Dreams and more dreams
Oct. 12th, 2012 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethToday's song stuck in my head is 'too many dicks on the dance floor'.
My dreams, as a break from the usual adventuring, included Spock, chocolate frosting, and pon farr.
And rather a lot of other people.
Especially since at that point I realised it was a dream and started making suggestions to my subconscious.
Most of the dream was about a sort of hidden object game adventure where we had to find the pieces to some war robots and also uncover the means to communicate with them. The robots looked awesome wicked scary when they were assembled, but then people discovered that if they took a sip of a particular drink they started looking like regular smiling people in army, navy, air force and marines uniforms. So everyone was passing the bottle around so the robots looked like their friends. I figured that scary war robots looking like smiling friends was actually kind of a problem, so I kept drinking the stuff (Ribena and Sprite and Tizer I think, and some people suggested Cola but I decided to leave that to others because I'd get a headache and be no use to anyone.) The second sip made them stop smiling, and the third went all samurai grimace faced, and they kept getting scarier from there. By the end of the bottle they once again looked like vicious war robots, but I'd seen what went into the making of them and understood them well enough, and they granted me command. Tattoos magically appeared on my shoulders as a sign of this. Different ones for Army and Air Force, and then I went looking for Navy and Marines drinks. I think the Marines were Tizer and the Army were Ribena and the Air Force was Sprite, but I didn't know which was Navy. The cola people hadn't developed tattoos, or indeed any particular insight uncommon to the caffeinated. But while looking for more drinks I found the chocolate frosting.
... slight break from plot for a while.
Then the robot those four robots had been built to fight against turned up and started to assemble itself. It was going to be big. Very, very big. So I set the air force bot to scoop up its head and take evasive action for as long as possible, and the others to try and pound the remaining bot bits until they stopped trying to conquer.
But people started to get seriously hurt, and I realised we were short a bot. There were still a lot of objects lying around. So I started collecting together all the red fuzzy blankets and some big plastic gloves and presto, Medical bot. Which then changed into Watson from BBC Sherlock and held my hand as we ended up chasing a white rabbit through the secret passages hidden in the wood panel walls.
My brain: I don't even know.
Later dreams featured a very much younger Tony Stark, looking like a very much younger RDJr. Is the problem with having seen him so much, my brain has much to work with. He looked kind of jail bait for a really long time there. In this dream he already had his Iron Man suit but no other superheros had turned up yet. He was hanging out with... okay, even in the dream this made me all blinky and raised eyebrow, but... teen icons from the 90s, wearing leather jackets and an assortment of sunglasses. Think Beverly Hills 90210 and New Kids on the Block. I'm vaguely embarrassed that my brain even still has this data.
So there was me, still my age, feeling like I'd time travelled even though it was more of an alternate universe thing. So I played the River Song bit, the 'I know you better than anyone else alive', with Tony. Which was fun. He guessed, eventually. Said it as a statement, "You're my wife." I was all "Is that a proposal? Yes." :-)
The AU had a lot more magic, more routinely used, and was more horror inflected than the Iron Man films. There was someone else with a suit of armour, one that articulated and put itself on and off like Tony's suitcase suit, but when we pressed the places that make it emergency remove the person it started to reveal looked ten days dead and smelled really appalling and all kinds of biohazard warnings sounded. Either they'd been wearing the suit as a medical prostheses, or the suit was wearing them.
... I woke up and had a drink of water.
Is the most frustrating thing about my dreams, they set up really great situations and then leave me to figure them out while awake. All middle, no endings.
Then I was back in the mostly magic 'verse, and walking down the street about 12 feet above the ground to avoid all the people. Except there were other people up there too, and some clipboard people on stilts to intercept us.
One of the clipboard people accosted me by name and said I was 39. I was rude. Well if someone adds a half decade to you that's pretty rude too. So I kept walking, and when they kept trying to keep up I told them to piss off, and lots of other things one really feels like saying to clipboard people but is too well socialised to say while awake.
But then their allies kidnapped me and shoved me in a bus with other people they'd grabbed, and the bus rolled off to take us to parts unknown. But we probably did not want to be there.
So I put my hands on the roof of the bus and pushed. "Up," I said. And then the rest of the bus, who turned out to have significant magic users, joined in in chorus, "Up, up, up," until the bus rose really very fast and headed right into the cloud layer. Once there I just concentrated on holding on. I'd hit the panic button and I knew my husband was on his way. 3, 2, 1, *clunk* as Iron Man landed on the roof.
He leaned over the front, saw me sitting by the window, popped the faceplate to grin, and then got back on with rescuing us.
Thor helped. Really femme Thor. Not a girl, just with manicure and pretty colors and makeup and a generally slinky look. Somehow it combined oddly with the hammer.
And then I woke up again again and decided 12 hours asleep was really quite enough.
I'm in really quite a good mood, but the sleeping all the time leaves me very little time to do anything with said good mood, so is less helpful than it could be.
Yesterday I went to Sainsbury's and bought a bunch of new foods because the old foods weren't helping. So today I got up because I decided I wanted vegetable spring rolls for breakfast. They're very nice.
My dreams, as a break from the usual adventuring, included Spock, chocolate frosting, and pon farr.
And rather a lot of other people.
Especially since at that point I realised it was a dream and started making suggestions to my subconscious.
Most of the dream was about a sort of hidden object game adventure where we had to find the pieces to some war robots and also uncover the means to communicate with them. The robots looked awesome wicked scary when they were assembled, but then people discovered that if they took a sip of a particular drink they started looking like regular smiling people in army, navy, air force and marines uniforms. So everyone was passing the bottle around so the robots looked like their friends. I figured that scary war robots looking like smiling friends was actually kind of a problem, so I kept drinking the stuff (Ribena and Sprite and Tizer I think, and some people suggested Cola but I decided to leave that to others because I'd get a headache and be no use to anyone.) The second sip made them stop smiling, and the third went all samurai grimace faced, and they kept getting scarier from there. By the end of the bottle they once again looked like vicious war robots, but I'd seen what went into the making of them and understood them well enough, and they granted me command. Tattoos magically appeared on my shoulders as a sign of this. Different ones for Army and Air Force, and then I went looking for Navy and Marines drinks. I think the Marines were Tizer and the Army were Ribena and the Air Force was Sprite, but I didn't know which was Navy. The cola people hadn't developed tattoos, or indeed any particular insight uncommon to the caffeinated. But while looking for more drinks I found the chocolate frosting.
... slight break from plot for a while.
Then the robot those four robots had been built to fight against turned up and started to assemble itself. It was going to be big. Very, very big. So I set the air force bot to scoop up its head and take evasive action for as long as possible, and the others to try and pound the remaining bot bits until they stopped trying to conquer.
But people started to get seriously hurt, and I realised we were short a bot. There were still a lot of objects lying around. So I started collecting together all the red fuzzy blankets and some big plastic gloves and presto, Medical bot. Which then changed into Watson from BBC Sherlock and held my hand as we ended up chasing a white rabbit through the secret passages hidden in the wood panel walls.
My brain: I don't even know.
Later dreams featured a very much younger Tony Stark, looking like a very much younger RDJr. Is the problem with having seen him so much, my brain has much to work with. He looked kind of jail bait for a really long time there. In this dream he already had his Iron Man suit but no other superheros had turned up yet. He was hanging out with... okay, even in the dream this made me all blinky and raised eyebrow, but... teen icons from the 90s, wearing leather jackets and an assortment of sunglasses. Think Beverly Hills 90210 and New Kids on the Block. I'm vaguely embarrassed that my brain even still has this data.
So there was me, still my age, feeling like I'd time travelled even though it was more of an alternate universe thing. So I played the River Song bit, the 'I know you better than anyone else alive', with Tony. Which was fun. He guessed, eventually. Said it as a statement, "You're my wife." I was all "Is that a proposal? Yes." :-)
The AU had a lot more magic, more routinely used, and was more horror inflected than the Iron Man films. There was someone else with a suit of armour, one that articulated and put itself on and off like Tony's suitcase suit, but when we pressed the places that make it emergency remove the person it started to reveal looked ten days dead and smelled really appalling and all kinds of biohazard warnings sounded. Either they'd been wearing the suit as a medical prostheses, or the suit was wearing them.
... I woke up and had a drink of water.
Is the most frustrating thing about my dreams, they set up really great situations and then leave me to figure them out while awake. All middle, no endings.
Then I was back in the mostly magic 'verse, and walking down the street about 12 feet above the ground to avoid all the people. Except there were other people up there too, and some clipboard people on stilts to intercept us.
One of the clipboard people accosted me by name and said I was 39. I was rude. Well if someone adds a half decade to you that's pretty rude too. So I kept walking, and when they kept trying to keep up I told them to piss off, and lots of other things one really feels like saying to clipboard people but is too well socialised to say while awake.
But then their allies kidnapped me and shoved me in a bus with other people they'd grabbed, and the bus rolled off to take us to parts unknown. But we probably did not want to be there.
So I put my hands on the roof of the bus and pushed. "Up," I said. And then the rest of the bus, who turned out to have significant magic users, joined in in chorus, "Up, up, up," until the bus rose really very fast and headed right into the cloud layer. Once there I just concentrated on holding on. I'd hit the panic button and I knew my husband was on his way. 3, 2, 1, *clunk* as Iron Man landed on the roof.
He leaned over the front, saw me sitting by the window, popped the faceplate to grin, and then got back on with rescuing us.
Thor helped. Really femme Thor. Not a girl, just with manicure and pretty colors and makeup and a generally slinky look. Somehow it combined oddly with the hammer.
And then I woke up again again and decided 12 hours asleep was really quite enough.
I'm in really quite a good mood, but the sleeping all the time leaves me very little time to do anything with said good mood, so is less helpful than it could be.
Yesterday I went to Sainsbury's and bought a bunch of new foods because the old foods weren't helping. So today I got up because I decided I wanted vegetable spring rolls for breakfast. They're very nice.