Dreams again
Jun. 26th, 2014 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI dreamed I was wandering around having a random adventure and I suddenly realised all the incidents had the same graffiti nearby. They all said Will, some in red and some in blue and some in red and blue. I realised because the latest one had like a whole wall of Will Will WillWill WWiillll Will as red and blue fought it out for space.
... it was a battle of Wills.
... I apparently pun in my sleep.
So then, like in Fringe like I watched yesterday, I went back through scene photos and found the same lurky guys hanging around. One was played by Callum Keith Rennie. I think the other was Will Graham like in Hannibal? But I don't watch that show, I've only tried not to see tumblr pictures. Mostly it was some guy with hair long enough to mostly hide behind and a really good jaw. It could have been Bucky. That would be prettier. Bucky in the blue corner and CKR in the red, battling it out via competitive assassination.
Or stuff that isn't killing, maybe, the dream was fuzzier on that and didn't seem to consider it important. There were hot guys, i guess it prioritised.
My bit of the dream was mostly running around with Hawkeye. To start with he'd been thrown to the ghosts for judgement and I leapt to his defence. I tried to explain why he'd done what he'd done (which mostly involved making a lot more ghosts) and then I said I'd take half of any punishment. Which could have been getting killed. You'd think both of us getting only half killed would work out okay after hospital time, but once there are ghosts involved, that might go poorly. So there were ghosts all swirling around and being judgy at us and it was the one night of the year they could get back in to the world so they took us back and set us to work.
... this involved finding everyone wearing purple underwear and helping them somehow.
... that part I think I maybe should leave out, but, you know, dream.
So we went looking for people in purple striped bikinis, as you do, and found out if they needed some superheroics. Which mostly they did. And sometimes we split up because different talents were needed, and other times we worked together. I started getting pretty good at superheroics too. I would just know useful things, probably because of hanging out with ghosts, and I was good at going un noticed. That's my usual Insignificance power, which is way more useful than invisibility, since even if they hear you they just don't pay attention. So I could wander around learning things and Hawkeye could do something about them. It worked out.
The last assignment involved some people who'd just usurped a kingdom and declared themselves regents, a bloke and his pregnant wife deciding they would be the bosses until the six year old who'd actually inherited grew up. I don't know who was wearing the purple. They were all wearing modern clothes, and old school dynastic politics looks much stinkier in modern clothes, like you're used to it from old timey clothes but moderns should know better. I mostly frowned at them and made them feel bad about their life choices. But then it turned out they'd taken over because someone else wanted to take over and they'd discovered a plot to get rid of all competing bloodlines, so either they were bosses or they were corpses. Which, you know, reason. So I called Hawkeye in and explained. I don't know what he did about it but we had to get out of town swiftish after and caught a bus.
On the bus there was a really really really old dude, as played by Morgan Freeman. He was old enough to remember when slaves were legal in America, but he just looked ordinary old, only with a very white afro so he kind of had a halo going on. I knew him from somewhere so I let Hawkeye go off to chat with Buffy the vampire slayer (don't ask, I don't know) and I sat down to talk about the state of the world and how terrible things were getting. Old guy agreed with me, very scary how things were going. And then the guy in the seat in front turned around and grinned. It was CKR, and he was indeed scary. He held out a hand to shake to introduce himself, and then scratched Will into my hand with his claw. That was how I knew he was red Will.
So then in the dream I was kind of hazy on what happened next but woke up pretty sure it involved a very good time. Which is not where that looked like it was going. Not the first thought for claws, even attached to CKR.
The other bit of my dream was about new houses and discovering places were cold and draughty and how much I really do not like windows, let alone them big windows pretending to be walls some houses like.
Oh, and being sold really, really, ugly furniture by that rude bloke on Top Gear.
... actually it was curvy 60s looking chairs in rainbow spots on silver glitter, and I quite liked it, but I can see how it's a bit much for a living room chair.
I need to do something useful and productive with my awake hours.
... it was a battle of Wills.
... I apparently pun in my sleep.
So then, like in Fringe like I watched yesterday, I went back through scene photos and found the same lurky guys hanging around. One was played by Callum Keith Rennie. I think the other was Will Graham like in Hannibal? But I don't watch that show, I've only tried not to see tumblr pictures. Mostly it was some guy with hair long enough to mostly hide behind and a really good jaw. It could have been Bucky. That would be prettier. Bucky in the blue corner and CKR in the red, battling it out via competitive assassination.
Or stuff that isn't killing, maybe, the dream was fuzzier on that and didn't seem to consider it important. There were hot guys, i guess it prioritised.
My bit of the dream was mostly running around with Hawkeye. To start with he'd been thrown to the ghosts for judgement and I leapt to his defence. I tried to explain why he'd done what he'd done (which mostly involved making a lot more ghosts) and then I said I'd take half of any punishment. Which could have been getting killed. You'd think both of us getting only half killed would work out okay after hospital time, but once there are ghosts involved, that might go poorly. So there were ghosts all swirling around and being judgy at us and it was the one night of the year they could get back in to the world so they took us back and set us to work.
... this involved finding everyone wearing purple underwear and helping them somehow.
... that part I think I maybe should leave out, but, you know, dream.
So we went looking for people in purple striped bikinis, as you do, and found out if they needed some superheroics. Which mostly they did. And sometimes we split up because different talents were needed, and other times we worked together. I started getting pretty good at superheroics too. I would just know useful things, probably because of hanging out with ghosts, and I was good at going un noticed. That's my usual Insignificance power, which is way more useful than invisibility, since even if they hear you they just don't pay attention. So I could wander around learning things and Hawkeye could do something about them. It worked out.
The last assignment involved some people who'd just usurped a kingdom and declared themselves regents, a bloke and his pregnant wife deciding they would be the bosses until the six year old who'd actually inherited grew up. I don't know who was wearing the purple. They were all wearing modern clothes, and old school dynastic politics looks much stinkier in modern clothes, like you're used to it from old timey clothes but moderns should know better. I mostly frowned at them and made them feel bad about their life choices. But then it turned out they'd taken over because someone else wanted to take over and they'd discovered a plot to get rid of all competing bloodlines, so either they were bosses or they were corpses. Which, you know, reason. So I called Hawkeye in and explained. I don't know what he did about it but we had to get out of town swiftish after and caught a bus.
On the bus there was a really really really old dude, as played by Morgan Freeman. He was old enough to remember when slaves were legal in America, but he just looked ordinary old, only with a very white afro so he kind of had a halo going on. I knew him from somewhere so I let Hawkeye go off to chat with Buffy the vampire slayer (don't ask, I don't know) and I sat down to talk about the state of the world and how terrible things were getting. Old guy agreed with me, very scary how things were going. And then the guy in the seat in front turned around and grinned. It was CKR, and he was indeed scary. He held out a hand to shake to introduce himself, and then scratched Will into my hand with his claw. That was how I knew he was red Will.
So then in the dream I was kind of hazy on what happened next but woke up pretty sure it involved a very good time. Which is not where that looked like it was going. Not the first thought for claws, even attached to CKR.
The other bit of my dream was about new houses and discovering places were cold and draughty and how much I really do not like windows, let alone them big windows pretending to be walls some houses like.
Oh, and being sold really, really, ugly furniture by that rude bloke on Top Gear.
... actually it was curvy 60s looking chairs in rainbow spots on silver glitter, and I quite liked it, but I can see how it's a bit much for a living room chair.
I need to do something useful and productive with my awake hours.
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Date: 2014-06-30 01:15 am (UTC)