Dream fade is annoying
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beccaelizabethI woke up today with two whole verses of a filk in my head, and then I couldn't keep hold of them.
I'd been dreaming the usual sort of thing, on a bus trying to pick up all my luggage and there's always more luggage and stuff starts falling out, and then from behind me a voice starts giving it the full Shirley Bassey to the tune of Hawaii Five-O. And it rhymed and everything.
The first verse was about how a certain sort of gaming/collecting was a gold rush, playing that way you lose, it all gets older, which did you choose. The second was about Star Trek as a passion with its own fashion. Something something bolder. something something sssssssss.
... I'm fairly sure it was awesome because dreaming, but still. Words. Vanishing when I wake up.
And there were going to be more verses skewering every kind of fan, but they took a break for an oboe solo, and at some point we'd have to get off the bus.
This is far from the weirdest thing I dreamt last night.
I kept waking up last night. Like, first time I woke up it was 0230 when I admitted I was awake long enough I needed to check, but I'm not getting up at 0230, so I stayed in bed until 0930ish instead, dreaming intermittently.
There was the usual bit about stairs being missing from a hotel/school/tower and we had to run up the walls or climb up the bannisters, and then every floor had a different theme.
There was a section with people who were mixed species or transformed non-human hanging out together, in aforementioned hotel/school/tower, just trying to get enough to live on. The ones born non human were undocumented, most of them couldn't pass, couldn't go to school with regular kids, sometimes because they'd have tried to bite them and then fur problems break out everywhere, and very few jobs were even vaguely available to them, but they couldn't exactly collect benefits either, even where disability benefits would be appropriate, which they would have sometimes because mixing species is a tricky thing. So there were a few people with National Insurance Numbers who would go out and try and support the rest. And then sometimes the worst sort would kill someone just for having a NIno card and make a mask of their face and go out into the world as them. ID theft but a bit more nasty.
There was a thing where a guy had just got out of prison after 8 years after killing someone, and in the meantime we'd moved into his place and sold most of his stuff, but were cool with him coming back. Apparently the someone needed killing? And he was the last one standing from his people, because of the dead someone. So he was kind of very out of luck. But I and Oz from BtVS welcomed him back in. I was kind of his ex so he expected that. But then Oz was hugging him and he seemed somewhat surprised about that. Turned out Oz was my husband but he was very okay with this new pretty guy joining us.
So that was... interesting.
And then there was a dream where a whole bunch of people came hunting that one guy who'd killed a guy, and we were all running round trying to hide him. And they could sense him like Immortals sense each other, but not if he got enough stone around him, so he was running down down down down stairs that kind of slid around to cover the stairwells to the next level.
So, nothing coherent all night, but a bazillion bits a things.
As usual I wake up aching and tired. I think I know why my elbow keeps hurting, I sleeped on it and the mattress is unhelpful right there. But no more sleep seems likely to happen, so.
Morning.
I'd been dreaming the usual sort of thing, on a bus trying to pick up all my luggage and there's always more luggage and stuff starts falling out, and then from behind me a voice starts giving it the full Shirley Bassey to the tune of Hawaii Five-O. And it rhymed and everything.
The first verse was about how a certain sort of gaming/collecting was a gold rush, playing that way you lose, it all gets older, which did you choose. The second was about Star Trek as a passion with its own fashion. Something something bolder. something something sssssssss.
... I'm fairly sure it was awesome because dreaming, but still. Words. Vanishing when I wake up.
And there were going to be more verses skewering every kind of fan, but they took a break for an oboe solo, and at some point we'd have to get off the bus.
This is far from the weirdest thing I dreamt last night.
I kept waking up last night. Like, first time I woke up it was 0230 when I admitted I was awake long enough I needed to check, but I'm not getting up at 0230, so I stayed in bed until 0930ish instead, dreaming intermittently.
There was the usual bit about stairs being missing from a hotel/school/tower and we had to run up the walls or climb up the bannisters, and then every floor had a different theme.
There was a section with people who were mixed species or transformed non-human hanging out together, in aforementioned hotel/school/tower, just trying to get enough to live on. The ones born non human were undocumented, most of them couldn't pass, couldn't go to school with regular kids, sometimes because they'd have tried to bite them and then fur problems break out everywhere, and very few jobs were even vaguely available to them, but they couldn't exactly collect benefits either, even where disability benefits would be appropriate, which they would have sometimes because mixing species is a tricky thing. So there were a few people with National Insurance Numbers who would go out and try and support the rest. And then sometimes the worst sort would kill someone just for having a NIno card and make a mask of their face and go out into the world as them. ID theft but a bit more nasty.
There was a thing where a guy had just got out of prison after 8 years after killing someone, and in the meantime we'd moved into his place and sold most of his stuff, but were cool with him coming back. Apparently the someone needed killing? And he was the last one standing from his people, because of the dead someone. So he was kind of very out of luck. But I and Oz from BtVS welcomed him back in. I was kind of his ex so he expected that. But then Oz was hugging him and he seemed somewhat surprised about that. Turned out Oz was my husband but he was very okay with this new pretty guy joining us.
So that was... interesting.
And then there was a dream where a whole bunch of people came hunting that one guy who'd killed a guy, and we were all running round trying to hide him. And they could sense him like Immortals sense each other, but not if he got enough stone around him, so he was running down down down down stairs that kind of slid around to cover the stairwells to the next level.
So, nothing coherent all night, but a bazillion bits a things.
As usual I wake up aching and tired. I think I know why my elbow keeps hurting, I sleeped on it and the mattress is unhelpful right there. But no more sleep seems likely to happen, so.
Morning.
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Date: 2015-11-27 04:56 am (UTC)