Dreams: still wierd
Jan. 2nd, 2008 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethToday's dreams involved Ianto, the Doctor, and, er, High School Crush Guy.
... my subconscious would be much less embarrassing if I could just stop dreaming about that guy.
The first bit of dream had Ianto being my assistant. He'd been assigned by Jack to help me. He was in full on butler mode, because we weren't friends or anything, he was just there with a clipboard to help me out in any way necessary.
I could fly. But only when naked. If I kept my socks on I could only get up as high as the first floor. Which was what I did to get over the top of the crowds that had pushed me out the way even though I'd been waiting longest. I complained, and then I went away again. And put my underwear back on.
... Did I mention dreams could be embarrassing? I mean, I wasn't embarrassed in the dream, I was quite proud in a stone age goddess looking way, but I was floating a few feet above the heads of a whole bunch of people while wearing only rainbow striped socks with smiley faces on. I can see a few problems with that arrangement.
Everyone was in line to watch Doctor Who at the cinema. Starting at 7pm. I think they'd put it on the big screen while it was being broadcast on TV. But it might have been a movie. Whichever it was, the whole town square was one big squabbling crowd of people who wanted to get in. After the flying thing I went away though, so I don't know which episode it was.
Ianto was waiting patiently with my clothes. Wanted to know what sort of thing he should be doing. If there was anyone in particular he should emulate. I said "I worship chaos, so... *shrugs*... *lightbulb* Think Bugs Bunny". Which got Ianto eybrow. And then he made a note of it.
And then I kissed him. Which was nice. But I had to apologise because he didn't know me yet and he'd pointed out that was harassment. And also it sounded much less amused when he said it to me.
Next bit of dream was running around looking for my baby. I hasn't a baby, except for in this dream. And High School Crush Guy was looking too. And we looked on a floor that was full of smoke, with all sorts of coughing and stuff, and he got me in to one of the flats on that floor and we sealed the door to keep the smoke out. So the beginning bit was a bit princess-rescue. But then he fell asleep and something bad was trying to get in the door. First the door unlocked itself, and the chain disappeared. I had to lean on the door to keep it closed. Then it went all bendy like rubber so only the specific bit I was leaning on would stay in the frame and the rest moved around slowly. I tried relocking it but couldn't get the lock back in the frame for ages, just had to lean on it harder. Then, when I locked the main locks, there turned out to be a cat door. What was pushing through it did not look like a cat. Neither did it look alive. It was a whole drowned zombie horror show. So I stabbed it in the head with a jeweled dagger, and then both head and cat door vanished, and there was only a slit in the door where the stab had gone through the wood.
I decided leaving through the front door was a very bad idea.
Luckily this was my flat that I knew very well, and in the dream I had an emergency escape hatch in the corner. The same corner that is currently filled with Doctor Who DVDs and toys and a whole lot of comics and cushions. Escapist corner, escape corner, near enough. So, anyway, we escape down the hatch and into the underfloor, only it isn't a big tall parking place in the dream, it's only short and we have to go around stooped over. Then we see out the windows round the edges that the same people that kidnapped the babies are talking about them, talking about souls they're storing in them. Very bad. High School Crush Guy goes out there to confront them.
... and then there's a section involving those humorous outfits certain island tribes wear that involve, er, sheaths, and these ones being very large, and them taking them off to demonstrate they were not in fact empty decoration. That was just freaky.
Last phase of dream there was much running around, and things getting hotter, and badness. And then I found where the badness was centered - a meeting of all sorts of crime bosses from around the world, who were going to divide up a particular city that we were living in. The division centered on the baseball stadium, and the diamond was agreed to be something close to holy where they wouldn't bear false witness or anything, and the stadium some kind of church. The Doctor and Martha had been in there earlier giving out clothes to the needy, and it was clearly the kind of place where peoples of all colors came together with a single goal in mind. Like the meeting here, only with less guns. Everyone nodded solemnly and agreed.
Then they started killing each other.
So I was running around trying to find a way out, and in one direction there was a swimming pool, which sounded promising but was full of smoke and getting very warm, and in the other there were bay windows. They were locked but they opened when I got hold of them, for I am magic.
That was when I realised where the fire was.
So, it was out the other way after all.
... but then I saw on the security monitors that there were still people in the basement dungeon. And I had a few seconds to decide, and the fire had got in, and the roof was falling in chunks of flame, and I decided I couldn't leave people down there and ran down the stairs and, er, trapped myself, but hey, very heroically.
Found Hercules & Iolaus, freed them, and some guy called Jason, though I kind of hurt his leg on accident because getting people out of chains and boxes isn't what you'd call my major skill, and then I found a whole shelf of familiar people all doll sized. But when I breathed on them they started to grow and move and stuff. So I breathed like Aslan on the statues and they all started coming back to life, and then there was the Doctor and Martha and, finally, the TARDIS. So we weren't trapped after all, though we were very out of breath.
The End
... now wasn't that a restful night's sleep?
well, technically day's sleep, since I went at about 0900 and got to sleep about 1100 and kept waking up as various people parked the car or whatever. and not it is 2000 and apart from needing liquid refreshment I feel like I really could do with going back to bed. :eyeroll:
But hey, kissed Ianto, saved the Doctor, pretty good day's work.
... my subconscious would be much less embarrassing if I could just stop dreaming about that guy.
The first bit of dream had Ianto being my assistant. He'd been assigned by Jack to help me. He was in full on butler mode, because we weren't friends or anything, he was just there with a clipboard to help me out in any way necessary.
I could fly. But only when naked. If I kept my socks on I could only get up as high as the first floor. Which was what I did to get over the top of the crowds that had pushed me out the way even though I'd been waiting longest. I complained, and then I went away again. And put my underwear back on.
... Did I mention dreams could be embarrassing? I mean, I wasn't embarrassed in the dream, I was quite proud in a stone age goddess looking way, but I was floating a few feet above the heads of a whole bunch of people while wearing only rainbow striped socks with smiley faces on. I can see a few problems with that arrangement.
Everyone was in line to watch Doctor Who at the cinema. Starting at 7pm. I think they'd put it on the big screen while it was being broadcast on TV. But it might have been a movie. Whichever it was, the whole town square was one big squabbling crowd of people who wanted to get in. After the flying thing I went away though, so I don't know which episode it was.
Ianto was waiting patiently with my clothes. Wanted to know what sort of thing he should be doing. If there was anyone in particular he should emulate. I said "I worship chaos, so... *shrugs*... *lightbulb* Think Bugs Bunny". Which got Ianto eybrow. And then he made a note of it.
And then I kissed him. Which was nice. But I had to apologise because he didn't know me yet and he'd pointed out that was harassment. And also it sounded much less amused when he said it to me.
Next bit of dream was running around looking for my baby. I hasn't a baby, except for in this dream. And High School Crush Guy was looking too. And we looked on a floor that was full of smoke, with all sorts of coughing and stuff, and he got me in to one of the flats on that floor and we sealed the door to keep the smoke out. So the beginning bit was a bit princess-rescue. But then he fell asleep and something bad was trying to get in the door. First the door unlocked itself, and the chain disappeared. I had to lean on the door to keep it closed. Then it went all bendy like rubber so only the specific bit I was leaning on would stay in the frame and the rest moved around slowly. I tried relocking it but couldn't get the lock back in the frame for ages, just had to lean on it harder. Then, when I locked the main locks, there turned out to be a cat door. What was pushing through it did not look like a cat. Neither did it look alive. It was a whole drowned zombie horror show. So I stabbed it in the head with a jeweled dagger, and then both head and cat door vanished, and there was only a slit in the door where the stab had gone through the wood.
I decided leaving through the front door was a very bad idea.
Luckily this was my flat that I knew very well, and in the dream I had an emergency escape hatch in the corner. The same corner that is currently filled with Doctor Who DVDs and toys and a whole lot of comics and cushions. Escapist corner, escape corner, near enough. So, anyway, we escape down the hatch and into the underfloor, only it isn't a big tall parking place in the dream, it's only short and we have to go around stooped over. Then we see out the windows round the edges that the same people that kidnapped the babies are talking about them, talking about souls they're storing in them. Very bad. High School Crush Guy goes out there to confront them.
... and then there's a section involving those humorous outfits certain island tribes wear that involve, er, sheaths, and these ones being very large, and them taking them off to demonstrate they were not in fact empty decoration. That was just freaky.
Last phase of dream there was much running around, and things getting hotter, and badness. And then I found where the badness was centered - a meeting of all sorts of crime bosses from around the world, who were going to divide up a particular city that we were living in. The division centered on the baseball stadium, and the diamond was agreed to be something close to holy where they wouldn't bear false witness or anything, and the stadium some kind of church. The Doctor and Martha had been in there earlier giving out clothes to the needy, and it was clearly the kind of place where peoples of all colors came together with a single goal in mind. Like the meeting here, only with less guns. Everyone nodded solemnly and agreed.
Then they started killing each other.
So I was running around trying to find a way out, and in one direction there was a swimming pool, which sounded promising but was full of smoke and getting very warm, and in the other there were bay windows. They were locked but they opened when I got hold of them, for I am magic.
That was when I realised where the fire was.
So, it was out the other way after all.
... but then I saw on the security monitors that there were still people in the basement dungeon. And I had a few seconds to decide, and the fire had got in, and the roof was falling in chunks of flame, and I decided I couldn't leave people down there and ran down the stairs and, er, trapped myself, but hey, very heroically.
Found Hercules & Iolaus, freed them, and some guy called Jason, though I kind of hurt his leg on accident because getting people out of chains and boxes isn't what you'd call my major skill, and then I found a whole shelf of familiar people all doll sized. But when I breathed on them they started to grow and move and stuff. So I breathed like Aslan on the statues and they all started coming back to life, and then there was the Doctor and Martha and, finally, the TARDIS. So we weren't trapped after all, though we were very out of breath.
The End
... now wasn't that a restful night's sleep?
well, technically day's sleep, since I went at about 0900 and got to sleep about 1100 and kept waking up as various people parked the car or whatever. and not it is 2000 and apart from needing liquid refreshment I feel like I really could do with going back to bed. :eyeroll:
But hey, kissed Ianto, saved the Doctor, pretty good day's work.