Nightmares be gone
May. 20th, 2013 05:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI'm fed up of nightmares. Especially the subtle ones. It's all very well when there's zombie hordes or whatever, problems I can hit until they go away. Those aren't fun to dream but they go away pretty well once I wake up. It's the ones that are about illness and poverty and allergies and things that are difficult to explain once you wake up that stay with you.
Last night's was a particularly subtle one, right up to the end. I was in my flat, only I kept finding things I didn't remember buying, and then I apparently had a cat, since when did I have a cat, I'm allergic to cats, I wouldn't have a cat but this cat is acting like it lives here and it brought all its stuff, and WTF fridge is now glass doors when did I get this fridge? Pure uncanny, the lot of it. If it were a horror movie it'd be psychological horror. Add to that some people and the fear of domestic violence without actual violence occuring and it was just one long off balance tension that creeped me out worse than zombies would have. Difficult to explain why though.
right up until the part where my doppelganger turned up and clawed out my eyes and ripped my jugular out with her teeth. that part was not exactly subtle.
Today's dreams were all kinds of messed up and unwelcome. Therefore I have decided to extract the good bits and just scrub my brain for the rest. Any aspects that were about money or medical emergencies, or a new and unwelcome variation on 'lost in a con hotel' where we're trying to get to sick bay, can just sod right off.
So, dream the first was about seducing a Colonel played by Ben Browder, and dream the second was about being half the Chaplaincy in a brand new space colony, the other half being played by James McAvoy.
I don't think I'd be a very good Chaplain, but eclectic/interfaith chaplain is one of the roles I'd be interested in studying up for. It's the interacting with humans parts I suspect would not go so well. But going to another planet as a not very good at it interfaith chaplain seems like a more defined role than being the random sci fi fan in the corner.
I have daydreams about being the Reverend of Atlantis. Not so much because Atlantis is the most interesting place to be, more because I can imagine what the cathedral would look like, Ancient style. Soaring ceilings and golden glass.
... I daydream architecture a lot. I used to want to be an architect. I'd have to start at the beginning but I could still do that. I mostly want to build grand places though, like cathedrals or temples, or just nice solid homes, not design things other people told me to. I look on rightmove and find places with the bathroom door in the kitchen and I judge them. But presumably some large number of people want things that way. Same like some large number of people must want all this kitchen in the living room bit. I mean, I know on TV everything is more likely to be open plan, and Duncan MacLeod had like one large room for all his stuff, but that's because visually interesting, not because you could do that and run the laundry without driving yourself nuts and keep your expensive electricals dry.
There aren't many things that don't boil down to interacting with other humans. I mean, writing can kind of get away with doing without, because all the humans involved are only in my head, but then they tend towards puppety monologues and it's awkward. Talking to humans is probably necessary precursor to writing realistic humans.
*sigh*
Last night's was a particularly subtle one, right up to the end. I was in my flat, only I kept finding things I didn't remember buying, and then I apparently had a cat, since when did I have a cat, I'm allergic to cats, I wouldn't have a cat but this cat is acting like it lives here and it brought all its stuff, and WTF fridge is now glass doors when did I get this fridge? Pure uncanny, the lot of it. If it were a horror movie it'd be psychological horror. Add to that some people and the fear of domestic violence without actual violence occuring and it was just one long off balance tension that creeped me out worse than zombies would have. Difficult to explain why though.
right up until the part where my doppelganger turned up and clawed out my eyes and ripped my jugular out with her teeth. that part was not exactly subtle.
Today's dreams were all kinds of messed up and unwelcome. Therefore I have decided to extract the good bits and just scrub my brain for the rest. Any aspects that were about money or medical emergencies, or a new and unwelcome variation on 'lost in a con hotel' where we're trying to get to sick bay, can just sod right off.
So, dream the first was about seducing a Colonel played by Ben Browder, and dream the second was about being half the Chaplaincy in a brand new space colony, the other half being played by James McAvoy.
I don't think I'd be a very good Chaplain, but eclectic/interfaith chaplain is one of the roles I'd be interested in studying up for. It's the interacting with humans parts I suspect would not go so well. But going to another planet as a not very good at it interfaith chaplain seems like a more defined role than being the random sci fi fan in the corner.
I have daydreams about being the Reverend of Atlantis. Not so much because Atlantis is the most interesting place to be, more because I can imagine what the cathedral would look like, Ancient style. Soaring ceilings and golden glass.
... I daydream architecture a lot. I used to want to be an architect. I'd have to start at the beginning but I could still do that. I mostly want to build grand places though, like cathedrals or temples, or just nice solid homes, not design things other people told me to. I look on rightmove and find places with the bathroom door in the kitchen and I judge them. But presumably some large number of people want things that way. Same like some large number of people must want all this kitchen in the living room bit. I mean, I know on TV everything is more likely to be open plan, and Duncan MacLeod had like one large room for all his stuff, but that's because visually interesting, not because you could do that and run the laundry without driving yourself nuts and keep your expensive electricals dry.
There aren't many things that don't boil down to interacting with other humans. I mean, writing can kind of get away with doing without, because all the humans involved are only in my head, but then they tend towards puppety monologues and it's awkward. Talking to humans is probably necessary precursor to writing realistic humans.
*sigh*