Todays dreams
Jan. 21st, 2005 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethToday I are been mostly sleeping.
all day.
due to not sleeping all night despite having been awake in the day.
sulk.
but- dreams
the one that woke me up: Ethan was standing outside one of those big glass window rooms that musicians record in. Ethan in the red shirt like in Halloween. Arms half crossed, thoughtful planning something face, turning into a little smirk. In front of him some irrelevant guy in headphones is talking to the musicians via microphone. They're some bunch of famous guys, I get the impression of 70s megastardom. And Ethan is watching them.
Until suddenly he takes a couple of steps then leaps, straight through the glass like it isn't there. Outside guy yelps 'Get him off him!' I run forward to be able to see inside and all I can see is everyone crowded round something on the floor. Everyone except the singer that is. And then the crowd moves a bit, and I can see the guys hips... and, well, it may be that Ethan is pinning him down, but they both seem to be having fun.
*facepalm*
*note to self- keep this Ethan away from anyone I don't actively want him shagging*
I lol so hard in the dream I wake myself up.
That was silly and fun.
other dreams
Right before that there was a sort of Andromeda version of, um, that Star Trek episode with the drunk making water? It used to be one of two we owned on video so you'd think I'd remember the title by now. ANYways, it was a bit complicated. And also we didn't entirely find out what was going on, so it might not have been water anyway.
A lot of people were all in the big huge room, sort of an informal meeting room I think, and mostly listening to the one guy. The one I was there to keep an eye on, because I knew he was a great big fraud at best. Everyone starts acting really strangely, including the captain, so I call a quarantine on the room and ask Andromeda (the ship mind) if she's been keeping track of people going in and out. She says of course and she'll take the appropriate measures, calm and professional. But right then Rommie (the avatar-android) storms in anything but calm, looking for the speaker dude. He'd been helping her build an offspring (like Data did) and now there's something wrong with the kid. I'm shocked because I'd warned the captain that this guy was a fraud, so why wouldn't he tell Rommie? I blurt this out in her hearing, and suddenly she isn't just annoyed, she is furious. And over the speakers comes this plaintive little kid voice, starting out scared and then getting strange and distorted like the tapes running at the wrong speeds. And then it trails off, and stops.
Rommie crosses the line to murderous.
But she doesn't do anything as simple as hit people. She is the ships avatar- she can get rid of all this meat based infection much quicker than that. She storms off saying she's going to blow the atmosphere through the whole ship, get rid of the lot of us. Andromeda the ship-mind objects, but Rommie knows how to work around that. Andromeda warns us that we have maybe a couple of hours. And incidentally, her internal diagnostics are detecting strange anomalies that might be the ship based equivalent of the behavioural disturbances the humans are experiencing.
Very Not Good.
So, everyone is incapacitated. Except me, of course. Well, theres the fuzzy and faint thing, but I'm kind of used to that from the panic attacks. So I can work around it anyway. I take charge.
The room is quarantine sealed, force fields over the doors, and Andromeda isn't even responding to us any more, let alone modifying past commands. So if we want to get out we're going to have to do it the hard way. I yell for engineers and set them on the problem of getting the doors open, except for... well, in the dream he wasn't named, but it would probably be Harper working on the main problem. I get all the medical staff together to try and figure out what up with us all, and they need an engineer to help figure what could mess with the androids too.
Next Methos walks up to me, in far future assimilation mode. Wearing a white coat like all the other medics. I say to him, "Okay, so you're the least likely to be effected..." and he starts giggling. And doesn't stop giggling. He says something about how I'm so sweet, believing in him, and then he kisses me. And, well, major distraction. But "No! Not... not now. If we're going to start this I want *way* longer than the couple hours until the ship goes boom. Alright?" This logic seems to persuade him. He pulls himself together for a while. "Okay, so whatever it is, it isn't microbial, viral or parasitic, because those don't mess with you. Your biology is so different from human... so it has to be something that works on the parts that are the same. Go, tell the medics, work with them. We've got to figure this out fast." So he leaves, and I regret the length of the coat and the whole life and death situation and try to concentrate. I yell after him 'Check the water, like that Star Trek episode'. The science might have been mega wonky, but the symptoms are pretty much the same, so you never know.
Next... next I notice we have at least one android in the room with us, so I go to check them. And notice them morphing. Changing shapes. I make some out loud comment about this, and get his attention, which turns out to be a very bad idea. Because the form he changes into is sort of a cyborg werewolf, and an entity we've had trouble with before. As in, these guys want to eliminate the human race. UH-oh. Bad thing grabs me, pins me down, nearby people are no help at all. So I have to try to talk the bad thing out of doing me harm. "Okay! Easy! You don't want to go ripping my heart out!" "I don't?" *squishy ripping noise of OUCH* And a few moments to see my still beating heart in his paw... eeeew...
Methos charges over to the rescue, producing a sword from under one side of his coat and a force lance from under the other. Bad thing runs away. I have to wait a few moments to heal, but I'm okay, cause it didn't take my head.
I love it that my deams are Highlander fans.
So then we have to try and keep the bad thing out of the main area, and that involves a lot of scurrying about with furniture, because there are these doors in a line of archways and the doors won't open if certain sensors are blocked and I start out doing that with my hands and so do others on the other arches but then we find furniture to do that so I can back away and not be standing right where the Bad Thing can see me.
I sort of stumble back into the main part of the room and see... someone that looks exactly like the guy did before he started to wolf out. Someone that there was only one of before all this started. Because he is the famous someone, the fake and fraud, that I was here to keep an eye on.
He replicated himself?
So I wander over to try and find out if he really did split and twin, or if the other thing just morphed into his image. Fuzzy headed as I am I can't figure which is more likely. But someone sees me coming and even my white coat (probably borrowed from M, now his secrets were all pulled out) can't quite hide what a mess I am. So they ask, and I try to not reply while not getting this other guys attention. Because it was only when I got his attention he morphed all the way to wolf out before. But that was a different guy, right?
Er. Maybe.
Now this one starts to distort, and stretch, and make there be a new one of him sitting right next to him. Who starts to alter their appearance, but I can see the whole thing. No longer very stealthy. Doesn't need to be, or as messed with chemically as the rest of us?
So after that it turned into a chase dream and there was no more plot. But what I reckon was happening was something nanotech based, because it messed with so many different kinds of being in such similar ways, and then there was this anomalously replicating dude, and nanotech could do that. And it was near this guy, or near places he'd been, that all the problems happened. So he must have been doing something, maybe dripping nanites all over Andromeda.
I have no idea how we would have fixed this and Saved The Day, but I suspect it would have involved talking, because character based stuff is way more satisfying than engineering tricks or medical miracles. And the Bad Thing had a personality and presumably some goals of the sort that need language to express. So it could be negotiated with, at least until it went all destroy-humanity shaped. So, one of us would talk to the thing until it stopped trying to kill us all. Hmmm, maybe it was an android trying to free the droids from meatpuppet tyranny. Then it would be a why dont we all get along, look we're friends really kind of story. But then why would he mess up Rommie's offspring?
Yes, I'm trying to put a logical plot resolution on a dream.
Because I *really* want to skip to the ending, with me and Methos and a private room. *Really* really. Except probably it would turn out he'd only do that while drunk anyway... maybe I'm his student, or would be if the old fashioned thing with the Game was still going on, and he has some kind of lingering moral reservations... except this is Methos, so, not quite right there. ANYways, this being my story, I'm sure any lingering reservations could be resolved. And then... Methos. Pretty, and with *lots* of practice.
*happy sigh*
Before *that* there was a long complicated dream that involved wandering around a lot looking for a vegetarian meal and a room for the night, except every pub or food place in Dereham was all meat eater only, and the rooms were full, and I kept on wandering until I got to a place that used to be a big hotel but got blowed up like most of that quarter of the city (not that Dereham is a city when I'm awake, but go with it). And then suddenly there was a timeslip, and it was a generation ago before the war, and hey, plenty of rooms. Which was strange, but convenient.
And then somehow we skipped to me realising I'd slipped into a game, one I'd played obsessively as a kid. And a guy from school was still playing, and it was his game now. So the only way out was for him to collect all the gems and put only the proper ones in only the proper places and activate the end sequences. Which obviously involved a lot of running and fighting and solving puzzles. But we got the rocks, and the proper places were easy to figure because there was this little not to scale model of the solar system, and once he'd put the right rocks into the right orbits the sun would glow and we'd all get out.
Yet this turned into a hugely frustrating delay, because despite every hint, having all the right rocks, and even getting the rock for Earth in the right place, someone kept on giving him wrong hints and marking out wrong places in the model and I had to go around rubbing out all these fake dots and telling him to put the right rocks in the real places and he still wouldn't. I ended up wanting to hit him with a stick, only that wouldn't have got anything done.
It was a guy from school. Only he was still school age and I'm not now, so he was a kid. And yet at the same time a pretty guy who I'd liked. Which is just... can my dreams not update rather than present me with moral quandries? Meh.
Huh. Methos would be all 'but she's a kid!' about pretty much the entire human race now. He dates mortals. I wonder what his, like, minimum age is? And if its different for Immortals?
The scary part is this is a pretty typical night's dreams for me. Last sleep they were much more disturbing, but this sleep they were mostly funny, so I write them down.
all day.
due to not sleeping all night despite having been awake in the day.
sulk.
but- dreams
the one that woke me up: Ethan was standing outside one of those big glass window rooms that musicians record in. Ethan in the red shirt like in Halloween. Arms half crossed, thoughtful planning something face, turning into a little smirk. In front of him some irrelevant guy in headphones is talking to the musicians via microphone. They're some bunch of famous guys, I get the impression of 70s megastardom. And Ethan is watching them.
Until suddenly he takes a couple of steps then leaps, straight through the glass like it isn't there. Outside guy yelps 'Get him off him!' I run forward to be able to see inside and all I can see is everyone crowded round something on the floor. Everyone except the singer that is. And then the crowd moves a bit, and I can see the guys hips... and, well, it may be that Ethan is pinning him down, but they both seem to be having fun.
*facepalm*
*note to self- keep this Ethan away from anyone I don't actively want him shagging*
I lol so hard in the dream I wake myself up.
That was silly and fun.
other dreams
Right before that there was a sort of Andromeda version of, um, that Star Trek episode with the drunk making water? It used to be one of two we owned on video so you'd think I'd remember the title by now. ANYways, it was a bit complicated. And also we didn't entirely find out what was going on, so it might not have been water anyway.
A lot of people were all in the big huge room, sort of an informal meeting room I think, and mostly listening to the one guy. The one I was there to keep an eye on, because I knew he was a great big fraud at best. Everyone starts acting really strangely, including the captain, so I call a quarantine on the room and ask Andromeda (the ship mind) if she's been keeping track of people going in and out. She says of course and she'll take the appropriate measures, calm and professional. But right then Rommie (the avatar-android) storms in anything but calm, looking for the speaker dude. He'd been helping her build an offspring (like Data did) and now there's something wrong with the kid. I'm shocked because I'd warned the captain that this guy was a fraud, so why wouldn't he tell Rommie? I blurt this out in her hearing, and suddenly she isn't just annoyed, she is furious. And over the speakers comes this plaintive little kid voice, starting out scared and then getting strange and distorted like the tapes running at the wrong speeds. And then it trails off, and stops.
Rommie crosses the line to murderous.
But she doesn't do anything as simple as hit people. She is the ships avatar- she can get rid of all this meat based infection much quicker than that. She storms off saying she's going to blow the atmosphere through the whole ship, get rid of the lot of us. Andromeda the ship-mind objects, but Rommie knows how to work around that. Andromeda warns us that we have maybe a couple of hours. And incidentally, her internal diagnostics are detecting strange anomalies that might be the ship based equivalent of the behavioural disturbances the humans are experiencing.
Very Not Good.
So, everyone is incapacitated. Except me, of course. Well, theres the fuzzy and faint thing, but I'm kind of used to that from the panic attacks. So I can work around it anyway. I take charge.
The room is quarantine sealed, force fields over the doors, and Andromeda isn't even responding to us any more, let alone modifying past commands. So if we want to get out we're going to have to do it the hard way. I yell for engineers and set them on the problem of getting the doors open, except for... well, in the dream he wasn't named, but it would probably be Harper working on the main problem. I get all the medical staff together to try and figure out what up with us all, and they need an engineer to help figure what could mess with the androids too.
Next Methos walks up to me, in far future assimilation mode. Wearing a white coat like all the other medics. I say to him, "Okay, so you're the least likely to be effected..." and he starts giggling. And doesn't stop giggling. He says something about how I'm so sweet, believing in him, and then he kisses me. And, well, major distraction. But "No! Not... not now. If we're going to start this I want *way* longer than the couple hours until the ship goes boom. Alright?" This logic seems to persuade him. He pulls himself together for a while. "Okay, so whatever it is, it isn't microbial, viral or parasitic, because those don't mess with you. Your biology is so different from human... so it has to be something that works on the parts that are the same. Go, tell the medics, work with them. We've got to figure this out fast." So he leaves, and I regret the length of the coat and the whole life and death situation and try to concentrate. I yell after him 'Check the water, like that Star Trek episode'. The science might have been mega wonky, but the symptoms are pretty much the same, so you never know.
Next... next I notice we have at least one android in the room with us, so I go to check them. And notice them morphing. Changing shapes. I make some out loud comment about this, and get his attention, which turns out to be a very bad idea. Because the form he changes into is sort of a cyborg werewolf, and an entity we've had trouble with before. As in, these guys want to eliminate the human race. UH-oh. Bad thing grabs me, pins me down, nearby people are no help at all. So I have to try to talk the bad thing out of doing me harm. "Okay! Easy! You don't want to go ripping my heart out!" "I don't?" *squishy ripping noise of OUCH* And a few moments to see my still beating heart in his paw... eeeew...
Methos charges over to the rescue, producing a sword from under one side of his coat and a force lance from under the other. Bad thing runs away. I have to wait a few moments to heal, but I'm okay, cause it didn't take my head.
I love it that my deams are Highlander fans.
So then we have to try and keep the bad thing out of the main area, and that involves a lot of scurrying about with furniture, because there are these doors in a line of archways and the doors won't open if certain sensors are blocked and I start out doing that with my hands and so do others on the other arches but then we find furniture to do that so I can back away and not be standing right where the Bad Thing can see me.
I sort of stumble back into the main part of the room and see... someone that looks exactly like the guy did before he started to wolf out. Someone that there was only one of before all this started. Because he is the famous someone, the fake and fraud, that I was here to keep an eye on.
He replicated himself?
So I wander over to try and find out if he really did split and twin, or if the other thing just morphed into his image. Fuzzy headed as I am I can't figure which is more likely. But someone sees me coming and even my white coat (probably borrowed from M, now his secrets were all pulled out) can't quite hide what a mess I am. So they ask, and I try to not reply while not getting this other guys attention. Because it was only when I got his attention he morphed all the way to wolf out before. But that was a different guy, right?
Er. Maybe.
Now this one starts to distort, and stretch, and make there be a new one of him sitting right next to him. Who starts to alter their appearance, but I can see the whole thing. No longer very stealthy. Doesn't need to be, or as messed with chemically as the rest of us?
So after that it turned into a chase dream and there was no more plot. But what I reckon was happening was something nanotech based, because it messed with so many different kinds of being in such similar ways, and then there was this anomalously replicating dude, and nanotech could do that. And it was near this guy, or near places he'd been, that all the problems happened. So he must have been doing something, maybe dripping nanites all over Andromeda.
I have no idea how we would have fixed this and Saved The Day, but I suspect it would have involved talking, because character based stuff is way more satisfying than engineering tricks or medical miracles. And the Bad Thing had a personality and presumably some goals of the sort that need language to express. So it could be negotiated with, at least until it went all destroy-humanity shaped. So, one of us would talk to the thing until it stopped trying to kill us all. Hmmm, maybe it was an android trying to free the droids from meatpuppet tyranny. Then it would be a why dont we all get along, look we're friends really kind of story. But then why would he mess up Rommie's offspring?
Yes, I'm trying to put a logical plot resolution on a dream.
Because I *really* want to skip to the ending, with me and Methos and a private room. *Really* really. Except probably it would turn out he'd only do that while drunk anyway... maybe I'm his student, or would be if the old fashioned thing with the Game was still going on, and he has some kind of lingering moral reservations... except this is Methos, so, not quite right there. ANYways, this being my story, I'm sure any lingering reservations could be resolved. And then... Methos. Pretty, and with *lots* of practice.
*happy sigh*
Before *that* there was a long complicated dream that involved wandering around a lot looking for a vegetarian meal and a room for the night, except every pub or food place in Dereham was all meat eater only, and the rooms were full, and I kept on wandering until I got to a place that used to be a big hotel but got blowed up like most of that quarter of the city (not that Dereham is a city when I'm awake, but go with it). And then suddenly there was a timeslip, and it was a generation ago before the war, and hey, plenty of rooms. Which was strange, but convenient.
And then somehow we skipped to me realising I'd slipped into a game, one I'd played obsessively as a kid. And a guy from school was still playing, and it was his game now. So the only way out was for him to collect all the gems and put only the proper ones in only the proper places and activate the end sequences. Which obviously involved a lot of running and fighting and solving puzzles. But we got the rocks, and the proper places were easy to figure because there was this little not to scale model of the solar system, and once he'd put the right rocks into the right orbits the sun would glow and we'd all get out.
Yet this turned into a hugely frustrating delay, because despite every hint, having all the right rocks, and even getting the rock for Earth in the right place, someone kept on giving him wrong hints and marking out wrong places in the model and I had to go around rubbing out all these fake dots and telling him to put the right rocks in the real places and he still wouldn't. I ended up wanting to hit him with a stick, only that wouldn't have got anything done.
It was a guy from school. Only he was still school age and I'm not now, so he was a kid. And yet at the same time a pretty guy who I'd liked. Which is just... can my dreams not update rather than present me with moral quandries? Meh.
Huh. Methos would be all 'but she's a kid!' about pretty much the entire human race now. He dates mortals. I wonder what his, like, minimum age is? And if its different for Immortals?
The scary part is this is a pretty typical night's dreams for me. Last sleep they were much more disturbing, but this sleep they were mostly funny, so I write them down.
