There's a little disco loop in my head. Well, not explicitly disco - a couple of orchestral hits, then a swirl of strings, then repeat.
The dream it's from also involved the fact that KISS is still around, and their new album is a concept album: a cover of the movie (not the original album) "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band". Which I've never seen, but I'm told is beyond horrible.
This was merely a throwaway moment in the dream; it came up as I was reading a newspaper and found a huge, double-page ad for this new album. Previously, the dream had involved travelling to a possibly-VR pleasure palace hidden in woods, with promises of a hell of a lot of decadence; unfortunately the scene shifted after I walked into the warm bathing pool and stripped. There was some political machinations of some sort during that part - referring back to earlier parts that've now fled - and there was a retread of that part where I was dreaming I was Twin in that situation, getting weird dangerous shivers at the discontinuity of sensation between 'normal' body and VR-fed sensation, then relaxing into it.
In that part of the dream, my gender identity was firmly what I am now: female. Who happens to have a penis. I was a bit more nymph-like, younger, less worn than I really am, and there was a thought during the political/flirting bit mentioned above where I distinctly thought to myself that this guy doesn't know I have a cock yet, and if he looks down he will and what will happen? but nothing came of it.
Later, there was something about a party, with a lot of friends of my mother's, in a new apartment. I was half-hidden because I needed to hang up my clothes so I could pick something to wear, and I couldn't find a single damn closet anywhere. Huge bathroom, furnished conversation nook in my bedroom, an eclectic assortment of audio gear left by the previous tenants... but no closets.
And people were giving me clothes as I looked, too.
I found what would serve as one but it vanished when I got distracted by the rabbit and the baby. And the cat.
I'm not going to try to analyze hidden significances of any of this.
(As a side note, I've been having a couple of dreams involving Puzzlebox. Tangentially. Never the actual characters or places, but twice, a player has appeared in dreams. This worries me, obscurely. Especially given that I flirted with one and had rubber-alien-suit sex with the other. Dreams are weird.)
The dream it's from also involved the fact that KISS is still around, and their new album is a concept album: a cover of the movie (not the original album) "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band". Which I've never seen, but I'm told is beyond horrible.
This was merely a throwaway moment in the dream; it came up as I was reading a newspaper and found a huge, double-page ad for this new album. Previously, the dream had involved travelling to a possibly-VR pleasure palace hidden in woods, with promises of a hell of a lot of decadence; unfortunately the scene shifted after I walked into the warm bathing pool and stripped. There was some political machinations of some sort during that part - referring back to earlier parts that've now fled - and there was a retread of that part where I was dreaming I was Twin in that situation, getting weird dangerous shivers at the discontinuity of sensation between 'normal' body and VR-fed sensation, then relaxing into it.
In that part of the dream, my gender identity was firmly what I am now: female. Who happens to have a penis. I was a bit more nymph-like, younger, less worn than I really am, and there was a thought during the political/flirting bit mentioned above where I distinctly thought to myself that this guy doesn't know I have a cock yet, and if he looks down he will and what will happen? but nothing came of it.
Later, there was something about a party, with a lot of friends of my mother's, in a new apartment. I was half-hidden because I needed to hang up my clothes so I could pick something to wear, and I couldn't find a single damn closet anywhere. Huge bathroom, furnished conversation nook in my bedroom, an eclectic assortment of audio gear left by the previous tenants... but no closets.
And people were giving me clothes as I looked, too.
I found what would serve as one but it vanished when I got distracted by the rabbit and the baby. And the cat.
I'm not going to try to analyze hidden significances of any of this.
(As a side note, I've been having a couple of dreams involving Puzzlebox. Tangentially. Never the actual characters or places, but twice, a player has appeared in dreams. This worries me, obscurely. Especially given that I flirted with one and had rubber-alien-suit sex with the other. Dreams are weird.)