One dream: While rollerblading down a dark street at night, I attempt to convince my mom to put dried cranberries and candied ginger in her turkey meatloaf. It will be Thematic, I assure her. A dream from another night: While meandering about a grocery store, I explain to my coworker how you can make decent lasagna out of canned catfood and tortillas. I promise I am, in fact, a decent cook when not asleep.
I don't... remember WHY, but I had a dream the other day where Spoiler: possible body horror/animal cruelty I ate a live rat. or rather, a rat which was less dead than I thought it was. I ended up punching myself in the stomach to kill it faster. What the HELL, subconscious?
Some highlights from a dream about a visit to my grandparents' house with a brief tangent about something else I guess: - "Where is [little brother]?" "In the garden with his uncle." "Are you sure that's a good idea?" "He's twelve, what could possibly happen?" *explosion noise* "Oh, yeah, that. He's fine." - Someone I didn't know who was apparently invited to stay for a few days, she was eating some biscuits she was picking from the box with some kind of large pair of tweezers and insisted we do so as well because our hands were dirty, apparently. - "Hey, [Name Redacted]?" "Hmm?" "If I ever tell you I want a child? Please punch me in the face. Really hard."
...My brain is weird. I just had a dream that my parents were letting some strange amalgam of @palindromordnilap and @chaoticArbiter stay at my house in my sisters' room. I say an amalgam because it seemed to be both of them at the same time, but as one person. (Sorry guys, my subconscious is weird). Anyway, we discovered that there was some sort of strange gritty urban faerie realm underground beneath the area near the house that you entered through what looked like an abandoned shopping center, so we went together with an old friend of mine to explore. I took part in some sort of racing competition in these really gritty but high tech vehicles built from scraps, which had been created by some dwarf mechanics, then had a milkshake at a store and bought some sweets. Then, I went back to the house for a bit, and then returned alone. When I returned it turned out that the faerie folk were running low on technological resources to keep their society running, and I had to help somehow, but I had to ask cA/Palin hybrid because they for some reason were the only ones who could help, because they were really good with technology! Only when I got home it turned out my mother and my sister were really mad at me, mainly for disappearing off to the underground faerie realm but also because cA/Palin was sleeping in my sister's room, I think. They set the family dog on me who ran down an alleyway to attack me, but then realised it was me and stopped because she knows not to hurt me. Then I started to argue with my sister a little bit and was talking to cA/Palin when I woke up. ...chaoticArbiter and palondromordilnap, I do not know why I had this weird dream, and ask you guys not to judge my subconscious for smushing you into one person and putting you in it. ...:P
just a typical day for us. shrugs. all in all, though, I quite like the dream. and thank your subconscious for putting us in it.
i gotta make a dumb joke hang on here we go Spoiler: step one @chaoticArbiter, if you're @palindromordnilap Spoiler: step two and, @palindromordnilap, if you're @chaoticArbiter Spoiler: ending A THEN WHO'S FLYING THE PLANE Spoiler: ending B THEN WHO WAS PHONE
After months trying to avoid it as a ship - I don't have anything against it, I just don't particularly like either of the participants - I had an EXTREMELY kylux dream last night. Much snark, very makeouts. Now I have gone and read all of coldhope's fic on the subject and I have fallen in this pit and can't get up XDD It also involved Rey on a planet which somehow tiny-fied all visitors? It was really brightly coloured and faerie in the weird and wonderful way - maybe that one's the fault of watching Russell T Davis' extremely fun BBC production of Midsummer Night's Dream after I had taken my meds last night.
When I no longer have this comforting dream, I know I'm in trouble with my brain. Or my surroundings while awake is...something is going on, and I need to deal with it. Spoiler: gore *shrugs* I'm walking through the hallway/corridor of my childhood home, turn the corner and see my father carefully, gently skinning his left arm. He'll flay open the skin, lay out the veins, then delicately work the muscles from the bones until I can see yellow bone glistening. I've had this dream, in the same sequence, for as long as I can remember. I was never alarmed. I was never scared. Somehow I knew he was doing this and some times I'll watch him all the way through, other times I walk away. He never acknowledges me and the tool is often something ridiculous. A rusted fork was the theme a few years ago. Now it's...I dunno, a tennis ball? It's round and sharp looking though. Eh. But I haven't had it in a few months now, it just occurred to me.
I keep having dreams with kintsugi peeps in them last night it was @Void in a store checkout line, we were both buying stationary and dream!Void was very tall. I feel like we talked about another member, but I can't remember who a few nights back it was @chaoticArbiter and @TheMockingCrows, we were all wearing frilly dresses and running away from a serial killer, though it was very silly/not particularly nightmarish.
Huh. :o interesting! I have always wanted a frilly dress, and a silly run from a serial killer makes me think of like. glitchy old videogames where you can easily avoid the attacks but its meant to be sooooo scaryyy.
everyone was generally more concerned with how cute we all looked, so there was running away, but with breaks for posing and giggling
I dreamt I was sitting on my roof when I saw a pair of adult albatrosses flying by with their chicks. The chicks hadn't fledged yet, so the adults had gathered up their shed feathers and shaped it into a sort of cloud, and the chicks could stand on that while the parents did the flying.
Packing up books reminds me: I once had a dream where Sam Vimes (Discworld) and Bekka Cooper (Tortall) had to team up to solve a crime, and I am still disgruntled that I woke up before anything much happened, because it was shaping up to be the best cop movie/book ever.
I had a dream that I was going hiking except my 7th grade science teacher was sitting in a tree over the path and throwing rocks at me. Also, I dreamed I was in my mamaw's house, except it was a restaurant, and I was shoving my face full of these square pancakes that were so good. And Roachpatrol and Jumpingjacktrash were there, despite me having absolutely know clue what jumpingjacktrash actually looks like (in the dream he was huge and had a big beard and was wearing a green sweatshirt). I wanted to go talk to them but a) they were very busy talking about Important Business and b) I physically could not stop eating those square pancakes. They ended up finishing their food and leaving me to continue eating the last smears of disintegrated pancake and cold syrup from my plate
