more dreams
Jul. 18th, 2005 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethToday I again dreamed about a guy who looked a whole lot like Oz.
Actually, earlier I dreamed about a guy who looked like the Cryptkeeper, but granted wishes if you were nice enough to him, and the wish I needed granting was one about not actually dying. So there was snuggling. Sometimes my subconscious needs taking out and shooting.
There was a guy who looked like Oz in that one too. He was kind of this zen acolyte who patiently prepared bodies for freezing. See there was this huge epidemic, and everyone was dying, and the official response was to freeze them all so when they got the cure it wouldn't be too late. There seemed to me to be some flaws in this reasoning but hey, I'd just got there.
It was really far away. There was this moment when I dreamed that was just awesome, where I looked up and it was really dark - no street lights or anything - and I could see stars stretching out to the horizon every direction. And I couldn't recognise any of them.
Far.
It felt like being huge and tiny at the same time. Stars are like that.
I'd woken up there and I was trying to deal with this crazy local situation. There were two factions you see, the people who froze everybody and the people who had decided that if you just shot every infected person then the infection would die with them. Both plans seemed badly flawed to me. I mean even if you cured every surviving person, the frozen bodies would be a reservoir of infection. And the shooting of people made stuff spray all over the place. If there is spatter in the air, there is infection in it. So basically, everyone was being mad.
I was with a guy who looked like Xander and we went from the very calm funereal frozen area through kind of an airlock door, and then I told X "Stand very, very still."
"Why?" He asks, doing it anyway.
*bam*
Someone with a gun shoots something just over our shoulder. I decide looking at whatever it was is not my main priority. Theres a suspension bridge in front of us. Actually, more of a rope bridge, but made of clearish plastic. On the bridge there is a line up of cadets, kids and teenagers, all looking absolutely terrified. And then there are the people with the guns.
So I had to talk us all across the bridge and out of there.
That was fun.
In that way nightmares are.
So, that was the unpleasant version. The fun one... was actually kind of a nightmare too. But,
There was a guy who looked like Oz, in a library. A nice library. The one I've been dreaming lately, multi level with computers between shelves, very modern and airy with interesting views. I haven't been in that library but it keeps reappearing.
Not-Oz definitely didn't look like Oz from some angles, but from others he did. And he was cute. And he was looking up the same things I was. And I was bored and fed up with my little life. So, I just went up to him and asked him out. Asked if he'd like to "grab something to eat and watch a movie. Maybe a date, maybe just to talk. I wanted to meet a new friend."
And he said okay. I think. Ironically it got a bit too loud to hear him. They were watching something on a big screen downstairs and the volume got turned way up. So we'd have to leave the library to go somewhere quiet.
And then it started getting freaky.
I said he'd better not turn out to be a vampire. Because, being a library, there wasn't enough natural light around to check. And then he grabbed me, kissed me, and bit my neck.
Yup, even in dreams, I really know how to pick a guy.
But then that got irrelevant. It hopped to something else entirely, watching different kinds of Cybermen (the original ones and the much later models) get into fights. And the new and improved ones actually lost. And the guys who looked like they had a shiny sock on their heads got shot, fell down, but then got back up again when their assisstants had trashed the other versions. The assisstants looked human, but they actually werent. They were part cyber, and they wanted to be cybermen, but they hadn't gone all the way yet. So the original, more flexible, versions were like a compromise between the meat men and the metal men. Odd thinking of any kind of cyberman as middle ground.
They were trying to leave for their new planet.
They were being oppressed by the meat man majority, so they decided to get a homeworld of their own. And the experience of the next few days would determine how their race developed. If they were allowed to leave peacefully and the humans were willing to let diversity thrive, the new cyber race would be devoted to peaceful scientific exploration and the betterment of their condition. But if they were opposed violently, that would be proof they needed to defend themselves. And the Cybermen would be developed into a warrior race.
So, obviously, it all went Horribly Wrong thus Dooming the Future of Mankind. As tends to happen.
But before they left for the ship one of the human looking guys said there was one person they were leaving behind who he would actually miss. Said it like a confusing confession. And when the cyber leader asked who, he said it was a meat man. The kid locked in the animal control center.
Who was Oz. With me as his new sidekick.
See the version of Oz that has to not feel in order to not be wolfy has some interesting points of comparison to your typical tin man. Robots being very logical. So it was like he didn't have the metal but inside they felt he was one of them.
He didn't like that idea much.
But we were there because it was the most convenient place to get into these wierd time travel conduits. They probably weren't deliberate. They were a bit like slipstream, but they led between points of temporal disturbance.
We needed to get to Skaro. Because the only way to ride out the Time Wars could be accessed on either Skaro or Gallifrey, and no one could get to Gallifrey even when it existed. So, Dalek planet was the only route to safety.
We surfed on these little silver mesh things that actually look like my laundry hamper before it was completely folded open. Only silver. So, they were quite small. And with a fairly open mesh but a ribbon around the edge. And they were nice and soft but stiffened around the ribbon.
I found this amusing. My laundry hamper can time travel. But I also found this entirely in keeping with BBC SFX. £1.25 of cheap thing, some scissors and some silver spray. Sorted.
Anyway, we escaped from the Cybermen by jumping in among the Daleks. Rather a frying pan & fire situation by normal standards. We managed to arrive in a tense moment - as the structure of the time twisters meant we always would, since it tracked disruption. The Daleks had the TARDIS surrounded, lots of pepperpots round the little blue box. And then we drop in out of a bright light right in the middle of them. There was this great effect where we were heading towards them and the light at the end of the tunnel did this fisheye lens thing and gradually resolved into the ear lights on top of a whole ton of Daleks. Which was around the point I realised that, while you could steer, you could not in fact turn around, or even slow down on those things.
So splat.
Concrete floor, and many many Daleks looking at us without amusement.
And then the TARDIS started making flashing lights, which got their full attention.
So then I woke up. I'm vaguely annoyed, because I want to know what happened next. I mean the concept that the Time War could be anticipated by the not-Oz guy (who was actually incredibly old, just looked my age, and who made me just like him, unaging but no bloodlust), the idea that *anyone* could forsee the Time War, that was interesting. And the idea that the very structural damage that was the fallout to the Time War could become a route through time to, like, the eye of the storm, the place in the middle of it where you could ride it out in the one calm spot... That has potential. Especially since I think it was Gallifrey. Just not a version of Gallifrey that could be accessed via normal, stable time. Only through that last vast rip that started on Skaro. Which was why we had to surf there.
If I was writing plotty Doctor Who fic that feels like an interesting place to start.
What if Gallifrey isn't dead, just fallen through the cracks? Permanently out of phase, or stuck in a loop. All kinds of strange things can happen once you start messing with time. And if the loop was small enough - if it only overlapped linear time in that one picosecond where the blast hit - then the Doctor wouldn't sense his people, except for in that instant, which would feel so loud it would be all their screaming. Obi Wan moment. So he'd avoid it. And secrets could happen there. And he couldn't take the TARDIS with him - no protection, no nice home place, maybe even no way out. But we found the one way in. Through the cracks.
After that, anything could happen. Absolutely anything.
So I got Oz smoochies and plot bunnies. Pretty cool.
Of course I didn't actually get what felt like sufficient sleep, but hey, details...
Actually, earlier I dreamed about a guy who looked like the Cryptkeeper, but granted wishes if you were nice enough to him, and the wish I needed granting was one about not actually dying. So there was snuggling. Sometimes my subconscious needs taking out and shooting.
There was a guy who looked like Oz in that one too. He was kind of this zen acolyte who patiently prepared bodies for freezing. See there was this huge epidemic, and everyone was dying, and the official response was to freeze them all so when they got the cure it wouldn't be too late. There seemed to me to be some flaws in this reasoning but hey, I'd just got there.
It was really far away. There was this moment when I dreamed that was just awesome, where I looked up and it was really dark - no street lights or anything - and I could see stars stretching out to the horizon every direction. And I couldn't recognise any of them.
Far.
It felt like being huge and tiny at the same time. Stars are like that.
I'd woken up there and I was trying to deal with this crazy local situation. There were two factions you see, the people who froze everybody and the people who had decided that if you just shot every infected person then the infection would die with them. Both plans seemed badly flawed to me. I mean even if you cured every surviving person, the frozen bodies would be a reservoir of infection. And the shooting of people made stuff spray all over the place. If there is spatter in the air, there is infection in it. So basically, everyone was being mad.
I was with a guy who looked like Xander and we went from the very calm funereal frozen area through kind of an airlock door, and then I told X "Stand very, very still."
"Why?" He asks, doing it anyway.
*bam*
Someone with a gun shoots something just over our shoulder. I decide looking at whatever it was is not my main priority. Theres a suspension bridge in front of us. Actually, more of a rope bridge, but made of clearish plastic. On the bridge there is a line up of cadets, kids and teenagers, all looking absolutely terrified. And then there are the people with the guns.
So I had to talk us all across the bridge and out of there.
That was fun.
In that way nightmares are.
So, that was the unpleasant version. The fun one... was actually kind of a nightmare too. But,
There was a guy who looked like Oz, in a library. A nice library. The one I've been dreaming lately, multi level with computers between shelves, very modern and airy with interesting views. I haven't been in that library but it keeps reappearing.
Not-Oz definitely didn't look like Oz from some angles, but from others he did. And he was cute. And he was looking up the same things I was. And I was bored and fed up with my little life. So, I just went up to him and asked him out. Asked if he'd like to "grab something to eat and watch a movie. Maybe a date, maybe just to talk. I wanted to meet a new friend."
And he said okay. I think. Ironically it got a bit too loud to hear him. They were watching something on a big screen downstairs and the volume got turned way up. So we'd have to leave the library to go somewhere quiet.
And then it started getting freaky.
I said he'd better not turn out to be a vampire. Because, being a library, there wasn't enough natural light around to check. And then he grabbed me, kissed me, and bit my neck.
Yup, even in dreams, I really know how to pick a guy.
But then that got irrelevant. It hopped to something else entirely, watching different kinds of Cybermen (the original ones and the much later models) get into fights. And the new and improved ones actually lost. And the guys who looked like they had a shiny sock on their heads got shot, fell down, but then got back up again when their assisstants had trashed the other versions. The assisstants looked human, but they actually werent. They were part cyber, and they wanted to be cybermen, but they hadn't gone all the way yet. So the original, more flexible, versions were like a compromise between the meat men and the metal men. Odd thinking of any kind of cyberman as middle ground.
They were trying to leave for their new planet.
They were being oppressed by the meat man majority, so they decided to get a homeworld of their own. And the experience of the next few days would determine how their race developed. If they were allowed to leave peacefully and the humans were willing to let diversity thrive, the new cyber race would be devoted to peaceful scientific exploration and the betterment of their condition. But if they were opposed violently, that would be proof they needed to defend themselves. And the Cybermen would be developed into a warrior race.
So, obviously, it all went Horribly Wrong thus Dooming the Future of Mankind. As tends to happen.
But before they left for the ship one of the human looking guys said there was one person they were leaving behind who he would actually miss. Said it like a confusing confession. And when the cyber leader asked who, he said it was a meat man. The kid locked in the animal control center.
Who was Oz. With me as his new sidekick.
See the version of Oz that has to not feel in order to not be wolfy has some interesting points of comparison to your typical tin man. Robots being very logical. So it was like he didn't have the metal but inside they felt he was one of them.
He didn't like that idea much.
But we were there because it was the most convenient place to get into these wierd time travel conduits. They probably weren't deliberate. They were a bit like slipstream, but they led between points of temporal disturbance.
We needed to get to Skaro. Because the only way to ride out the Time Wars could be accessed on either Skaro or Gallifrey, and no one could get to Gallifrey even when it existed. So, Dalek planet was the only route to safety.
We surfed on these little silver mesh things that actually look like my laundry hamper before it was completely folded open. Only silver. So, they were quite small. And with a fairly open mesh but a ribbon around the edge. And they were nice and soft but stiffened around the ribbon.
I found this amusing. My laundry hamper can time travel. But I also found this entirely in keeping with BBC SFX. £1.25 of cheap thing, some scissors and some silver spray. Sorted.
Anyway, we escaped from the Cybermen by jumping in among the Daleks. Rather a frying pan & fire situation by normal standards. We managed to arrive in a tense moment - as the structure of the time twisters meant we always would, since it tracked disruption. The Daleks had the TARDIS surrounded, lots of pepperpots round the little blue box. And then we drop in out of a bright light right in the middle of them. There was this great effect where we were heading towards them and the light at the end of the tunnel did this fisheye lens thing and gradually resolved into the ear lights on top of a whole ton of Daleks. Which was around the point I realised that, while you could steer, you could not in fact turn around, or even slow down on those things.
So splat.
Concrete floor, and many many Daleks looking at us without amusement.
And then the TARDIS started making flashing lights, which got their full attention.
So then I woke up. I'm vaguely annoyed, because I want to know what happened next. I mean the concept that the Time War could be anticipated by the not-Oz guy (who was actually incredibly old, just looked my age, and who made me just like him, unaging but no bloodlust), the idea that *anyone* could forsee the Time War, that was interesting. And the idea that the very structural damage that was the fallout to the Time War could become a route through time to, like, the eye of the storm, the place in the middle of it where you could ride it out in the one calm spot... That has potential. Especially since I think it was Gallifrey. Just not a version of Gallifrey that could be accessed via normal, stable time. Only through that last vast rip that started on Skaro. Which was why we had to surf there.
If I was writing plotty Doctor Who fic that feels like an interesting place to start.
What if Gallifrey isn't dead, just fallen through the cracks? Permanently out of phase, or stuck in a loop. All kinds of strange things can happen once you start messing with time. And if the loop was small enough - if it only overlapped linear time in that one picosecond where the blast hit - then the Doctor wouldn't sense his people, except for in that instant, which would feel so loud it would be all their screaming. Obi Wan moment. So he'd avoid it. And secrets could happen there. And he couldn't take the TARDIS with him - no protection, no nice home place, maybe even no way out. But we found the one way in. Through the cracks.
After that, anything could happen. Absolutely anything.
So I got Oz smoochies and plot bunnies. Pretty cool.
Of course I didn't actually get what felt like sufficient sleep, but hey, details...