Ritual cannibalism: great for kids!
Sep. 20th, 2011 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethTonight I mostly dreamed about a giant feast culminating in cannibalism.
Thanks, Doctor Who: The Hounds of Artemis. Thanks so much.
Of course it's my subconscious that adds the details, like the kebab sliced style of presenting the meat, and the projectile vomiting of blood that results from having eaten. I still feel like I need to wash. But my laundry is in the bath and the blood is entirely imaginary so I won't.
The feast had lots of courses, all the different meats, and the idea was to put human flesh on the same level as animal flesh and hence say humans were nothing more than beasts. After the eating part there would be other degeneracies all night on the same theme. It's a bit of a waste really, you could do much the same physical actions to say beasts are as important as humans, and to share in a spiritual connection to the dead. But no, the point was all humans are is just meat at the end.
Which I in the dream was reasonably sure wasn't true, since I was a spirit that had to negotiate to be allowed to use human bodies to interact with the world. I could time travel. It was pretty cool. Also, I'd acquired the body of Cordelia Chase, who was not using it by that time. Also cool.
Then the bad thing arrived, wearing the body of someone that woman had killed. And the bad things didn't wait for people to vacate, they found people who would sell their free will to get something done. Like sell themselves for a particular destruction. So the bad thing was wearing Holtz. (I know it's bad Angel canon to say Cordy killed him. It's a dream. It cares not for canon.) The feast had summoned the bad thing. Rich feedings. Maybe more bodies willingly sold.
There were three of us who appeared to not be partaking at all. Me and the lion went in to try and protect people. ... yes, a lion. Apparently in my dreams I hang out with Aslan. Only not omnipotent. I'd expected the hall to seal shut behind us when we first came in but it only seals when the meat feast reaches its final course. So one more guy wandered in. He looked like Lindsey McDonald, early lawyer version. Only he wasn't Lindsey. There was a complicated thing where he may or may not have been my boyfriend, and I needed to figure it out before morning to know how to act appropriately. Body swapping: not simples. He didn't know what was going on, he didn't remember the last five years. He'd been making a contract to work for some guy, and it said something about exclusivity of intellectual property, that it would all belong to the other guy even when Lindsey thought it. Slight problem, sounds like lawyerese for possession...
So then I woke up and started thinking on a buddhist spin on the whole Supernatural style angels possessing the willing bit. Am not christian. It's annoying having a whole perversion of christianity in my nightmares. Body and blood.
One of these days I'll have nice restful dreams. And I'll wonder who I swapped them with.
Thanks, Doctor Who: The Hounds of Artemis. Thanks so much.
Of course it's my subconscious that adds the details, like the kebab sliced style of presenting the meat, and the projectile vomiting of blood that results from having eaten. I still feel like I need to wash. But my laundry is in the bath and the blood is entirely imaginary so I won't.
The feast had lots of courses, all the different meats, and the idea was to put human flesh on the same level as animal flesh and hence say humans were nothing more than beasts. After the eating part there would be other degeneracies all night on the same theme. It's a bit of a waste really, you could do much the same physical actions to say beasts are as important as humans, and to share in a spiritual connection to the dead. But no, the point was all humans are is just meat at the end.
Which I in the dream was reasonably sure wasn't true, since I was a spirit that had to negotiate to be allowed to use human bodies to interact with the world. I could time travel. It was pretty cool. Also, I'd acquired the body of Cordelia Chase, who was not using it by that time. Also cool.
Then the bad thing arrived, wearing the body of someone that woman had killed. And the bad things didn't wait for people to vacate, they found people who would sell their free will to get something done. Like sell themselves for a particular destruction. So the bad thing was wearing Holtz. (I know it's bad Angel canon to say Cordy killed him. It's a dream. It cares not for canon.) The feast had summoned the bad thing. Rich feedings. Maybe more bodies willingly sold.
There were three of us who appeared to not be partaking at all. Me and the lion went in to try and protect people. ... yes, a lion. Apparently in my dreams I hang out with Aslan. Only not omnipotent. I'd expected the hall to seal shut behind us when we first came in but it only seals when the meat feast reaches its final course. So one more guy wandered in. He looked like Lindsey McDonald, early lawyer version. Only he wasn't Lindsey. There was a complicated thing where he may or may not have been my boyfriend, and I needed to figure it out before morning to know how to act appropriately. Body swapping: not simples. He didn't know what was going on, he didn't remember the last five years. He'd been making a contract to work for some guy, and it said something about exclusivity of intellectual property, that it would all belong to the other guy even when Lindsey thought it. Slight problem, sounds like lawyerese for possession...
So then I woke up and started thinking on a buddhist spin on the whole Supernatural style angels possessing the willing bit. Am not christian. It's annoying having a whole perversion of christianity in my nightmares. Body and blood.
One of these days I'll have nice restful dreams. And I'll wonder who I swapped them with.
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Date: 2011-09-22 05:12 am (UTC)And having a lion around sounds like a good idea to me.