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beccaelizabethThere was one dream with some awesome twirly bits around the edges - I had mastered shapeshifting to the point I got the superpowers not just the phenotype - and some central sad bits - I was culturally the last of my people, and genetically the only others had been raised by the ones who'd hunted us to extinction, because they'd raided a creche and had a guilty, only now everyone from there was adults, well...
essentially though it was about how 'soylent green is people' is only going to horrify those who look at you and see a person. And nobody cares about force breeding farm animals. So, horror story.
There was also a bit where the only safe place to store the remaining culture of my people was libraries built by those that killed them. Like, as long as there are archivists who care more about preservation as a principle than they do about dead enemies, all our books and art and audios might make it. But the new generation of adults turning out to still be biologically alien had stirred stuff up, and people were taking the last remaining copies out of libraries just to destroy them for a gesture.
But it took a while for librarians to notice because hardly anyone ever accessed that stuff anyway.
So, dreaming of being the last after genocide, hoping to be first of a new set, but with some dark and nasty in the way.
:(
Also waking up feeling guilty at how much stuff is in museums and how many people have been driven off their land. That never helps though, I am very small and bad feels do nothing.
Then after I got back to sleep I dreamed this random guy but felt weird because there were so many specifics it felt like dreaming a person who might be out there somewhere. Like long hair guy with skin that reads non white in a lot of parts of the world, moves north until people read that as first nations ancestry, kept going until nobody thinks he's weird because who isnt who lives that close to the dark? A tailor, but not just boring suits, costumes and cosplay and theatre and steampunk, as well as general repairs on even unusual fabrics. And amazing at getting tomato soup out of white blouses. Also pretty good at cooking the soup. View from his bedroom window is a river, but it's a bit post industrial, so it's like a rainbow river. Where he lives has like a parade every year, which can go around practically the whole town and probably features practically the whole town, and he's woven in to the community most especially then, doing everyone's costumes and last minute repairs. And then there's an annual party.
For me that dream is weirdly ordinary. So even dreaming I felt weird about it. Like, dreaming impossible things with impossible people is okay, but dreaming regular people you should probably knock or something.
that's my exciting day. i got woke up by a delivery that is going to be good to listen to when I've listened the first eight disc of the series, but the rest, uncomfortable dreams, vague feeling i should do something with my life, fail at waking up in the kind of hours when things get done.
*sigh*
essentially though it was about how 'soylent green is people' is only going to horrify those who look at you and see a person. And nobody cares about force breeding farm animals. So, horror story.
There was also a bit where the only safe place to store the remaining culture of my people was libraries built by those that killed them. Like, as long as there are archivists who care more about preservation as a principle than they do about dead enemies, all our books and art and audios might make it. But the new generation of adults turning out to still be biologically alien had stirred stuff up, and people were taking the last remaining copies out of libraries just to destroy them for a gesture.
But it took a while for librarians to notice because hardly anyone ever accessed that stuff anyway.
So, dreaming of being the last after genocide, hoping to be first of a new set, but with some dark and nasty in the way.
:(
Also waking up feeling guilty at how much stuff is in museums and how many people have been driven off their land. That never helps though, I am very small and bad feels do nothing.
Then after I got back to sleep I dreamed this random guy but felt weird because there were so many specifics it felt like dreaming a person who might be out there somewhere. Like long hair guy with skin that reads non white in a lot of parts of the world, moves north until people read that as first nations ancestry, kept going until nobody thinks he's weird because who isnt who lives that close to the dark? A tailor, but not just boring suits, costumes and cosplay and theatre and steampunk, as well as general repairs on even unusual fabrics. And amazing at getting tomato soup out of white blouses. Also pretty good at cooking the soup. View from his bedroom window is a river, but it's a bit post industrial, so it's like a rainbow river. Where he lives has like a parade every year, which can go around practically the whole town and probably features practically the whole town, and he's woven in to the community most especially then, doing everyone's costumes and last minute repairs. And then there's an annual party.
For me that dream is weirdly ordinary. So even dreaming I felt weird about it. Like, dreaming impossible things with impossible people is okay, but dreaming regular people you should probably knock or something.
that's my exciting day. i got woke up by a delivery that is going to be good to listen to when I've listened the first eight disc of the series, but the rest, uncomfortable dreams, vague feeling i should do something with my life, fail at waking up in the kind of hours when things get done.
*sigh*