A wide variety in last nights batch, but they all pretty much shared the outside theme. Don't remember which one came first, so I'll go most mundane first.
In one part, I've been hired to work at a small airport. Don't know how I qualified, but apparently I did. It seems pretty fun, since at one point I get to effectively ride a chair at pretty good speeds around the hangar. Then we have to walk across the runways after fueling/checking a couple planes. As we walk across, I'm falling behind because my boots feel so incredibly heavy. It actually gets to the point that after stopping at a small shelter (because at this point the runway has turned into a somewhat primitive encampment) I don't have the strength to stand back up. Eventually I succeed by pulling myself up with the door (though the shelter has turned into a car and I'm warned not to break the glass). I catch up with the guys I'd been working at sitting at a long table set by a path. They're eatin' all fur trader style, but I'm too tired to be hungry.
The next (most interesting to me) part is where I'm trying to crawl in between to balsam trees for some reason. I see inside that there are two purses, I assume that someone's been purse snatching and stashing them here. Before I can confirm this, though, I notice that across the stream adjacent to me is a family of bears. I'm watching them, and one start to come over to me. At this point they're not a lot more like kit foxes. One timidly approaches me, in that "I really want to be pet but I'm terrified and don't know if I'm supposed to be biting you" kind of way.
The final part is after a long hike to a lake up in Voyageurs National Park. My hiking companion and I are trying to cross a plank bridge through a swamp when we notice that our destination is actually just a few dozen yards away through the woods. We're tipped off because we see two guys hauling their gear up on the shore. We go over, mainly to cut time off our portage but also to say hi.
They seemed a little sheisty, and they're complaining because there's a stick across their canoe that they can't move. I go over to it, and it turns out to be the Spear of Longinus! I'm just starting to wonder at this when it starts to wind and rain- big time. We're being hit by a tornado, and one of epic proportions. I'm safe though. While I am laying on my stomach, the wind an rain are passing around me (kinda like the ants scene in Indian Jone's IV).
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Not Quite A Nightmare...
"dusts off blog..."
Actually got a good amount of sleep last night (9 hours, woot!), so of course, there's gonna be dreamin'. Wans't a fun one either.
It starts off in an old (think 1800's) theater house. There's some kid getting ready to do a show, maybe a magic show, since the kid was pretty reminiscent of Zachary Zatara. A lot of his show involves minor pyrotechnics such as firecrackers and bottlerocket- real little stuff. Well, the problem is that one of his female family members (might be a young mom or much older sister) is a bit slow and fascinated with fire. She keeps lighting them when she shouldn't be, and ends up lighting one on balcony that doesn't have any powder in it. The casing starts to melt, and drips off the balcony. This is when the shit hits the fan.
Apparently the showman has an open bag of explosive powder underneath the balcony, and the flaming drip falls into it. Normally this would've been bad, big bang taking out most of the stage and all that. However, by this point in the dream the theater is filled with people. It's also now filled with petroleum fumes from some kind of stage preparations. In an instant, everything and everyone is on fire.
Now a narrarator steps in, making it something like a History Channel "Greatest Disasters" episode. He talks about how the fire spread so quickly that it was almost merciful, going in all directions at once. No one got out, but they didn't suffer long. I wake up, see the window's open and the wind is blowing really strong outside. I'm blaming the wind, personally.
On a better note, I did have much more colorful and less disastrous dream the other night. In the dream it's just before a battle between giants, titan-sized ice elementals and massive treants. Then there's my side, which is a few treants plus some humanoid races. The battle starts, and it turns out that I've got something that will make us win. Of course, the other side knows that too, and they go for me.
I'm being chased by one of ice titans, and I figure I'm faster than it is so I'm safe. I don't factor in how far it can reach, and realize I really need to kick it into gear. I cross a shallow stream and hop on a horse to get away. There was more to the dream, and some especially vibrant blues and greens, but I'm running out of time.
Actually got a good amount of sleep last night (9 hours, woot!), so of course, there's gonna be dreamin'. Wans't a fun one either.
It starts off in an old (think 1800's) theater house. There's some kid getting ready to do a show, maybe a magic show, since the kid was pretty reminiscent of Zachary Zatara. A lot of his show involves minor pyrotechnics such as firecrackers and bottlerocket- real little stuff. Well, the problem is that one of his female family members (might be a young mom or much older sister) is a bit slow and fascinated with fire. She keeps lighting them when she shouldn't be, and ends up lighting one on balcony that doesn't have any powder in it. The casing starts to melt, and drips off the balcony. This is when the shit hits the fan.
Apparently the showman has an open bag of explosive powder underneath the balcony, and the flaming drip falls into it. Normally this would've been bad, big bang taking out most of the stage and all that. However, by this point in the dream the theater is filled with people. It's also now filled with petroleum fumes from some kind of stage preparations. In an instant, everything and everyone is on fire.
Now a narrarator steps in, making it something like a History Channel "Greatest Disasters" episode. He talks about how the fire spread so quickly that it was almost merciful, going in all directions at once. No one got out, but they didn't suffer long. I wake up, see the window's open and the wind is blowing really strong outside. I'm blaming the wind, personally.
On a better note, I did have much more colorful and less disastrous dream the other night. In the dream it's just before a battle between giants, titan-sized ice elementals and massive treants. Then there's my side, which is a few treants plus some humanoid races. The battle starts, and it turns out that I've got something that will make us win. Of course, the other side knows that too, and they go for me.
I'm being chased by one of ice titans, and I figure I'm faster than it is so I'm safe. I don't factor in how far it can reach, and realize I really need to kick it into gear. I cross a shallow stream and hop on a horse to get away. There was more to the dream, and some especially vibrant blues and greens, but I'm running out of time.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Whirlwind
Last night's dream had a tornado in it, and those are some of my favorites. Here goes...
I don't quite remember how it started, so the first part I remember is that it's a backwoods setting, sorta cabin-on-the lake. But the kind most Minnesota families have, not the "perfect image" you find on post cards. Anyhow, I'm in my place (because it's mine in the dream), and there are people I didn't invite there. They're either bill collectors or political campaigners- I don't remember which, but regardless they were unwelcome.
Anyhow, it's two good lookin' chicks and some pud that makes me think of the creepy TA in "Road Trip." He heads out to get something or someone, and I go about my business (at this point I'm living in a trailer house near a gravel pit). The chicks follow me, and I'm pretty sure at this point the they're campaigning for the Green Party. Anyhow, it's me and them and some anonymous "buddy) of mine. Details on the 4th party never got more detailed than that.
Suddenly the wind picks up fiercely. Straight line winds, and lots of rain. We're out at the woodshed, near the edge of the gravel pit. I look over the rim and see the funnel cloud and barely have time to yell "tornado!" We hold onto what we can. Some blonde chick is running across the gravel pit towards us, but she never gets that far before the winds pick her up. I'm thinking "sucks to be you" when it picks all of us and the shed up as well.
There's a chain link fence around the gravel pit, and the winds start spinning us along it like a washing machine at the end of the cycle. There's other people in the pit at this point too, but they're not being affected. We pick up speed, and are suddenly flung out of the fence in a straight line through the woods.
We're travelling at a velocity of hundreds of miles an hour, and the trees are comin' fast. I yell for everyone to try to grab onto something to try to slow our "flight", but it's not in time before I slam right into full grown aspen and richochet right past. We slow, and I eventually come to a stop when I manage to grab onto a sapling, pulling it completely out of the ground. When I've stopped completely I'm in a camp ground and there's a number of wide-eyed campers around me. The only words out of my mouth are "where the hell is the ambulance?!"
It never shows, but suddenly my dad pulls up with this old truck and a bunch of stuff in the back. Turns out that it's some kind of "family business" that he owed me. I head off, back to where my "house" was. It's now the scout camp I used to work at, the kitchen in particular. A bunch of the guys are making pastries, and a few of us sit down to eat. One dude, Derrick, is actually picking the filling out one of the pastries and leaving the rest. I'm just saying something to him about it when I suddenly wake up, realize my alarm didn't go off and I've only overslept by 7 minutes.
I don't quite remember how it started, so the first part I remember is that it's a backwoods setting, sorta cabin-on-the lake. But the kind most Minnesota families have, not the "perfect image" you find on post cards. Anyhow, I'm in my place (because it's mine in the dream), and there are people I didn't invite there. They're either bill collectors or political campaigners- I don't remember which, but regardless they were unwelcome.
Anyhow, it's two good lookin' chicks and some pud that makes me think of the creepy TA in "Road Trip." He heads out to get something or someone, and I go about my business (at this point I'm living in a trailer house near a gravel pit). The chicks follow me, and I'm pretty sure at this point the they're campaigning for the Green Party. Anyhow, it's me and them and some anonymous "buddy) of mine. Details on the 4th party never got more detailed than that.
Suddenly the wind picks up fiercely. Straight line winds, and lots of rain. We're out at the woodshed, near the edge of the gravel pit. I look over the rim and see the funnel cloud and barely have time to yell "tornado!" We hold onto what we can. Some blonde chick is running across the gravel pit towards us, but she never gets that far before the winds pick her up. I'm thinking "sucks to be you" when it picks all of us and the shed up as well.
There's a chain link fence around the gravel pit, and the winds start spinning us along it like a washing machine at the end of the cycle. There's other people in the pit at this point too, but they're not being affected. We pick up speed, and are suddenly flung out of the fence in a straight line through the woods.
We're travelling at a velocity of hundreds of miles an hour, and the trees are comin' fast. I yell for everyone to try to grab onto something to try to slow our "flight", but it's not in time before I slam right into full grown aspen and richochet right past. We slow, and I eventually come to a stop when I manage to grab onto a sapling, pulling it completely out of the ground. When I've stopped completely I'm in a camp ground and there's a number of wide-eyed campers around me. The only words out of my mouth are "where the hell is the ambulance?!"
It never shows, but suddenly my dad pulls up with this old truck and a bunch of stuff in the back. Turns out that it's some kind of "family business" that he owed me. I head off, back to where my "house" was. It's now the scout camp I used to work at, the kitchen in particular. A bunch of the guys are making pastries, and a few of us sit down to eat. One dude, Derrick, is actually picking the filling out one of the pastries and leaving the rest. I'm just saying something to him about it when I suddenly wake up, realize my alarm didn't go off and I've only overslept by 7 minutes.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
"Lost" in a Dream
Recap of last nights noturnal theater...
It starts with being on a beach, and I soon come to realize that this is me casting myself in "Lost." Deserted jungle island and all that, only just like in the show it's not really deserted. Only, in my dream the island is actually the site of one of Saddam Hussein's secret palaces. Strangely enough, I'm able to sneak around inside the palace to grab supplies and such, even managing to go unobserved by Saddam himself when he and some caliphate from somewhere walk into the hall I'm in. It's also at this point the I notice in my dream that I don't have my hair pulled back, which I always do. But I suppose I wouldn't if I'd just survied a plane crash.
Anyhow, I get back to camp, and somehow we've become burdened by the presence of an imp- y'know, kinda like a little demon that's just as malicious but not quite as strong. Anyhow, it keeps tormenting me (polluting water, pulling chunks of my hair out, etc.). I grab it, and it's about the size of scorpion, with pincers, a white carapace and four arms. Somewhere deep inside, though, I get this feeling that if I actually kill it whatever happens will be worse than leaving it up to it's machinations.
Well, I crush it in my hands nonetheless, and it looks about how you'd expect an insect to look when crushed. But then the insides ooze out, splattering on the ground (no longer sand). It's a this point that I realize my cats are there (but they're a bit shaggier in my dream, and may have been "my" cats in that dream representation kinda way, and not necessarily PK and Guapo), and I realize my mistake as they run out to try to lick the innards up. It's either going to poison or posses them, I'm not quite sure. It becomes a moot point, however, since that's when I wake up and realize I only have half an hour to get my shit together and run to work.
It starts with being on a beach, and I soon come to realize that this is me casting myself in "Lost." Deserted jungle island and all that, only just like in the show it's not really deserted. Only, in my dream the island is actually the site of one of Saddam Hussein's secret palaces. Strangely enough, I'm able to sneak around inside the palace to grab supplies and such, even managing to go unobserved by Saddam himself when he and some caliphate from somewhere walk into the hall I'm in. It's also at this point the I notice in my dream that I don't have my hair pulled back, which I always do. But I suppose I wouldn't if I'd just survied a plane crash.
Anyhow, I get back to camp, and somehow we've become burdened by the presence of an imp- y'know, kinda like a little demon that's just as malicious but not quite as strong. Anyhow, it keeps tormenting me (polluting water, pulling chunks of my hair out, etc.). I grab it, and it's about the size of scorpion, with pincers, a white carapace and four arms. Somewhere deep inside, though, I get this feeling that if I actually kill it whatever happens will be worse than leaving it up to it's machinations.
Well, I crush it in my hands nonetheless, and it looks about how you'd expect an insect to look when crushed. But then the insides ooze out, splattering on the ground (no longer sand). It's a this point that I realize my cats are there (but they're a bit shaggier in my dream, and may have been "my" cats in that dream representation kinda way, and not necessarily PK and Guapo), and I realize my mistake as they run out to try to lick the innards up. It's either going to poison or posses them, I'm not quite sure. It becomes a moot point, however, since that's when I wake up and realize I only have half an hour to get my shit together and run to work.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Another Dream...
This one was a short dream, and I don't remember all the details, but it was still creepy enough to remember the gist. I'm a kid (don't remember which gender, but I know there was character shift through the dream) in something akin to an orphanage. But it's more like a farm. You see, where I'm at they extract memories and convert them into some sort of fuel- likely mystical in nature, but it was glossed over. Children provide the most vibrant memories, and the more emotional (and in general, happier) the memory the more potent the extraction. Needless to say, we're trying to get out. There's another person chained up in the basement who is pretty much Sloth from The Goonies. We get him to act up, and he distracts the security while I gather some random trinkets that will help me escape.
That's about all I remember, except a really dismall scene where a bunch of haggard looking middle-age to old men are standing in a garden with gardening tools (hoes, shovels, rakes, etc) looking all but dead. It just really stuck out to me that whoever was doing this was harvesting all the good things out of the minds of children. Not exactly an upper of a dream.
That's about all I remember, except a really dismall scene where a bunch of haggard looking middle-age to old men are standing in a garden with gardening tools (hoes, shovels, rakes, etc) looking all but dead. It just really stuck out to me that whoever was doing this was harvesting all the good things out of the minds of children. Not exactly an upper of a dream.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Random Dream
The dream begins and I'm a half-elf ranger in grayish outfit rather similar to the dude on Assassin's Creed (which I've never played). I'm in a helluva spot- I'm currently on my back behind a small tuft of dirt and brush trying to hide from a colossal red dragon that knows damned well that I'm there. The thing is, I have an arrow at the ready, and this arrow can do serious damage to the dragon. It's a Mexican standoff, but either way I'll probably end up toasted. Finally, the dragon moves...
There's a river nearby with a couple large downed pines, and it's my only chance to make it out alive. I bolt for it, and try to shoot a link in one log jam to knock it loose. If it works, I can rush through before I'm immolated- but it doesn't work. Still running I dive behind the downed pines, hoping I've made it in time before flames rush over me. Luckily we both had the same idea- the fight's not worth it. When I'm not incinerated, I look up and see the dragon flying off.
I decide that I'm not gonna risk him having a change of heart, so I book it down river, vaulting over the charred corpse of one of his fallen dragon enemies (that looked suspiciously like the "villain" ice bear from The Golden Compass). After a short sprint, I turn the bend and run smack into a group of semi-corporeal wraiths. Luckily, my sword is particularly suited for battling undead, and they pose me little danger. I strike one with the flat of my blade, and it turns out it's not a wraith- it's a human in disguise.
The human is actually a member of the B.P.R.D (Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, from the Hellboy comics), in this dimension on a mission. I pull out a token with Hellboy on it, and ask if they know him. I explain that we've teamed up a couple times, and they offer to bring me back over to their side if I want to meet up with him. I've finished what I needed to do, so as I'm getting ready to agreed...the alarm goes off.
That was Wednesday. Yesterday wasn't quite as good. It turns out that I'm a "special" from the Heroes t.v. series, and I'm being trained/auditioned by The Company. I have a weird smattering of abilities, including healing, strength, and muscle mimicry. Myself and three others are a sniper team (two spotters and two shooters- myself and one other). We need to snipe a military general from some South American country that has been committing war crimes. The tough part- when we get there he's taking off in a plane. It makes for a difficult shot to say the least, and the first guy misses. I take my shot, and it's a hit. However, because the shot was over a mile and through the side of a plane, it hits bone and isn't a kill. Bennet's there, and he informs us that we've failed out mission and didn't make the cut.
Wonder what I'll dream today?
There's a river nearby with a couple large downed pines, and it's my only chance to make it out alive. I bolt for it, and try to shoot a link in one log jam to knock it loose. If it works, I can rush through before I'm immolated- but it doesn't work. Still running I dive behind the downed pines, hoping I've made it in time before flames rush over me. Luckily we both had the same idea- the fight's not worth it. When I'm not incinerated, I look up and see the dragon flying off.
I decide that I'm not gonna risk him having a change of heart, so I book it down river, vaulting over the charred corpse of one of his fallen dragon enemies (that looked suspiciously like the "villain" ice bear from The Golden Compass). After a short sprint, I turn the bend and run smack into a group of semi-corporeal wraiths. Luckily, my sword is particularly suited for battling undead, and they pose me little danger. I strike one with the flat of my blade, and it turns out it's not a wraith- it's a human in disguise.
The human is actually a member of the B.P.R.D (Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, from the Hellboy comics), in this dimension on a mission. I pull out a token with Hellboy on it, and ask if they know him. I explain that we've teamed up a couple times, and they offer to bring me back over to their side if I want to meet up with him. I've finished what I needed to do, so as I'm getting ready to agreed...the alarm goes off.
That was Wednesday. Yesterday wasn't quite as good. It turns out that I'm a "special" from the Heroes t.v. series, and I'm being trained/auditioned by The Company. I have a weird smattering of abilities, including healing, strength, and muscle mimicry. Myself and three others are a sniper team (two spotters and two shooters- myself and one other). We need to snipe a military general from some South American country that has been committing war crimes. The tough part- when we get there he's taking off in a plane. It makes for a difficult shot to say the least, and the first guy misses. I take my shot, and it's a hit. However, because the shot was over a mile and through the side of a plane, it hits bone and isn't a kill. Bennet's there, and he informs us that we've failed out mission and didn't make the cut.
Wonder what I'll dream today?
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Pics of the (other) Day
Here's the couple pics the mom&daughter sent me from the game I went to at Lambeau:
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