Discombobulated
Jan. 22nd, 2003 12:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jchrisobrienI didn't dream last night. Dreaming is inadequate a term. I underwent a full blow pychic assault. I dreamed four different dreams in the course of the evening, alternating between terror and rapture. The first involved me being at a university, where I seemed to enjoy an extreme amount of attention from the student body. That was the good part. I'll spare you the details, but what I'm trying hardest to remember was a film we were watching called "Born into water." Some sort of serial killer murdered women and then set their bodies adrift, but there plot played with time dilation, so when one woman was seen in the water, they flashed back to her being alive, and whether she lived or died in the end was unclear. The professor and I thought the film was fascinating. Most of the people around me were paying more attention to me though. I didn't mind, but I think it got in the way of my remembering the film.
The bad parts of the assault? Trying to drive home after some sort of disaster struck Boston (though the landscape looked more like my old neighborhood in York) after having lost control of my car.
The really bad part?
I was part of an army, fairly medieval or Japanese (Iifted from the video game I was playing at Heatray's no doubt) . We had assembled to slay a horde of demons plaguing the land, and I was knee deep in the coflict. We fought and slew and demons fell in a rain of limbs and blood, but we died in equal number. Eventually all I could hear were screams and hisses, until I was brutally struck down. When my eyes could focus again, my companions had dragged me away. The demons were still around, and we had failed. The demons would be banished if we found a mystic diamond, but whoever found it would have their fate linked to the demon. I raced to find it, so I could get rid of them, but someome beat me to it.
The last few of us stood at the top of a long corridor that opened into a valley. Below us swarmed a huge mass of giant roaches. This was how the creatures were perceived in the normal world. We lowered a curtain after the creatures saw us, and began slithering up the hill. The hissing and clack noises grew louder, and as they passed under the curtain they slowly reverted to their demonic forms. The largest of them, wounded and battered, cried out for our friends name. We all ran in fear, down twisting corridors until we took a wrong turn and were trapped. The creatures crawled forward, gasping out my friend's name. And that's when it hit me: to banish the demon, we had to kill our friend. I saw the largest of our group rush to my friend and snap his neck. And with that it was over. The demons were gone, as was my freinds body. All that remained of their leader was a shriveled husk, but I knew that somewhere, in some other dimension, the demon and my friend were trapped to gether. Forever. (This was extremely lifelike: the sounds, smells, the heat of the tunnel and the slickness of the wall, the physical sense of fear and doom, the horror of what we saw and did and knew.)
And that's when I woke up, and pulled back the blanket hung over my window. The deep blue pre-dawn air filtered into my room, and I started out into it until it grew brighter, and my eyes slipped shut. And the dreams began all over again.
The bad parts of the assault? Trying to drive home after some sort of disaster struck Boston (though the landscape looked more like my old neighborhood in York) after having lost control of my car.
The really bad part?
I was part of an army, fairly medieval or Japanese (Iifted from the video game I was playing at Heatray's no doubt) . We had assembled to slay a horde of demons plaguing the land, and I was knee deep in the coflict. We fought and slew and demons fell in a rain of limbs and blood, but we died in equal number. Eventually all I could hear were screams and hisses, until I was brutally struck down. When my eyes could focus again, my companions had dragged me away. The demons were still around, and we had failed. The demons would be banished if we found a mystic diamond, but whoever found it would have their fate linked to the demon. I raced to find it, so I could get rid of them, but someome beat me to it.
The last few of us stood at the top of a long corridor that opened into a valley. Below us swarmed a huge mass of giant roaches. This was how the creatures were perceived in the normal world. We lowered a curtain after the creatures saw us, and began slithering up the hill. The hissing and clack noises grew louder, and as they passed under the curtain they slowly reverted to their demonic forms. The largest of them, wounded and battered, cried out for our friends name. We all ran in fear, down twisting corridors until we took a wrong turn and were trapped. The creatures crawled forward, gasping out my friend's name. And that's when it hit me: to banish the demon, we had to kill our friend. I saw the largest of our group rush to my friend and snap his neck. And with that it was over. The demons were gone, as was my freinds body. All that remained of their leader was a shriveled husk, but I knew that somewhere, in some other dimension, the demon and my friend were trapped to gether. Forever. (This was extremely lifelike: the sounds, smells, the heat of the tunnel and the slickness of the wall, the physical sense of fear and doom, the horror of what we saw and did and knew.)
And that's when I woke up, and pulled back the blanket hung over my window. The deep blue pre-dawn air filtered into my room, and I started out into it until it grew brighter, and my eyes slipped shut. And the dreams began all over again.
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Date: 2003-01-22 09:13 am (UTC)Re: just...
Date: 2003-01-22 09:45 am (UTC)Did the warning work? I had put a link up to hide the last part.
At least there were some pleasant dreams last night as well.
Re: just...
Date: 2003-01-22 12:25 pm (UTC)My dreams recently have been very vivid as well. Sort of unsettling in their very pleasantness. I had a dream the other night that my parents were moving out of our old house (which I love) and into this new place in Charlestown. In the dream, they were worried about how I'd feel, but I was totally happy - I liked everything about the new place. So, a happy dream - but weirdly happy. I had a similar dream about going to UCLA.
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Date: 2003-01-22 01:21 pm (UTC)