twisty dreams again
Feb. 10th, 2006 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethThis morning, sleeping and dreaming.
Of Deathstroke, who had a cybernetic replacement eye, which he took out to clean, but then someone decided to get on his good side by cleaning it for him, only they did something wrong and when he put it back in it was all shaky. He was Not Amused.
There was also kissing. Meh.
Later, there was Oz. Or possibly some other Seth Green based life form. Much prettier than psycho killer guy.
And also there was sex.
So, that was fun.
Except for the part where I was dying of some virus that made animate dead people, like with no heart beat or body heat but plenty of thinking. And if they didn't get the right treatment when they changed they went all crazy. Probably in the braaaaaaains way.
So there was sex, and me dying in the middle of it, and the pretty guy effectively committing suicide to stay with me, because he knew I was infected and was doing it anyway. And there was me going cold while he was, um, doing things more associated with hot.
After that there was the ever so pleasant 'cauldron of rebirth' type section, the part to make sure I could keep thinking. Which involved having boiling hot water poured in around me until I was completely submerged and full of it, and then getting out and breathing out still boiling but now full of blood fluid. That was deeply unpleasant.
There was a secret society of actually dead people, and they had this underground complex, but it was secret, because oddly enough the alive people didn't want to risk dead braaaaaaains zombie people and had a kill on sight policy. You had to really destroy a dead dude to get them to stop moving, probably cremate them. But any damage to the brain pan would make them the crazy type. So it was sort of a self fulfilling prophecy thing - I mean we were all wandering around being probably immortal, as long as we got to the newly dead in time and the treatment was mixed right and they actually breathed in the boiling liquid and all. But if any of that didn't happen, braaaaaains. And the alive people being afraid of it interfered as often as possible.
I'd started out as some kind of political leader person, but I'd quit when I found I was infected, and then the dead dude underground got hold of me to make sure I didn't get destroyed. It was all very weird and political.
I think I like werewolf Oz much better than the idea of zombie Oz, specially since he hadn't changed by the end of the dream so there was still a chance something would go wrong.
My brain is deeply strange.
Of Deathstroke, who had a cybernetic replacement eye, which he took out to clean, but then someone decided to get on his good side by cleaning it for him, only they did something wrong and when he put it back in it was all shaky. He was Not Amused.
There was also kissing. Meh.
Later, there was Oz. Or possibly some other Seth Green based life form. Much prettier than psycho killer guy.
And also there was sex.
So, that was fun.
Except for the part where I was dying of some virus that made animate dead people, like with no heart beat or body heat but plenty of thinking. And if they didn't get the right treatment when they changed they went all crazy. Probably in the braaaaaaains way.
So there was sex, and me dying in the middle of it, and the pretty guy effectively committing suicide to stay with me, because he knew I was infected and was doing it anyway. And there was me going cold while he was, um, doing things more associated with hot.
After that there was the ever so pleasant 'cauldron of rebirth' type section, the part to make sure I could keep thinking. Which involved having boiling hot water poured in around me until I was completely submerged and full of it, and then getting out and breathing out still boiling but now full of blood fluid. That was deeply unpleasant.
There was a secret society of actually dead people, and they had this underground complex, but it was secret, because oddly enough the alive people didn't want to risk dead braaaaaaains zombie people and had a kill on sight policy. You had to really destroy a dead dude to get them to stop moving, probably cremate them. But any damage to the brain pan would make them the crazy type. So it was sort of a self fulfilling prophecy thing - I mean we were all wandering around being probably immortal, as long as we got to the newly dead in time and the treatment was mixed right and they actually breathed in the boiling liquid and all. But if any of that didn't happen, braaaaaains. And the alive people being afraid of it interfered as often as possible.
I'd started out as some kind of political leader person, but I'd quit when I found I was infected, and then the dead dude underground got hold of me to make sure I didn't get destroyed. It was all very weird and political.
I think I like werewolf Oz much better than the idea of zombie Oz, specially since he hadn't changed by the end of the dream so there was still a chance something would go wrong.
My brain is deeply strange.