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beccaelizabethThis morning's dream I dreamt was the less known first season of Angel, before Angel had actually arrived in LA. So there was LA and there were demons of all sorts and portals and a kind of murky noir feel with added supernatural gore and also there were people threatening children.
There were these three little girls being raised by... he looked like Kevin Bacon, and it being LA he could just actually be Kevin Bacon, so lets say they were being raised by Kevin Bacon. And he had protections on his house so they were pretty much safe. But then this new guy visited, and he's a police detective and thinks he's all that, and I think I saw him in a cop movie once but tall white guy with curly blond hair and big blue eyes doesn't exactly narrow it down for googling purposes so I don't know who he was played by. He arrives, and he breaks a thing, and suddenly demons can get in, and they eat Kevin Bacon.
So, problem. Three little kids, mostly unprotected, and one very guilty cop. So, he decides to stick around and raise the girls, protecting them from demons. A whole fatherhood thing. Only he doesn't do that alone, a woman turns up to help him. It turns out she has minor telekinetic powers that only work on line of sight, so she can lock doors from across the room if she can wave her hand at them, but she has to go to the doorway and look through if she wants to lock a door she can't see from here. She knocks a pot off a top shelf and its full of dirt and too heavy to catch and when it breaks on the floor a bunch of thorns come out and wrap around the cop guy and then there's a light and woosh, no more cop guy. She doesn't feel guilty enough for him to be dead, so she kind of figures it was some kind of portal trap, and now she needs to learn a whole lot more to get him out of it. And in the meantime here she is, in LA, knowing no one, and suddenly responsible for these three little kids.
I don't know why the demons are all so set on killing these girls, maybe they're meant to grow up to be the Charmed Ones or something, but in the meantime they seem to have this weird mix of curse and blessing - people keep killing their carers, but the one that does it seems to be looped into the role. If this is pure human guilt then that's fair enough, but if it turns out to be magic a whole lot of people are going to be mightily annoyed.
So this time in the dream some idiot in a tracksuit breaks in and starts asking for protection money, and he keeps pushing pots off the big kitchen shelves. They all break when they hit the floor, and they all have different weird things in. So one pot, two, three, everyone's getting more tense, they keep begging him not to break any more, but four, five pots fall down and the idiot has completed a spell, like any five of those elements would have been a spell, they're prepared somehow. And what has he done? He's reconstituted a demon. Like, some demons come from portals, but this one kind of draws together all the chunky pieces from the different pots and woosh, demon. It mostly looks like a big hooded figure, but the hands are big twisty claw things, and from the screaming the thief dude does when he looks inside the hood you get the feeling you really really don't want to do that.
So the thief runs and the demon pursues and they're outside the doors so the telekinetic woman locks them, but there's another door so she has to go around to get it. And the demon gets back in. She just gets a glimpse of it, but it looks like a very long dead person with their eyes and mouth sewn shut. Behind the stitching though they're trying to twitch open, and there's something in there, and she'd rather not be able to see the demon that is trying to kill her than still have her eyes open when whatever is in there starts showing. So she closes her eyes and backs off. It starts asking questions, but they're about people and things she's never heard of, so all she can say is she doesn't know. It gets frustrated and she gets a sudden pain in her forehead, and her eyes fly open. Its eyes stay shut, thank goodness, but its mouth parts look like Alien, with a second mouth on a tube darting out. That was what bit her, right in the middle of her forehead, and now everything is warm wet dripping and it feels like the blood is getting everywhere, like maybe inside is bleeding too and it runs down inside her nose and throat. She's sort of terrified about what exactly it bit up there. But she still can't answer its questions.
Three little kids to the rescue! They have one bowl each, hot pepper, mushrooms and thorns, smash smash smash. The hot pepper gets it all whipping around and flailing its inner mouth trying to get rid of the feeling, I don't know what the mushrooms do but it starts going white and blobby around bits of its black robe, and then the thorns whip up and encase it. We don't stick around long enough to see if there's any portal type explosions, we're out the other door and running.
The girls are all about the same height and act about the same age. One is mixed race or light skin black with big frizzy natural hair that she's tried to push back with a hairband but it's still as wide as her shoulders, one is a redhead and one is blonde, so they're probably white girls but they're tan enough nobody's really sure. They've got no living relatives so they'd go into the foster system if left alone, and nobody wants that to happen because they're pretty sure that foster care is not demon proof. Only given that every new person who looks after them comes to believe in demons pretty quick I'm thinking a social worker could be more helpful than they feared. It's LA, they probably know from demons already.
So, we're running, and due to having shoes on and not being in pain and bleeding, the kids are running much, much faster than me. So we've set rendezvous points for exactly this contingency, so I tell them to stick together and make for point 5. I stumble along behind and hope for the best.
Point 5 is the other side of a park. There's ways around both edges, but the quickest way is straight through the middle of the park. (I do not know LA to know from parks there, it was all just concrete offices and then hey suddenly park.) So I stumble along trying to look as normal as I possibly can when I'm not sure if I've got a gaping hole in my forehead, keeping my head down and trying not to drip anything disturbing out... which is way more disturbing to type than it was to dream because in the dream I was just lalala nothing to see here move along oh hey better keep running... but I couldn't really run, so I was more shambling and hoping there was somewhere with a first aid kit around here.
Then I randomly ended up in earshot of two people taking a photo of a group of people sitting on steps, talking about how one was an informer and they were going to kill them. Ooookay. So, I go over to the steps, relay this conversation, and say if everyone gets up to leave now then the person that really needs to will have cover. ... they're being told someone is going to kill one of them, by a woman with blood on her face. ... they leave.
So I stumble on some more, and then I find the kids. Which I'm cross about, because we're hardly at the start of the park, they shouldn't be hanging around here waiting for me. But they were more worried about me than about getting away. Sweet, but unhelpful. And now I'm really dizzy and not going much further. So I look around, and I find there's a bunch of horses and carriages waiting to give people rides around the park. Perfect. A treat for the girls. And btw, might one of them possibly have a first aid kit? I ask as I have to have a lie down.
So then Blair Sandburg, shaman, with a wolf spirit guide, turns out to be running the four seater carriage today. And yes, he has a very large first aid kit, which he goes to get with some alacrity. And, not sure I'll stay conscious, I decide if he's got a spirit guide he might actually believe me, and tell him the kids are being chased by demons. He makes serious face and promises to help us.
Then a woman in a grey long business suit that looks too heavy for the weather arrives at the carriage. She is who he's been waiting for, the informer. Blair is still police, he's just undercover right now. Also, with his curly hair loose, it looks a lot like the little black girl's, only browner. There's a lot of hair, and it's shorter so it's bigger. So, anyway, informer lady sees us and worries and is about to run away, but then she sees me bleeding and takes charge quite calmly. She grabs the first aid kit and gets out everything she needs and fixes my forehead, which she assures me doesn't have anything missing as such, just a nasy bite shape. Blair gets the kids up in the carriage and in cover behind it the informer lady takes her grey suit off and has a summer dress underneath. She agrees to share a carriage with us because two ladies with three kids aren't what anyone will be looking for, and are pretty unremarkable for the kind of people getting rides around the park. ... even though I'd publicly linked myself to warning the informer, and am running around bloodstained and barefoot? Blair has some pink flowery wellies for my feets, and the lady's jacket inside out will hide the blood. Onward!
And then I woke up, so Blair's carriage clearly got us right out of demon haunted LA altogether.
So that was pretty neat. I could totally story that. Dreams are just a bit random, narrative tends to need more 'because'.
There were these three little girls being raised by... he looked like Kevin Bacon, and it being LA he could just actually be Kevin Bacon, so lets say they were being raised by Kevin Bacon. And he had protections on his house so they were pretty much safe. But then this new guy visited, and he's a police detective and thinks he's all that, and I think I saw him in a cop movie once but tall white guy with curly blond hair and big blue eyes doesn't exactly narrow it down for googling purposes so I don't know who he was played by. He arrives, and he breaks a thing, and suddenly demons can get in, and they eat Kevin Bacon.
So, problem. Three little kids, mostly unprotected, and one very guilty cop. So, he decides to stick around and raise the girls, protecting them from demons. A whole fatherhood thing. Only he doesn't do that alone, a woman turns up to help him. It turns out she has minor telekinetic powers that only work on line of sight, so she can lock doors from across the room if she can wave her hand at them, but she has to go to the doorway and look through if she wants to lock a door she can't see from here. She knocks a pot off a top shelf and its full of dirt and too heavy to catch and when it breaks on the floor a bunch of thorns come out and wrap around the cop guy and then there's a light and woosh, no more cop guy. She doesn't feel guilty enough for him to be dead, so she kind of figures it was some kind of portal trap, and now she needs to learn a whole lot more to get him out of it. And in the meantime here she is, in LA, knowing no one, and suddenly responsible for these three little kids.
I don't know why the demons are all so set on killing these girls, maybe they're meant to grow up to be the Charmed Ones or something, but in the meantime they seem to have this weird mix of curse and blessing - people keep killing their carers, but the one that does it seems to be looped into the role. If this is pure human guilt then that's fair enough, but if it turns out to be magic a whole lot of people are going to be mightily annoyed.
So this time in the dream some idiot in a tracksuit breaks in and starts asking for protection money, and he keeps pushing pots off the big kitchen shelves. They all break when they hit the floor, and they all have different weird things in. So one pot, two, three, everyone's getting more tense, they keep begging him not to break any more, but four, five pots fall down and the idiot has completed a spell, like any five of those elements would have been a spell, they're prepared somehow. And what has he done? He's reconstituted a demon. Like, some demons come from portals, but this one kind of draws together all the chunky pieces from the different pots and woosh, demon. It mostly looks like a big hooded figure, but the hands are big twisty claw things, and from the screaming the thief dude does when he looks inside the hood you get the feeling you really really don't want to do that.
So the thief runs and the demon pursues and they're outside the doors so the telekinetic woman locks them, but there's another door so she has to go around to get it. And the demon gets back in. She just gets a glimpse of it, but it looks like a very long dead person with their eyes and mouth sewn shut. Behind the stitching though they're trying to twitch open, and there's something in there, and she'd rather not be able to see the demon that is trying to kill her than still have her eyes open when whatever is in there starts showing. So she closes her eyes and backs off. It starts asking questions, but they're about people and things she's never heard of, so all she can say is she doesn't know. It gets frustrated and she gets a sudden pain in her forehead, and her eyes fly open. Its eyes stay shut, thank goodness, but its mouth parts look like Alien, with a second mouth on a tube darting out. That was what bit her, right in the middle of her forehead, and now everything is warm wet dripping and it feels like the blood is getting everywhere, like maybe inside is bleeding too and it runs down inside her nose and throat. She's sort of terrified about what exactly it bit up there. But she still can't answer its questions.
Three little kids to the rescue! They have one bowl each, hot pepper, mushrooms and thorns, smash smash smash. The hot pepper gets it all whipping around and flailing its inner mouth trying to get rid of the feeling, I don't know what the mushrooms do but it starts going white and blobby around bits of its black robe, and then the thorns whip up and encase it. We don't stick around long enough to see if there's any portal type explosions, we're out the other door and running.
The girls are all about the same height and act about the same age. One is mixed race or light skin black with big frizzy natural hair that she's tried to push back with a hairband but it's still as wide as her shoulders, one is a redhead and one is blonde, so they're probably white girls but they're tan enough nobody's really sure. They've got no living relatives so they'd go into the foster system if left alone, and nobody wants that to happen because they're pretty sure that foster care is not demon proof. Only given that every new person who looks after them comes to believe in demons pretty quick I'm thinking a social worker could be more helpful than they feared. It's LA, they probably know from demons already.
So, we're running, and due to having shoes on and not being in pain and bleeding, the kids are running much, much faster than me. So we've set rendezvous points for exactly this contingency, so I tell them to stick together and make for point 5. I stumble along behind and hope for the best.
Point 5 is the other side of a park. There's ways around both edges, but the quickest way is straight through the middle of the park. (I do not know LA to know from parks there, it was all just concrete offices and then hey suddenly park.) So I stumble along trying to look as normal as I possibly can when I'm not sure if I've got a gaping hole in my forehead, keeping my head down and trying not to drip anything disturbing out... which is way more disturbing to type than it was to dream because in the dream I was just lalala nothing to see here move along oh hey better keep running... but I couldn't really run, so I was more shambling and hoping there was somewhere with a first aid kit around here.
Then I randomly ended up in earshot of two people taking a photo of a group of people sitting on steps, talking about how one was an informer and they were going to kill them. Ooookay. So, I go over to the steps, relay this conversation, and say if everyone gets up to leave now then the person that really needs to will have cover. ... they're being told someone is going to kill one of them, by a woman with blood on her face. ... they leave.
So I stumble on some more, and then I find the kids. Which I'm cross about, because we're hardly at the start of the park, they shouldn't be hanging around here waiting for me. But they were more worried about me than about getting away. Sweet, but unhelpful. And now I'm really dizzy and not going much further. So I look around, and I find there's a bunch of horses and carriages waiting to give people rides around the park. Perfect. A treat for the girls. And btw, might one of them possibly have a first aid kit? I ask as I have to have a lie down.
So then Blair Sandburg, shaman, with a wolf spirit guide, turns out to be running the four seater carriage today. And yes, he has a very large first aid kit, which he goes to get with some alacrity. And, not sure I'll stay conscious, I decide if he's got a spirit guide he might actually believe me, and tell him the kids are being chased by demons. He makes serious face and promises to help us.
Then a woman in a grey long business suit that looks too heavy for the weather arrives at the carriage. She is who he's been waiting for, the informer. Blair is still police, he's just undercover right now. Also, with his curly hair loose, it looks a lot like the little black girl's, only browner. There's a lot of hair, and it's shorter so it's bigger. So, anyway, informer lady sees us and worries and is about to run away, but then she sees me bleeding and takes charge quite calmly. She grabs the first aid kit and gets out everything she needs and fixes my forehead, which she assures me doesn't have anything missing as such, just a nasy bite shape. Blair gets the kids up in the carriage and in cover behind it the informer lady takes her grey suit off and has a summer dress underneath. She agrees to share a carriage with us because two ladies with three kids aren't what anyone will be looking for, and are pretty unremarkable for the kind of people getting rides around the park. ... even though I'd publicly linked myself to warning the informer, and am running around bloodstained and barefoot? Blair has some pink flowery wellies for my feets, and the lady's jacket inside out will hide the blood. Onward!
And then I woke up, so Blair's carriage clearly got us right out of demon haunted LA altogether.
So that was pretty neat. I could totally story that. Dreams are just a bit random, narrative tends to need more 'because'.
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Date: 2014-01-24 07:25 pm (UTC)And it just keeps going.
There is some good raw material for a story here. Lots of running.