliens.

Several times various people got close and each time I sprayed bullets their way (yay for instant dream uzi's... maybe I got one off a soldier, some of the people chasing me appeared to be in the National Guard). I realized too many of my pursuers were too close and I dove to the ground trying to hide. Some part of me knew that the cover here was too scant but I thought as hard as I could "they can't see me" and it worked. I was able to move ahead slowly, barely crawling along.

Ahead were two people arguing about trying to find me. One was a white woman, she had a uniform on and seemed to be in charge. The other was a black woman, a hireling of some sort, maybe a mercenary type, and she was saying that I'd "just... vanished." The black woman was scared. She thought I might be some sort of legendary evil spirit or something. She said "Naga" like she was even afraid of saying the word. She refused to keep searching even though the woman threatened her, and walked off. (Maybe the white woman killed her for such insubordination, maybe the black lady managed her own vanishing act, I don't know.)

I couldn't keep hiding forever and on a mad dash they spotted me and shot me with some sort of tranquilizer. As I fell I rolled into a clearing in the cornfield. I fought the drug in order to stay conscious, but I didn't move. I lay still with my eyes closed so they wouldn't know I was still awake. I was lying on my chest and felt horribly heavy from the drug but I figured if I had one chance now, it was to keep hold of reality. Maybe I could find the right moment to run... if I could still run...

The bad guys came and one of them held me down with his knee in my back while the others surrounded me with guns pointed down at me. Someone came up and lifted my head a little. I felt fingers opening my left eyelid and I saw a nurse (a very stereotypical, outdated looking nurse, who was probably a shapeshifted alien who'd watched a little too much 1940's earth television). She used the little finger on her left hand to poke lightly at my eyeball. I remember being worried about her fingernail. I moved my eye only a little but still thought she might notice I was awake. But she seemed satisfied after a few pokes and let go of my eye. Just as I was thinking I'd succeeded in keeping at least one small advantage I felt a prick somewhere in my back and a very powerful dose of some drug sent me to unconsciousness.

I was instantly dreaming, I knew it, but it was unlike any other dream I'd ever had. The world was in shades of black and white, and even the sound in the air around me seemed foreign. I was breathing and could hear it like a controlled rush as I stared out what must have been some sort of helmet. I was looking at the corn field, the clearing I'd fallen into, but the scene had been surreally transformed into perfect right angles. The corn was no longer a mass of spindly stalks but featureless flat hedge-looking things. I was standing in the clearing, and it made a hallway between these odd flat wall-hedges that stretched out in front of me, before it ended in a T junction that led to thinner passages to the left and right. I felt rather than saw tubes coming from my helmet into my suit (some sort of space suit?) The helmet must have been large, because all I could see was the glass/clear protective surface before me that curved the secenery at the very edges of my vision. I realized that I was an alien now, a real alien, somehow connected to it, but I honestly felt like I was the alien. The end result was frighteningly realistic, but in effect redefining "real" because I wasn't human anymore.

There was nobody in the clearing ahead of me. I turned and saw someone behind me... it was the old me! The me I had been before this terrible dream. He was just standing there with an odd, somewhat stupid smile on his face. I felt such an intense and complete hatred for this man that I immediately reached out and grabbed the human face and head in my hands. (The alien hands were suited up almost like a typical astronaut in a space suit, only less bulky, and the gloved fingers and hands were human shaped.) I squeezed the man's head and crushed it, killing him. I dropped the body and turned back the way I'd originally been facing. I walked to the end of the corridor, all the time hearing the terrible breathing... my breathing...

There was bright light above me and I looked up, raising my arms in the glare and feeling a strange mix of familiarity and total exaltation. I felt my body being sucked up into the transporter of the alien vessel not far above me, like I became a digital painting that streaked upwards, first from my fingers and helmet and continuing quickly down until I was completely transferred to the receiving pod inside the ship.

The next thing I remember is a great, dark space, like the interior of a huge ship. A sinking feeling that I'd been asleep all this time and woken up who-knows-where under complete alien control told me that I was myself again... at least. But I wasn't sure how I was seeing what was before my eyes. It was like the ship I was in was transparent or at least the bulk of it seemed to be to my right and a little above me. Ahead of the alien ship was a pulsing beam of light that flexed a little like a frequency wave turned 3D. The ship was travelling along the light beam like it was a travel route; it disappeared into the front of the ship somewhere and I'm not sure if it continued out the back of the ship... it may not have.

The ship was going slowly and the whole time I could hear a loud, metallic, and vaguely deep voice saying over and over, "You are here. You are here. You are here." This vision didn't last long, as I moved almost involuntarily, trying to figure out if I could move at all, or where I was in all this. I felt sheets, the solidness of a bed below me, a very human feeling after such an alien experience. I was sure I'd seen the previous scenes, but had I been asleep and only just now woken? Had I been able to unwittingly access some sort of alien viewing system with my mind? Had I connected telepathically with the alien who I'd envisioned... killing me in the corn field? Had my death only been some wish or delusion on the part of the alien? I was obviously still alive... and in a bed somewhere... in alien custody, right?

Then I realized I was awake, truly awake, and this had all been just a dream.

dream symbol analysis and thoughts )
tirsdendreams: (misundaztood)
Ron received a letter one day from the infamous Harry Potter. It was in a rather large envelope (bigger than a manilla one) and when he took it out, what he held between his hands wasn't... there? No, there was a shimmer a couple of times, a magical, almost science-fictionish ripple in space where a large piece of paper could be.

Then the thing faded into existance, and ended up a solid sheet of what looked like clear plastic. The words were written or etched on it in white, and dominating the top half of the sheet was a picture we'll get to in a moment. But Ron was reading the letter, it had a lot of odd wizard slang that Ron had never heard of and made it much harder to comprehend the meaning of the letter. But it sounded like fun, and the gist of it was this: Harry was going to come pick Ron up so he could go shopping and prepare for his first year at Hogwarts. Apparently this was all old-hat to Harry.

Now, the picture mentioned before was of a teenager with a whole lot of green, crusty spots all over his face. He was lying on his stomach on a hospital bed and all you could really see was his face and a little of one arm. The caption said the name of the boy (a friend of Harry's) and that he was suffering from a disease that made him constantly sad and hopeless. The name of the disease was there, it was something like Constanticus Unhappinus but that wasn't it. There was a feeling that Harry wanted Ron to help him save his buddy, and that would be their adventure for the school year. (Kinda like a preview of the plot on the back cover of a book.)

Ron put the letter back in the envelope and then his mother showed up. He wanted to show her the letter, he was all excited and his mother was finding his words very hard to believe. But when he pulled the letter out, it was just folded up lined paper. He tried putting it back in, and believing very hard that it was the magical letter he'd first seen, but again it came out just as paper. Ron's mother told him to stop making stuff up and left.

Meanwhile, Ron's friend/sister? (in the dream, a combination of both Jinny and Hermione, we'll call her Jinny anyways) was looking through the contents of the envelope. She looked at the picture which was now seperate (stupid dream logic) and the picture had changed to a much darker, black and white portrait of a man with a lot of black hair partly hiding his head with his arms. Ron was saying something like, "You don't believe me either, do you? Maybe it wasn't real, maybe I dreamed it all or something." But Jinny was looking very hard at the picture, and kept putting her finger on it in one place. "No," she said, "It's real, look at this, it's magic!" Ron looked closer at the picture and saw something he hadn't noticed before... it was moving! It was a magical wizarding picture! Which meant everything else was real too.

I don't remember anymore.
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: (redefinition of me)
My (real) parents were on a car trip, but it was like we all in the Great Depression era. We even had a car from then, one of those mobster looking things (the hit-man car that the modern PT Cruiser is modelled after). We stopped at a place to stay for the night, and I remember it being cold outside but still daylight. Inside the hotel was a line, a very long line. Everyone was sorta hunkered down along a hallway, with a blanket around them if they were lucky enough to have one. Then this lady who musta been the manager/owner scurried by, saying to herself quite audibly, "At least I have the alimony payment" over and over. I think she said something before that too, as she came in, like, "I can't do this I can't deal with this anymore."

I turned to Dad, who was crammed in an alcove behind me with other people, and I said, "That's not smart, she shouldn't talk like she's got money around a bunch of strangers, she's putting herself in danger. I guess she could have meant that she'd just successfully made an alimony payment, but the odds are entirely greater that she's the one with the cash." Dad said something in agreement.

I decided to follow her, worried she was gonna get in trouble. I managed to stop her outside the hotel, and asked if there was something I could do to help. At this point I was morphing into a sort of freelance detective character (still female, still kinda with my real personality). The lady said that the hotel's reputation was on the line, that someone had stolen a diamond necklace from one of the tenants. I asked who'd been in and out of the place lately, and the lady said there was one black kid named Scamp who hung around a lot (at least I think that's his name... something like that... Scat? Scraps? not sure).

Suddenly I knew he'd done it, call it gut feeling or whatever. I just had to find him and see what he'd done with it. I told the lady not to worry, that I'd take care of this, and asked if the tenant had reported the theft to the police yet. The lady said no, and I said "good" because Scamp would be less likely to be nervous if the cops weren't crawling all over the town looking for a thief.

I had no car and no driver's license, so I walked. I checked my pocket for coins and realized that in Great Depression standards I had a small fortune in coins in my pocket, even though it was just a little bit of change by today's standards. I knew I could use a taxi for a penny to get anywhere in town, and for two pennies I was certain any cabby would drive me all over for however long it took. I walked past my Dad who was bicycling down the main street for some reason (like he belonged in this town?) and then I got a taxi.

I stopped at a jewelry store and asked if anyone had sold or tried to sell a diamond necklace here recently. "No." Had anyone seen Scamp around? "Yes, he's over at the laundromat a lot." So I went there and saw him across this big room of washers and dryers. He was talking to himself, working out his own code of holes in the wall, and by pressing the right one he openned a secret compartment in the wall. He hid something in a small box that came out of it (like a CD player ejecting it's tray, but the box came out completely) and then closed it again.

I went up to him, pretending I hadn't seen the secrets (there were three compartments total). First I talked to him, making him trust me and feel safe with me. Then I convinced him to give up the goods, and I openned the third compartment (I knew which one probably had jewelry from watching earlier). I asked him if one necklace was the diamond one missing from the hotel, but I had guessed wrong and he pointed out the correct one. It was a diamond set in a open heart shape made of gold, and the chain was gold too. I put that necklace in my right front pocket of my shirt so I wouldn't get it mixed up again. I said I'd help him return the rest of the stolen jewelry too. One of the other compartments had stuff that was actually his, just little odds and ends like pieces of ribbon. He started to tell me about his sister. He said, "You know my sister's depressed, right?" She was poor too, and spent all her time in her room. She seemed to be getting sicker and sicker. Everone expected her to just sorta pine away and die, like there was no way to help her.

I went to visit the sister and saw her room was awfully decorated in puke green and a color I like to call "grandma orange." I guess she liked green and orange together, but I knew just the decor alone had to be making her depression worse. I found a pillow that had a pattern of orange flowers on green leaves, and I said, "How would you like to see your room completely made over in this green" and I pointed to an almost lime-green, "and this orange" and I pointed to a matching neon orange. (Very Target/Ikea-like, or fairly typical "Bed In A Bag" bedding color options.) I was already thinking of patterns for the bedding and accessories. The girl seemed interested, and I knew this makeover would be a huge breath of fresh air for her. Plus, we'd be getting her all new clothes and a hair makeover too. This was starting to feel like one of those extreme makeover shows, and the Great Depression era was fading into modern times.

And then that's exactly what it was. I was the host of a makeover show, and I'd become a black lady. I was standing on the porch of the house the following morning talking to the girl's mother and aunt or someone like that (they were all black too, of course, since Scamp was black in the first place and this was his family). The women were sitting around on the patio furniture. I said, "Now, we've got a lot to do, lots of shopping to get done, so I better get started." And I was going to go in and get the girl.

Then I woke up.

Twins

Feb. 21st, 2006 03:00 pm
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
There were twin boys. It was a medieval thing with a vampire feel, but I don't think the boys were vampires. (In fact this was probably inspired by Divine-Star's Devil May Cry fanart.) They had names which I've forgotten now, along with most of this dream. It seems like someone killed their mother while she was out, then went for the boys who were asleep at home. I remember they were sleeping in a round nest-looking bed made of white fur. One twin died fighting and the other fell from a great hight (it's like the bed was set high up on a round stone floor above a flight of stairs that circled down the side below). I remember thinking or even verbally commenting (like I was watching a movie?) that this was a romantic sorta death for the second boy, heartbroken that his brother had been slaughtered.
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
This dream was set around the Great Depression but not during it. Probably either just before, or a little after. Anyways, there was a husband and wife, and the husband went to work and the wife was washing the dishes. But there was something wrong, she was losing it, going crazy a little at a time and this was one of those moments where she was finally truly going insane. There was a crash, had she thrown a glass at a wall or something? But all I could see was the plastic tub of water she'd had the dishes sitting in to be rinsed (it was full of clean water)... it was on the floor where she'd apparently dropped it. Nothing was broken from what I could see, but the wife didn't seem to care about what she'd done.

Here's where I come in, at least, as more than a bodiless observer. I'm the child of this couple, about eight or nine years old, a fairly good little girl. Mommy is making me porridge, but she's still working on the dishes (I think she's gotten that tub off the floor before anyone could see it) and she spills some dish soap. She gets mad at herself and cleans it up but then puts a little in the bowl she's going to serve my breakfast in. She mixes it up and gives it to me and it tastes funny and I spit it out. I say I don't want to eat it, and I have realized that she is trying to kill me but I play along like I don't know this and I beg to play outside. She's trying to get me to eat more but I go out the back door (it's a sliding glass door) and skip across the yard trying not to go too fast so she'll still think I'm oblivious to what she's doing. I'm actually quite afraid that she'll try and kill me in a more direct and physical way, a battle I will surely lose.

"I want to go swimming in the creek Mommy!" I keep saying over and over as I skip towards the water running along the back line of our property. It's just deep enough that my good swimming skills will give me the edge and let me get away from her by swimming down the creek. The current is fast, too, plus I'm hoping it dawns on her that she could say, "Oh, alright, let's go swimming," and think she can drown me or something, and then tell Daddy it was a horrible accident. As I reach the creek, this does occurr to her. But this is my moment to escape, and so off down the creek I swim, although some of it is not really deep enough to suit my needs but either way, there's no stopping now, I'm running/swimming for my life.

The creek goes by the park I play in sometimes and I get out there, tearing across the grass past the swingsets and there's a ballpark there too. I'm screaming for help, but inside I know I'm a child with a mother who's got a false reputation for being a decent person (or nobody here knows and would assume wouldn't really be trying to kill me). Who's going to believe me? I can't stop and talk to anyone really, because if I do that, Mommy will catch up and say something like, "Oh she's just throwing a fit because I wouldn't let her do something," and I'll be as good as dead. I keep running and screaming although I know if I scream too much I might run out of energy, so I time my shouts for help a few moments apart.

I've made it to the streets of town, and I'm trying to find a police man. I see one but he drives off before I can reach him. Then I'm on one of the main streets and there is a bank that was apparently just robbed, so this is where all the police are but they are busy with the crime that just happened and ignore me because I'm just some annoying brat. But then I find this guy who is a private detective and I tell him what's happening and he believes me! He helps me to run away, picking me up and running down the sidewalk away from the bank, away from Mommy. It's getting dark now and the detective has to put me down for some reason and we are both running and I look back and right behind us is a big man who looks very angry and is chasing us. And somehow I know Mommy has hired him. I get this sure feeling she's pulling out all the stops now, she just wants me dead and doesn't care how it's done.

I run out into the street, and there is a car coming up behind me. I keep running along the street right in front of the car, too scared to think properly anymore. A view inside the car: it's police men! And for a surreal moment they are just staring at my back as I run along just in front of them, unaware that the headlights behind me are anybody helpful, I think it's just a car. Then they turn the lights on, blue and strawberry red, and I remember that I have candy in my pocket. I stop in front of the police car and they stop too. I eat the red candy first because somehow it's important, and it tastes so good. Then I eat the next one under it (they're lined up kind of like Mentos or Lifesavers, but this is a gummy candy) because it's blue, but I don't eat the last one because it's not a color of the police lights. And then I faint. I know that because I fainted, the police will keep me safe because something that was physically and emotionally demanding enough on me to make me faint must surely be worth investigating.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (alreddy ded)
I was captured by some bad guy that I knew had been behind the deaths of my parents (obviously this dream came with a pre-made past, I don't think I recognized anyone in the dream after I woke up... and in the dream I really cared about these made-up parents). Anyways, this bad guy was being overconfident so I took advantage of that by acting all scared yet keeping an eye open for an escape. But I was also looking for answers. I was in his house at this point, or a hideout of his, and it was daytime. He seemed to want to gloat over his evildoings and showed me this video of people working on a half-built house. He said it was my parents (and some other people, maybe old friends). As they were starting to run around and then began fighting each other with whatever was closest (including a staple gun), he said, "Look at them, they're already dead."

I could see that there was something wrong with their eyes. Their pupils and irises seemed to be just one grey color. I realized that maybe they were dead even tho they were obviously still moving and acting alive, if crazy. I tried to act like I was all scared and unhappy about what I was seeing, but I was really trying to see if there were any clues in this video. There was an orange tabby kitten on top of a pile of boxes that the crazy people were running around and bumping into. I had a feeling the cat wasn't "dead" like everyone else. Was this a clue? But cats would only live a few years, and I had a feeling the video I was watching was older than that. Right?

And then I saw it: spray painted on an unfinished stairway were the words "Hawaii Homes" in red. It looked like it had been done with a stencil, and now I had a name of a building company that I could maybe trace my parents through.

Then I woke up.
tirsdendreams: (hold me)
I was with a little girl, and it seemed like she was a very close friend even though she was so young. She might have been about seven or eight years old. I was my normal age (27). I'm not sure where we came from or what we'd been doing, but somewhere in the dream I posted just before this I had gotten scissors from my Mom, and I was playing with them. I remember they were little sewing kit type scissors, two metal pieces of the right shape connected by a single tiny screw, which was rather loose. I wanted to fix them so they cut better, and managed to take the screw off. I put the pieces back together wrong, and put the screw back on. After fiddling with it some more I finally fixed the darn thing and got the screw snuggly in place. I'm not really sure where I was while I was doing all this.

The part I do remember very well was arriving back at the little girl's room in her parents' house, as if I'd been there before and was staying there for a while. I think there were a lot of people staying in the house, sort of a family reunion or something (but in reality nobody I know in real life was there, but in the dream it made sense). Anyways, the little girl's room was laid out like the following diagram:
             ----------------
             |              |
window -->                  |
             ___________    |
             |       |  |     
             |  bed  |  |       <-- door
             |_______|__|___|
(Note that the head of the bed was actually where most people would put the foot of the bed; in this room it was near the door instead of the far wall. I drew the pillow in there to help illustrate. The bed had a wooden headboard as well, and I think there was a footboard on the window side of the room.)

It was bed time, in fact I think it was way beyond bedtime, and we'd been in bed talking for a while. Apparently I was sleeping in the same bed as the little girl, which didn't seem weird in the dream. I still had the scissors I'd gotten from Mom. Either I or the girl found a loose strand of hair and I cut it. Then I found a very long strand of golden hair, it was really pretty yet really odd. It was thicker than normal hair, almost like thread. And it honestly looked like gold. I was thinking it must be from something or someone special (I was thinking of an elf, like Galadriel in The Lord of the Rings), and both of us were a little afraid that we had something like this in our posession. I was thinking about cutting it but something felt wrong with that idea, like it would bring some sort of danger upon us.

Then the hair was tied together at the ends, I don't remember doing that. Did it do it on its own? Now that it was a loop, I looped it back on itself until it was three or four loops, and the whole thing was much smaller now that it was looped more. I then held all the loops together by pulling it tight between my fingers and twisting it so that it made a thick cord. I told the little girl to cut it while I held it so that it didn't fall apart. She didn't seem sure about this, I think we'd discussed that it seemed a bad idea to cut it. But I think we knew we'd set something in motion and we were gonna have to go through with it. I also remember thinking I should be the one cutting it, but I let her do it. It didn't cut completely through in one snip, it sort of frayed weirdly. But after a couple more snips it cut through.

I said something like, "Alright, we've completed your spell, do what you will," to the air in general, thinking that whatever wanted us to do this thing would hear me. Nothing happened at all for a few moments. Then we heard very slow, soft thuds coming from the hallway behind the closed bedroom door. The little girl got very scared and I held her tight and watched the door from behind the headboard. I stared at the doorknob, which was a normal gold-colored doorknob, waiting for it to start turning. Even though it was shiny I was confident that I could see it turn, plus I thought it might shake very slightly when touched (I knew it was slightly loose).

I noticed at this point that the pattern on the door was a sort of latticework of wood that'd been made into a diagonal crossing pattern inside squares, a vaguely oriental look (this pattern came from the Splinter Cell Chinese Embassy levels). Then suddenly the doorknob had a very similar pattern on it, but just one square with the diagonals crossing inside it. Plus it had changed to a sort of cream color, like it was made of ivory or enamel. At least now I would know for sure when somebody turned it. And it was at this moment that I realized I was dreaming. But in my lucid moment I decided to wait and see what happened, as the dream plot seemed interesting enough without messing with it just yet. So I sat there holding the girl and staring at the doorknob.

The doorknob started to turn. Then the door whooshed open fast and I and the little girl screamed really loud (and I promptly forgot I was dreaming). But it turned out to be a guy who was staying at the house, and the girl's mother. The guy was a cop of some sort. He said something like, "What's wrong?" We apologized fast saying that we were scared it was someone or something else at the door. He accepted that and said he was there to take the little girl with him on some sort of bust because the police department did that sometimes as some sort of... educational thing? I have no clue now, but in the dream it made sense, in that I knew it was a normal thing, although I didn't feel it was very safe, even if they said it was.

The girl's mother seemed to be very pleased that her daughter had been chosen to go this time. But the girl didn't really seem to want to go, I think she wanted to be with me. There was still the thought of the golden hair and whatever cutting it might have done. And it was like the adults expected her to accept the invitation to go on the police thing, as if not wanting to go would be a horrifically outlandish thought. I'm not sure if she said she would go or not.

I don't remember any more.

dream symbol analysis and thoughts )

Pirates!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I woke up.

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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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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!