dream fragments
May. 27th, 2004 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnashThere's this high school that shows up sometimes in my dreams. It's a large sprawling campus, more university-sized than high school, it's far too designy and stylized and expensive to be any of the ones I went to, or a composite of them. Or of the colleges I went to, for that matter.
Something bad always seems to happen when I wander through it. The last time I remember it appearing, I ended up trapped in a pneumatic-tube evacuation system with no way out.
I was walking around after dark, gloomily thinking about money woes. I wanted to take a shortcut and I made the mistake of trying to cut through this high school. Weird looks from people there. Maybe because of not passing, maybe the pink hair, maybe just "Who's this woman?".
Going through a few buildings, I end up in the yard. Well, it used to be the yard. Now it's more of a Recreation Areatm - it's more like the inside of some High-Tech Branded Arcade Experience, all white/bluish plastic surfaces, floors curving into walls into ceilings, these columns dividing the area up into irregular smaller areas. The columns and a lot of walls have largish video screens with semi-education interactive entertainment, or with almost-physical stuff along the lines of EyeToy. There are some oddly-lit areas dedicated to particular games. Others that're less structured. And I guess it's mid-day now, because there's kids running around everywhere in it. Late grade-schooler kids, I think.
I just want to get through this place, to make my ill-advised shortcut actually work. Instead I somehow end up with a lot of them throwing stuff at me. It's all lightweight hard-to-hurt-anyone-with rubbery things, and I'm possessed of much better reflexes than normal, so I'm able to deflect it as I run around looking for a way out. At some point I end up getting swept down the drainage hole of a pool and dying, but this is mostly just an inconvenience because I immediately come back. Annoyingly, right at the same place I was sucked away, so I die again the same way, come back again, and manage to get out. Then, I'm escaping this area by riding on the back of a giant venomous snake. I've kidnapped most of these kids and they're all clinging to the back of this snake as we go through the water. Breathing is not an issue though we're mostly underwater.
There's some stuff involving being out in a lake, with a ragged fence around it and muddy banks, and being lazily chased after by an alligator. Then I'm on one of these banks with all the kids, who are not at all happy with me, and I'm trying to wrangle the snake so we can all get back on it and I can get the hell out of here and get on with my gloomy wandering. The snake's been wounded. And just as I've got its head pinned so it's not dangerously thrashing about, both my hands occupied, one of the kids comes up to me and kisses my chest, pressing something to it with his tongue - or maybe he just puts it there with his hand.
It's a little red thing. And I know it's somehow condensed from the very poisonous snake's venom, and it's osmosing into my bloodstream through my shirt, and I'm going to die very soon.
And I wake up, cold.
I always wake up cold after nightmarish dreams, and they're never really about anything that makes sense. HP Lovecraft I'm not.
It was something like 3AM. I went back to sleep after a bit. There were a couple more interesting dreams but I forgot them in the time it took to get up and decide to write this one out.
Something bad always seems to happen when I wander through it. The last time I remember it appearing, I ended up trapped in a pneumatic-tube evacuation system with no way out.
I was walking around after dark, gloomily thinking about money woes. I wanted to take a shortcut and I made the mistake of trying to cut through this high school. Weird looks from people there. Maybe because of not passing, maybe the pink hair, maybe just "Who's this woman?".
Going through a few buildings, I end up in the yard. Well, it used to be the yard. Now it's more of a Recreation Areatm - it's more like the inside of some High-Tech Branded Arcade Experience, all white/bluish plastic surfaces, floors curving into walls into ceilings, these columns dividing the area up into irregular smaller areas. The columns and a lot of walls have largish video screens with semi-education interactive entertainment, or with almost-physical stuff along the lines of EyeToy. There are some oddly-lit areas dedicated to particular games. Others that're less structured. And I guess it's mid-day now, because there's kids running around everywhere in it. Late grade-schooler kids, I think.
I just want to get through this place, to make my ill-advised shortcut actually work. Instead I somehow end up with a lot of them throwing stuff at me. It's all lightweight hard-to-hurt-anyone-with rubbery things, and I'm possessed of much better reflexes than normal, so I'm able to deflect it as I run around looking for a way out. At some point I end up getting swept down the drainage hole of a pool and dying, but this is mostly just an inconvenience because I immediately come back. Annoyingly, right at the same place I was sucked away, so I die again the same way, come back again, and manage to get out. Then, I'm escaping this area by riding on the back of a giant venomous snake. I've kidnapped most of these kids and they're all clinging to the back of this snake as we go through the water. Breathing is not an issue though we're mostly underwater.
There's some stuff involving being out in a lake, with a ragged fence around it and muddy banks, and being lazily chased after by an alligator. Then I'm on one of these banks with all the kids, who are not at all happy with me, and I'm trying to wrangle the snake so we can all get back on it and I can get the hell out of here and get on with my gloomy wandering. The snake's been wounded. And just as I've got its head pinned so it's not dangerously thrashing about, both my hands occupied, one of the kids comes up to me and kisses my chest, pressing something to it with his tongue - or maybe he just puts it there with his hand.
It's a little red thing. And I know it's somehow condensed from the very poisonous snake's venom, and it's osmosing into my bloodstream through my shirt, and I'm going to die very soon.
And I wake up, cold.
I always wake up cold after nightmarish dreams, and they're never really about anything that makes sense. HP Lovecraft I'm not.
It was something like 3AM. I went back to sleep after a bit. There were a couple more interesting dreams but I forgot them in the time it took to get up and decide to write this one out.
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Date: 2004-05-27 10:08 am (UTC)You've escaped that to some degree, but certainly the dragon seems to have penetrated deeper in the Muck consciousness than others.
Perhaps part of you is concerned that elements of her will prove toxic to other attempts at persona or personal expression?
Admitted, this is purest hypothesizing on my part.
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Date: 2004-05-27 11:18 am (UTC)I'm also reluctant to assign meaning to dreams. I really work on the theory that it's just your brain pulling random images, ideas, and emotions out, and trying to make some sort of coherent story out of it...
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Date: 2004-05-28 12:15 am (UTC)Admittedly, the theme can be very hard to find sometimes, but the linking cord has usually been there when I've made the effort to investigate.
But then, that could just be how I process things. I shouldn't impose my neurological functioning over someone else's.....
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Date: 2004-05-27 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-27 01:12 pm (UTC)I dreamt my parents cannibalised me once, when I was three years old. I don't think I was really scared my parents wanted to eat me, somehow. Sometimes, weirdass dreams are just weirdass dreams, your subconcious giving itself a good scruband your brain trying to make some sense of the resultant bathwater.
^^;
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Date: 2004-05-27 02:53 pm (UTC)I mean, I had a dream once (which I wrote up here, but have no idea where) where I ended up a shemale monster woman, in a post-nuclear-apocalyptic world, where I was part of a group of people who were wise arbiters of arguments. All of whom were monster women. Then there was this bit about a martial art practiced by a monastic order of watchmakers, or something like that. What that means, I haven't a clue, but it was some compelling imagery. All I know is that the part in that one where I filled a boot with pee, and still had to go afterwards, was probably related to the fact that I had to go to the bathroom when I woke up.
Dreams are weird.
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Date: 2004-05-27 03:35 pm (UTC)The recurring location of the highschool is interesting as well - isn't it odd how you can percieve the identity of something in a dream, even though it's physical appearance points in opposite directions? I dreamt once I met a purple haired skeleton in an Arthurian peasant village, and knew it was my Dad. Once I dreamt I was a boy, but still knew I was Hannah...just like wearing a boy suit, to see what it was like.