Dreamses

[beccaelizabeth]

You know the thing where I said most things don't give me nightmares?
Yeah, I was incorrect about that thing too.
:eyeroll:

Something nasty that made me try and stay awake around 0400, but aside from that just the usual.

Last one before waking had got really complicated, with lots of running around through streets that connected through time as well as space. Always nifty.

There was also a calendar featuring Oz, as Trans person of the year.
... dream-me was sort of boggled too. Probably meaning transformation. Right?
... so then there was a quest for the calendar.

Also lots of cute guys last night. Got to love that. Including a sort of obscure greatest hits from my young teen magazine years, which is atypical. But also Ben Browder as one or another of his characters. And Lindsey. And Spike.

Dream-me had been gone for a long while, maybe a year or maybe more. Been on a quest, found out many things. Before that, school. My High School actually, only from weird angles, like the two science labs that connected together only you weren't supposed to use them as a short cut so it was all up and down stairs to get to them. Odd sort of a place to have ubercute guys teaching inbetween heroics, but cool. But leaving school was somewhat of a relief, due to huge amounts of running around with swords being kind of routine. Yet it also meant leaving Lindsey.

Always when my dreams want drop dead gorgeous yet morally so dark you wonder if it even counts as grey, there he is.

So I hear about a big convocation, him in charge of his city, calling all sorts of people in. So naturally I head back there.

On the road I find four girls waiting to stop me. In the dream I knew them in school. They're all teenage cheerleader-y, despite the fact the girls I actually had most trouble with in school were really fat. Not that I was ever popular with the pretty, but the grossly fat were the ones as dumped me in a thorn bush.
Leastwise, that's how I remember them.

So I'm wandering along on foot on this road system through spacetime, and when I take the turn onto local spacetime I find these four. They think they're scary. They think this is going to be fun.

I draw-cut with my katana and one of them has half her skull on the ground before she's even blinked. So if that's their idea of fun they're right.

She goes all 'wah!' and puts her hand up to what is left of her head (cause I've messed up her hair, obviously). And she's a bit slow, but then she's 'wah!' because when the spell wears off that's going to *sting*.

Spell? Revitalising spell.

... Reanimating, you mean.

I tell them they're zombies. They don't believe me. But I tell them to check for themselves, they know how.

So I leave them to it, and go running past them heading for the convocation again.

When I get there, I find Lindsey, still trying to treat me the same old way. Which has its definite good points - dear god the man is pretty - but the old habit of setting my clothes straight, there's a lot about ownership and control in there. So I tell him he gets to do that *once*, and he kind of grins, and now we're competition again too.

But the grin wears off pretty fast and now he's looking exhausted, to those eyes as know him well enough. He goes back to check the seating plan to figure where he can fit me in. I say there'll be four missing, because of being zombies. He looks even more tired. But hey, seating crunch solved.

Then he sees Spike, and perks up. Tells me to take him in hand, sort of thing. Because Spike, for whatever reasons, has been refusing to eat, and he's taken it a little too far. He's got that walking corpse thing going on again, all hollow eyes and skinny. Not his most attractive. So being kin to his sire I should go have a word.

No, dream-me was not a vampire, so I don't know what was up with that.

But Spike obviously needed word-having, so I dragged him off then and there.
Went to find a blood stone and, against his objections, gave him a top-up.

That meant getting one hand on one stone, the other on another, and making a circuit with them, power flowing through me. Then drawing Spike into the circuit.

Finding stones was easy - follow the power and find a tower full of the things, climbing up from the deep below and way up high above. Huge amounts of power in there. And exactly where Spike didn't want to go. But he was too weak to struggle properly, and that couldn't be allowed.

Power flow = blood flow = fun.

So then Spike was both powered back up and on a blood high. Time to take him somewhere to work it off. Me, Lindsey, and Spike, in Lindsey's very large bed.

Love that part.

And then there was afterward snuggling, and explaining to Lindsey that I hadn't ever left him, just put some geography in between. Which, okay, lame, but just meaning I still cared.

Which made him oddly more depressed, which made me wonder.

What was this convocation about? And why was there a huge great tower of huge great bloodstones anyways?

Stones started tiny, the size people usually use, but grew as they went up. Hand sized at the level of the city, already very large. And only half way up. Right up the top? Big enough to be deeply scary.

How to get big scary stones up there? Start with an empty tower. Start from the top and work down. And start with the stones somewhat smaller, then feed them. (You feed bloodstones pretty much how you think you would - either a little as often as you can spare it, or a lot as often as your victims can). Ends up with a massive power flow of very hungry stones.

And the convocation ritual would lead everyone all the way up.

The spilled power would make them blood-high, in some cases before they even got to city level. Only the really practiced could handle the amounts I did to pour it into Spike. By the top of the tower they'd all be crazy.

Much silence from Linds, bunch of glowering from Spike.

... He *plans* to make them crazy?

It's a variant on an old, old, story. Invite all your rivals, all your enemies, all the people you'd most like to see wiped out, and give them a feast. But the only thing Lindsey's rivals all be interested in is power. So power the feast must be. So much they're overflowing, so much they have to do something about it.

And Lindsey doesn't know how to dance with it. Wouldn't have ended up in bed with Spike, would have had to send him hunting on a high like that. Which is a self perpetuating spiral right there.

So all Lindsey was planning was the grand guignol, the everybody kills each other massacre.

With him front and center.




I whap him upside the head and make a *new* plan.

Leave Spike in charge of the preparations for a while - he won't need to eat again while we're gone, and he's not riding the edge of crazy from starvation any more, so he's plenty competent.

Take Lindsey up a mountain and teach him to dance. Take whatever the other is giving you and turn it into something. Create.


... yeah, that pretty much means more sex.
mystically significant sex.
:-)




So, you know, all in all, not a bad night's dreaming.