Nasty dreams
Sep. 6th, 2010 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethThis morning I dreamed I beat someone to death with a champagne bottle.
Out of dreams where I die horribly and dreams where I kill horribly, I pick the dying, thanks.
It was worse cause there was this complicated plot where I teamed up with Ace and Charley Pollard to save both the 7th and 8th Doctors, and then me acting like that and knowing how the Doctor would look at me for it.
Yeah, he kills stuff sometimes, but the contrast was immense.
Also there was this twisty thing where I might have been the future version of one of his companions, because I knew too much. I knew whenever something was about to go wrong with the rescue plan, but I had to let it, or else I wouldn't have known. So Ace and Charley got knocked out by gas, because vampires don't need air so it's a great way to secure areas, and I had to get them into the TARDIS, but I couldn't actually touch them, because I didn't remember who I was but I knew not to touch the past. So I had to get the TARDIS over to them. It slides, but it's very heavy indeed.
7 was unconscious somewhere, captured by the enemy, and on the verge of death. 8 was amnesiac (again) and going quite peculiar, being all dopey and smiling and kissing people quite a lot, and it's quite annoying having to find 8 kissing disturbing. Also he was supposed to be hiding so someone buzzed his hair short and changed his clothes and suddenly he looked more like 9, which is obviously very worrying indeed. And we were surrounded by Daleks, who had invaded Earth, but so long ago they were just routine and the humans were looking after themselves when not required for work. Except none of us time travellers remembered that happening, we just looked up one lunch break and saw them all as if they'd always been there. Ace was coming back from the shops with a couple bags of groceries, expecting the Professor back in time for tea, and Charley was in the high street suddenly babysitting a Doctor who'd lost himself.
We traced 7 back to a corporate setting that turned out to be full of vampires. 8's TARDIS could get us in but Ace had to get 7 and his TARDIS out. We materialised in a closet next to the labs, so Ace could go pick up all the Doctor's samples, then we headed out to find him, but a woman walked in. I grabbed the bottle and smashed her face in before she could scream. I knocked her teeth out and when she rolled over kept hitting her until her skull was mush. And the bottle broke. She was probably a vampire, but that's no excuse. That was just grotesque. And then a different woman walked in with her face all bruised up, and stopped in the doorway, looking at me with a broken bottle in my hand covered in blood. But Ace gives one medical kit to Charley and sends her to me, as if the blood is mine, and takes the other first aid box out to the women in the hall, who had come in looking for a doctor. Who was probably the woman I'd just killed.
When I woke up after this dream it was still dark and some stupid hour of the morning but I stayed awake a long time just feeling sick and horrible.
After I finally got back to sleep I dreamed about a prisoner of war camp with all sorts of familiar faces in, the crews of several ships called Enterprise, and Steve McQueen from The Great Escape. I haven't seen the film for ages but I guess my subconscious knows who belongs in these films. Lots of shirtless men being clever. And a weird sort of gladiatorial combat thing set in a maze with a minotaur. I was supervising the maze and the minotaur. So, I was working for the bad guys. But trying to give the good guys every advantage. Plus I'd realised the minotaur was actually a person, just a person who didn't use sound to communicate. We'd worked out some sign language for me to talk to him, and he could nod and shake his head, but being hooved sign wasn't really going to work for replying. The dream was a few minutes where I showed the newly arrived combatants the ground they'd be fighting on. And then they played hide and seek with the minotaur. Which greatly resembled the beast getting out of control with lots of screaming and running and stuff, but really meant they all had a chance to get a good look around the maze while they were still allowed to climb over the tops of walls and look down from above.
The reason I was working for both sides was I'd been captured once and fallen for a man of honor. Or possibly the concept of honor, even in the grimmest conditions. Our side routinely sold prisoners of war as slaves, all sorts of slaves, which was why most of the female crew had quite a different set of problems. But when the slavers went over to the other guys pow camp they not only refused to sell, they fought to defend the prisoners. When our side got us back they just didn't believe it. They said everyone has their price. I said, what would they do for their weight in gold? Pretty much anything? The guy who'd captured me was Lt Malcolm Reed. He was offered our weight in gold, for every prisoner, plus his own weight for a tip. A rather symbolic tip with quite the opposite impact they were hoping, cause he just could not be bought. He wasn't tempted for a millisecond. That's not what you do with prisoners. So once I got put in charge of prisoners I started trying to find other ways. Without ending up sold off myself.
Good points as plot bunny: did I mention shirtless? and with honor.
not so good as plot bunny: civilised white mens show girls how to do honor.
eh. I repaint people for writing.
so that dream was better, yet still creepy.
dear subconscious: am not a bad guy. thanks.
Out of dreams where I die horribly and dreams where I kill horribly, I pick the dying, thanks.
It was worse cause there was this complicated plot where I teamed up with Ace and Charley Pollard to save both the 7th and 8th Doctors, and then me acting like that and knowing how the Doctor would look at me for it.
Yeah, he kills stuff sometimes, but the contrast was immense.
Also there was this twisty thing where I might have been the future version of one of his companions, because I knew too much. I knew whenever something was about to go wrong with the rescue plan, but I had to let it, or else I wouldn't have known. So Ace and Charley got knocked out by gas, because vampires don't need air so it's a great way to secure areas, and I had to get them into the TARDIS, but I couldn't actually touch them, because I didn't remember who I was but I knew not to touch the past. So I had to get the TARDIS over to them. It slides, but it's very heavy indeed.
7 was unconscious somewhere, captured by the enemy, and on the verge of death. 8 was amnesiac (again) and going quite peculiar, being all dopey and smiling and kissing people quite a lot, and it's quite annoying having to find 8 kissing disturbing. Also he was supposed to be hiding so someone buzzed his hair short and changed his clothes and suddenly he looked more like 9, which is obviously very worrying indeed. And we were surrounded by Daleks, who had invaded Earth, but so long ago they were just routine and the humans were looking after themselves when not required for work. Except none of us time travellers remembered that happening, we just looked up one lunch break and saw them all as if they'd always been there. Ace was coming back from the shops with a couple bags of groceries, expecting the Professor back in time for tea, and Charley was in the high street suddenly babysitting a Doctor who'd lost himself.
We traced 7 back to a corporate setting that turned out to be full of vampires. 8's TARDIS could get us in but Ace had to get 7 and his TARDIS out. We materialised in a closet next to the labs, so Ace could go pick up all the Doctor's samples, then we headed out to find him, but a woman walked in. I grabbed the bottle and smashed her face in before she could scream. I knocked her teeth out and when she rolled over kept hitting her until her skull was mush. And the bottle broke. She was probably a vampire, but that's no excuse. That was just grotesque. And then a different woman walked in with her face all bruised up, and stopped in the doorway, looking at me with a broken bottle in my hand covered in blood. But Ace gives one medical kit to Charley and sends her to me, as if the blood is mine, and takes the other first aid box out to the women in the hall, who had come in looking for a doctor. Who was probably the woman I'd just killed.
When I woke up after this dream it was still dark and some stupid hour of the morning but I stayed awake a long time just feeling sick and horrible.
After I finally got back to sleep I dreamed about a prisoner of war camp with all sorts of familiar faces in, the crews of several ships called Enterprise, and Steve McQueen from The Great Escape. I haven't seen the film for ages but I guess my subconscious knows who belongs in these films. Lots of shirtless men being clever. And a weird sort of gladiatorial combat thing set in a maze with a minotaur. I was supervising the maze and the minotaur. So, I was working for the bad guys. But trying to give the good guys every advantage. Plus I'd realised the minotaur was actually a person, just a person who didn't use sound to communicate. We'd worked out some sign language for me to talk to him, and he could nod and shake his head, but being hooved sign wasn't really going to work for replying. The dream was a few minutes where I showed the newly arrived combatants the ground they'd be fighting on. And then they played hide and seek with the minotaur. Which greatly resembled the beast getting out of control with lots of screaming and running and stuff, but really meant they all had a chance to get a good look around the maze while they were still allowed to climb over the tops of walls and look down from above.
The reason I was working for both sides was I'd been captured once and fallen for a man of honor. Or possibly the concept of honor, even in the grimmest conditions. Our side routinely sold prisoners of war as slaves, all sorts of slaves, which was why most of the female crew had quite a different set of problems. But when the slavers went over to the other guys pow camp they not only refused to sell, they fought to defend the prisoners. When our side got us back they just didn't believe it. They said everyone has their price. I said, what would they do for their weight in gold? Pretty much anything? The guy who'd captured me was Lt Malcolm Reed. He was offered our weight in gold, for every prisoner, plus his own weight for a tip. A rather symbolic tip with quite the opposite impact they were hoping, cause he just could not be bought. He wasn't tempted for a millisecond. That's not what you do with prisoners. So once I got put in charge of prisoners I started trying to find other ways. Without ending up sold off myself.
Good points as plot bunny: did I mention shirtless? and with honor.
not so good as plot bunny: civilised white mens show girls how to do honor.
eh. I repaint people for writing.
so that dream was better, yet still creepy.
dear subconscious: am not a bad guy. thanks.