more bizarre dreams, as usual
Apr. 3rd, 2006 03:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethApparently I sleeped again
which wasn't quite the plan
see this is where my days go
Had an interesting dream
well, bizarre, but interesting
with time travel
there was this one guy (with long hair and bad taste in dresses)(looked like a hooker)(albeit pretty much on purpose) who had all this time energy in him, but he couldn't let it out without help. there was his boyfriend, who could get to the past, and me, who got glimpses of the future and could do a sort of fast forward of time in a local area (which ended up meaning Matrix style FX sometimes, which was cool)(although Matrix looked like it slowed everything down, that was because it sped the cool people and the camera up).
... er, way too many brackets up there...
ANYways, if he didn't get to use the chronal energy it started to hurt. And then there was moaning.
Yup, time travel blue balls. *facepalm* My subconscious just isn't even subtle.
But it was a pretty cool dream. There was the three of us meeting, and realising that the others did time things too. That was a bit like Tru Calling without the angst. I mean each of us thought the day had only rewound for us, but the others were acting different too.
Except my superpower wasn't days rewinding, it was seeing them in advance, so it was more getting the same effect by different routes.
ANYways.
There was also this big speech about 1986 being a bit shite, really, and that explaining Politics and all. Because you could only get a curry if you were really lucky, or else you were stuck with fish and chips, and no one even did kebabs let alone pizza&kebab. And really once you were there, time travel was basically one long weekend down the pub, usually in an off season resort town, because if anything was actually happening it would be more than our luck could manage to get us there.
See the other two were very Ripper&Ethan, aside from not being like them at all. I mean the long haired one was loud and violent and had all the personality, and the boyfriend was one of natures sidekicks. Nice enough bloke, if you ever noticed him. So of course my character has this massive crush on him.
And then gets a flash of a future where he dies.
Killed by a creature that shouldn't even exist in this century.
A Feeder, with red eyes and very white skin and all skinny. Kind of a SFed Vampire, glowy and alien looking. Someone else in our home time zone turned out to have time related powers. They could evolve extra fast. (Yes, sorry to science, but that was how they put it in the dream). So they turned themselves into this superior creature, that didn't even need to eat, just suck life energy out of someone. And rip them to pieces, usually. Pretty much because they were nutjobs and wanted to.
So one of those was now running around in completely the wrong century, and only the three of us knew. Doom! Doom and woe!
SO my response was to dump the other two...
It made sense at the time!
It was this whole 'trying to cheat fate / inevitable tragedy' thing. Because I'd seen this thing, so it was going to happen. Except I wanted to change it. But I'd have wanted to change it *anyway*, so I would have done everything I could think of, everything I might possibly do. But I'd never dump them. Because True Love, even if they were a couple of dafties with a football fixation and too much time on their hands. (That was the essence of them, actually. They had all the time they wanted, and you know how well that works out on your average teenager.)
So I dumped them in order to change the future.
Which coincidentally led to ending up sat at the same table as some ex-SAS journalist guy, who turned out to fancy me, and eventually turned out to be the cunning plan to save the other guy's life. On account of I realised at the last minute that the dumping them plan was *very stupid*, ran back to help, ex-SAS guy followed me, and he bundled in to help fight while I phoned the ambulance.
And also the other boyfriend. This can be done when everyone has a mobile phone. 999 on one handset with the earpiece in, to get instructions on first aid. Boyfriend on the other, holding it as far away from my ear as possible on account of it being kind of blood soaked.
Drama!
So the ex-SAS guy turns out to be getting his ass kicked by the Feeder, so I leave the other guy to stop his own bleeding and go kick the Feeder in the head. Its all concentrating on the journalist, got him in its arms all classic vant to bite your neck pose, which gets its head being the only target. But that works out, for I have Very Goth Boots Of Doom, and kick its nasty little face in with the very pointy toes.
And break my foot, but hey, saved the day!
There were lots of other details, like the dance of the wool shop and the quest for currant buns, but I feel they didn't add to the main thrust of the plot. And the plot was pretty cool, really.
And fairly plausible. I mean the average bloke gets the power to turn back time, are they going to run around saving the world? No. They're going to run around until the local lack of medecine and tendency for all the cool people to catch something nasty sends them back to their home timestream for long enough to take the antibiotics.
... so, icky, but with potential fun to write aspects ...
which wasn't quite the plan
see this is where my days go
Had an interesting dream
well, bizarre, but interesting
with time travel
there was this one guy (with long hair and bad taste in dresses)(looked like a hooker)(albeit pretty much on purpose) who had all this time energy in him, but he couldn't let it out without help. there was his boyfriend, who could get to the past, and me, who got glimpses of the future and could do a sort of fast forward of time in a local area (which ended up meaning Matrix style FX sometimes, which was cool)(although Matrix looked like it slowed everything down, that was because it sped the cool people and the camera up).
... er, way too many brackets up there...
ANYways, if he didn't get to use the chronal energy it started to hurt. And then there was moaning.
Yup, time travel blue balls. *facepalm* My subconscious just isn't even subtle.
But it was a pretty cool dream. There was the three of us meeting, and realising that the others did time things too. That was a bit like Tru Calling without the angst. I mean each of us thought the day had only rewound for us, but the others were acting different too.
Except my superpower wasn't days rewinding, it was seeing them in advance, so it was more getting the same effect by different routes.
ANYways.
There was also this big speech about 1986 being a bit shite, really, and that explaining Politics and all. Because you could only get a curry if you were really lucky, or else you were stuck with fish and chips, and no one even did kebabs let alone pizza&kebab. And really once you were there, time travel was basically one long weekend down the pub, usually in an off season resort town, because if anything was actually happening it would be more than our luck could manage to get us there.
See the other two were very Ripper&Ethan, aside from not being like them at all. I mean the long haired one was loud and violent and had all the personality, and the boyfriend was one of natures sidekicks. Nice enough bloke, if you ever noticed him. So of course my character has this massive crush on him.
And then gets a flash of a future where he dies.
Killed by a creature that shouldn't even exist in this century.
A Feeder, with red eyes and very white skin and all skinny. Kind of a SFed Vampire, glowy and alien looking. Someone else in our home time zone turned out to have time related powers. They could evolve extra fast. (Yes, sorry to science, but that was how they put it in the dream). So they turned themselves into this superior creature, that didn't even need to eat, just suck life energy out of someone. And rip them to pieces, usually. Pretty much because they were nutjobs and wanted to.
So one of those was now running around in completely the wrong century, and only the three of us knew. Doom! Doom and woe!
SO my response was to dump the other two...
It made sense at the time!
It was this whole 'trying to cheat fate / inevitable tragedy' thing. Because I'd seen this thing, so it was going to happen. Except I wanted to change it. But I'd have wanted to change it *anyway*, so I would have done everything I could think of, everything I might possibly do. But I'd never dump them. Because True Love, even if they were a couple of dafties with a football fixation and too much time on their hands. (That was the essence of them, actually. They had all the time they wanted, and you know how well that works out on your average teenager.)
So I dumped them in order to change the future.
Which coincidentally led to ending up sat at the same table as some ex-SAS journalist guy, who turned out to fancy me, and eventually turned out to be the cunning plan to save the other guy's life. On account of I realised at the last minute that the dumping them plan was *very stupid*, ran back to help, ex-SAS guy followed me, and he bundled in to help fight while I phoned the ambulance.
And also the other boyfriend. This can be done when everyone has a mobile phone. 999 on one handset with the earpiece in, to get instructions on first aid. Boyfriend on the other, holding it as far away from my ear as possible on account of it being kind of blood soaked.
Drama!
So the ex-SAS guy turns out to be getting his ass kicked by the Feeder, so I leave the other guy to stop his own bleeding and go kick the Feeder in the head. Its all concentrating on the journalist, got him in its arms all classic vant to bite your neck pose, which gets its head being the only target. But that works out, for I have Very Goth Boots Of Doom, and kick its nasty little face in with the very pointy toes.
And break my foot, but hey, saved the day!
There were lots of other details, like the dance of the wool shop and the quest for currant buns, but I feel they didn't add to the main thrust of the plot. And the plot was pretty cool, really.
And fairly plausible. I mean the average bloke gets the power to turn back time, are they going to run around saving the world? No. They're going to run around until the local lack of medecine and tendency for all the cool people to catch something nasty sends them back to their home timestream for long enough to take the antibiotics.
... so, icky, but with potential fun to write aspects ...