beccaelizabeth's dreamwidth journal

I fell asleep with the light on and my watch telling me to stand every hour. I took off the watch eventually but that was a lot of interrupted sleep I wasn't expecting.

My most recent dream before waking:
I was with Captain Picard and Riker, Picard series editions, and we were trapped in the Abyss, trying to find portals out.
Portals looked like flatscreen TVs at sizes up to and including Battle Cruiser ( Read more... )

So, I woke up knowing if I could get up the lift far enough I could follow Jack Harkness home to Cardiff,
but also that I'd somehow have to warn him to keep the refugees contained and keep an eye on them,
which seems rude now I'm awake but also one of the big conundrums.

I'd also have to close the door I made before Cybermen could get to it, and that would mean staying on the Abaddon side.

And then of course Captains Riker and Picard would need to go back to the abyss to pick up the rest of their friends, and this route out wasn't quite a way home for them, unless we could get all the way back before Susan got a message to her Grandfather. Then there's a lift home waiting.

Tidy.



The exact sort of mega crossover that happens in dreams and goes meaninglessly messy when you try and write it, but, for the characters, tidy.


Writing it down sounds tidy and plotty but dreaming it was all just
Run.

I do have my dreams trained well though, if they know they can always Run to Jack.

I have gone quiet for like a month. Must start typing again even if it's nothing much.

My dreams haven't been great lately even as plot hooks, but they have got some nice interrupts for when they go a bit nightmare.

For instance, ( Read more... )


The other annoying dream was when I was wandering around nice little cul de sacs of bungalows and I found the one I wanted to visit but it appeared empty, so I figured I'd wait outside, only I was really tired so I had a lie down, in a fort made of wheelie bins. And then the neighbours came out to stare at me, as they would. But I was too tired to do a different plan.

So then John Constantine of the Waverider showed up, and had a lie down to hug me. He'd brought a big black suitcase to fill the gap in the wheelie bin fort so we could just have a rest there. Nice.

... logically any story with John Constantine in it is about to be significantly Not Nice. A regular sort of a place full of bungalows is a perfectly good setting for a John Constantine. He'd be a bit out of his setting, since its more suburban feeling even if it's in the middle of town, and who does suburban fantasy? But you could have themes of aging and disability. Probably something would offer a Deal so you'd not have to put up with whatever made you need a bungalow in the first place. There might be an offer of eternal youth, but at Horrible Cost, and it not lasting hardly any time anyway because, I don't know, partied too hard now they look partiable.

So okay, having a lie down outside a bungalow can be turned into a plot hook if you try really hard.

But the basic dream of Inappropriate Resting and Social Embarrassment got short circuited by A Friend Arrives, so, you know, nice.

If my dreams continue to insist I have superpowers and superhero friends that'll be a lot nicer.



Probably helps that I got actual sleep all in a row for the first time in a week. Being asleep in the daytime doesn't work very well, much better sleeping in evenings.

I dreamed there was a bunch of scam artists who bought a compound half way up a mountain, left it on the market so people would come up to see it regular, so they've filtered for rich enough people already, and then when they got there they would be greeted by 'formerly dead loved ones' and conned into staying and pouring all their money in etc etc etc. The people running the scam were trying to pitch this as some kind of past lives thing where you can wake people up to who they shared a soul with and then you can see your loved ones again. But once Torchwood got involved it became clear it was all just shimmers.

Not even mind control, just illusions, internet searches, and basic cold reading bastards.

So I dreamed Ianto Jones but in the most unwelcome context so far.

Also dreamed I knocked them all out and zip tied them and called Jack to call the police. Shimmers were Torchwood business but everything else could just get arrested.

I dreamed their entire plan fell apart because they'd been relying on people caring too much to fight back when their 'loved ones' were threatened. Someone just being done enough to stun them all and let the powers sort it out really ruined their day.

See this is almost a Torchwood shaped plot but it's too close to three others I can think of, it'd need new ground to cover. New bits of people to explore. Otherwise holo!Ianto and House of the Dead and the cult stuff in Believe all hit the high points already.

Still. Bunny.

I dreamed a convention got a dose of Seeing What We Want To See
and of course I saw Captain Jack Harkness
but also me in the cool coat of Captain Jack Harkness (no stripes).

Then The Doctor arrived, 13, and fixed it with a flickery green light,
which was necessary but awwwww.
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Now I am awake and remembering it was possible to buy the Actual Coat at auction and I think there are still sites that sell screen accurate cosplay versions
but
on me the effect is... different.

... long swooshy coat on short undynamic person...
*sigh*

Ah well.

I don't write my dreams down much lately because they're just a mush of anxiety stuff that makes no plot.

Like today's was dreaming I had somehow booked two conventions in sequential weekends and the second one I didn't even know what fandom it was for, I just followed the instructions in my calendar and ended up at a con hotel with endless corridors and tangled layout but you still had to go outside to get between useful bits, and in the dream someone got in my bag while I was in the queue for the reg desk and then I woke up and had to check everything was where I left it.

Boring! Yet stressful in every part!

The other day I dreamed one that stuck with. There were headlines the other day about how ageing happens in a rush at two ages, which seemed interesting because Pathfinder does it that way but the ages were different. https://www.theguardian.com/science/article/2024/aug/14/scientists-find-humans-age-dramatically-in-two-bursts-at-44-then-60-aging-not-slow-and-steady Haven't read it yet but the idea got into the dream and

I dreamed everyone looked kind of in their early twenties until a particular birthday when they retired and boom, all the ageing all at once. Tada instant old. And they got moved into new apartments, small, and given new food, which could be basic nutrition porridge or really cheap fish fingers or something. So this person in the dream's friends made them much nicer fish fingers, on the theory it was about what old people could eat. But the much nicer fish fingers got taken off the old person's account because actually it was that every pensioner got allocated a specific number of resources society was willing to give them, and that amount was divided up to stretch across their projected lifespan, and the dream was super scared of the resources running out early, because old people were incredibly restricted by these reduced stretched allocations, but they'd never even heard of one who had lived longer than their resource.



See if this was a Young Adult book then there'd be conspiracies and shenanigans and eventualky political upheaval and improvement, or at least finding a way to work around the resource limit a bit. But that's because YA is about growing up into a functioning member of society and finding your power.

This dream story was about dropping off a cliff where they were no longer seen as functioning members of society because suddenly they need more than they can make and are super restricted in what they can do and get moved physically so they're around other people like them and not the people who can still do stuff. It's like the opposite of empowering YA in every way.

So that's just a nightmare.



Boring nightmares are boring though.

Today I got about six hours sleep
and woke up from a pretty intense anxiety dream
about going for a walk to the duck pond
on my own.

also in my summer pyjamas that are Short

and it was getting dark out
which I havent really experienced for some years because all the support happens at light oclocks.

I like the nice walks with support but it feels somewhat unfair that asleep me isnt getting Adventures just slightly more stressful walks.



Before asleep times today I did two loads of laundry and relistened some Doctor Who.
Big Finish version 2021 did not predict Brexit and also was not polite about Europe.
It's so weird every time we catch up with imaginary future.
Keeps on turning out to have been imaginary past with a funny hat on.

The Harvest was good and interesting.
The Light At The End had good bits but the more multi Doctor a story gets the less time it has for anything ither than intro outro.

I got Tuesday tasks done and successfully made appointments so it was a pretty winning day.

I also dreamed GDL was at the park doing a sort of impromptu Q&A for a picnic of tiny children who had decided they recognised him from voice work but were somewhat fuzzy on the fact fiction distinction. Like sure they could see he was not his character because he was not two dimensional yellow or fuzzy, but they kept asking about the other characters as if they were co workers like the muppets.
So that was cute.

I need more sleep.

Today's dream had many down sides
but I did like the bit where the undead contract killer
realised the harm he did went far beyond his individual victims
and set out to make amends
by testifying against his employers
from beyond the grave.

We had to get an old school video camera in because the digital ones go glitchy as heck around the undead apparently.

And we had to video his testimony because as soon as he was all done confessing he just moved on.



A lot of the rest of the dream involved being trapped in the house I grew up in but with bonus demons, who the other people in the house were *sure* could achieve redemption if they just stopped, like, all the other stuff they were doing.

But the fixing things by resolving them, not fighting, and the peripheral involvement of Benton Fraser, because he knew enough about ghosts to get it already, was interesting bits.

a dream about dreams, specifically a headset which had been invented
that could give you whichever dream you wanted,
but nobody used it for porn.

So of course when I got the headset I'm like
but what if ...

so, ordered up a dream about !person
... got a dream about !person finalising our divorce.

... that would indeed prevent use of device for much fun...

it was funny though.


I mean imagine AI that, if you tried to use it for... what humans usually use new tech for... just had a discussion about boundaries and or restraining orders...

Today I have been failing at sleep
so I sleep in half hour pieces
that have not added up to enough.

I dreamed I was texting with someone who might have been a wrong number
but I figured out from context he was probably
The Doctor.

The context being
he was invited to a play party
and he texted me to show me the cool toy he was bringing:
a climbing frame
in the shape of a geodesic dome.

... dream me found this pretty conclusive...

I dreamt about Oz from Buffy again, but thankfully aged up to last time I saw photos, because the young version just gets very younger on rewatch.

There was a tiny bit of the dream which was just like a meet cute where we were both working in the same library and found each other, so that was nice.

The rest though... either we were in hell or we were in a magic users fan imitation of it, where something like the sin themed runelords from Pathfinder had a level each and when you beat one boss the whole world dropped down and you were dealing with a different sin.
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I liked that we were in the library because instead of buying the paradigm of eternal violence they were selling we were looking for another way.

But then the dream tried to suggest we were gluttons for knowledge. Kind of like we were only concentrating on new input and ignoring the important stuff. Kind of has a point but I dont reckon thats the right wording.

ANYways, I liked the bit where I dreamed of Oz again, that part was nice.

Today I did not go to a local Pride event
which doesnt make me feel good
but I didnt just get all better all whoosh for one day, so, it remained a bit much to try.

Then I dreamed of going back to college to study more specialised units
like something about depictions of space in media, or maybe women in space?
but it dreamed like a nightmare, made of people and queues and being the only one in a mask, and I woke up all grumpy about it because studying the problems without the solutions wasnt any fun by the end anyway.

On the plus side, ten years after graduating, my stress dreams have grasped that I have in fact graduated, so that's nice.



I just keep trying to think of a what happens next kind of a plan and like
*gestures vaguely at everything*
still coming up short on one that fits both me and the world.



I mean even looking for dream houses is kind of down to dream bungalows and or ground floor flats?
... I'm not sure there is such a thing as a dream bungalow.
stair lifts required to make dreams plausible.

eh, I'm just grouchy.

should probably go try and save Golarion again.

Today's dream was not about Ianto Jones
but about a nice young man called Gareth
who had recently turned into a fox and back again
and thereby discovered magic.

He got a really nice fox tattoo on his chest, over his heart.
It was the leaping looking down sort of fox pose, that hunting dive,
that looks sort of awkward and like they're about to land on their head.

He was a bit hesitant about everything.
... turning into a fox must be disconcerting if unexpected.

But he was going to learn everything (and read the bottom of the page).



It was an interesting setup, ( Read more... )

So the half awake phase of this dream was mostly me deciding this dream needs more Ethan Rayne, and Mage the Ascension, and someone to shake up the paradigms.

Getting stuck living the same lives over and over seems like the worst way to do reincarnation for sure.



Also foxes are better magic than dragons. Tricks beat force every time.



Nice dream though.

Today's dream had a nice bit:

There was a giant shop, like one of those why did they put the roof so high up big giant room of a shop, and it had all kinds of stuff, like food and cookers and dining tables and chairs and plates and forks and everything, but instead of just being there to stare at, you could use it all right there.

... and pay for it, somehow, possibly by putting coins in a meter like a laundrette, though logically something with cameras and smartphones could work too.

But it meant I could have a GIANT party, with all kinds of people there, like at conventions, but I could make food and have somewhere for them to sit and enough room to move around and talk to different people and all.

... logically the liability on letting people use your ovens would be Too Much, but, I have only a microwave at home, sometimes I dream of cookers.

... I also dreamt of screwing up the food in new and interesting ways, but, nobody kinded, no fires, no problem.

I guess having somewhere random people could go to cook would be too complicated, but it was Nice in the dream, Kind, a way to connect.

World could do with more of that.