dreams are weird
Apr. 4th, 2008 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnashI just woke up from a dream where I was assuming the role of some butch adventuring guy. With facial hair that kinda coded for 'evil' in movie language. It started with some kids daring each other to ride their bicycles into Dracula's castle, where they encountered a wandering glowy ball that was Dracula's shade. (At this point it was a video game, by the way. With some weird little physics bugs.) One kid tried to sacrifice the one I was controlling to Dracula's shade, presumably to bring him back. My avatar escaped; at some point during this exchange they became older.
He vaulted over some low barriers and went out a previously-unavailable arch, still presumably on the grounds of the castle. Encountered a couple of monsters - a big insect, some kind of monster rat - and killed them by pointing at them. And then he came to a little stairway to a door in a wall. With a white cat guarding it. He tried to open it and was warned off by the cat; then he began to talk with the cat. Who talked back. And was quite willing to be bribed by, oh, the corpse of that rat, right there? Except a whole bunch of other cats had arrived and were swarming it. How about this parakeet I'd killed a moment ago? Same problem. Well, what if we go looking for something? Okay! and the whole swarm of cats was off down a curving staircase off to the right.
My avatar paused in following them, and knocked on the door that now no longer had a cat guarding it. Leaning to the left, I could see the magician who lived there coming down a swoop of stairs. I showed her the lightbulb I'd picked up and explained my quest and she agreed to take me in and work on it. After we got back inside and upstairs, I realized that she looked just like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ursulav all dressed up gothy. Except I know she doesn't look like she used to. There was a ring of the doorbell and she excused herself to take delivery of a whole truck-full of bottled water, and when she came down she was a scrawny frazzly oldish guy; the role of the wizard had, evidently, been recast.
There was a bit more after this but it's faded. Something about sticking around for quite a while and getting this lightbulb carved down into a gear that would somehow go into some Magic Weapon, something about a jigsaw puzzle the wizard had been trying to do for years, something about arranging his words as gently-bouncing bubbles on a shelf, and arguing about whether or not the bolding choices I was making made it sound like he was shouting or not.
Then I woke up. Dreams are weird.
He vaulted over some low barriers and went out a previously-unavailable arch, still presumably on the grounds of the castle. Encountered a couple of monsters - a big insect, some kind of monster rat - and killed them by pointing at them. And then he came to a little stairway to a door in a wall. With a white cat guarding it. He tried to open it and was warned off by the cat; then he began to talk with the cat. Who talked back. And was quite willing to be bribed by, oh, the corpse of that rat, right there? Except a whole bunch of other cats had arrived and were swarming it. How about this parakeet I'd killed a moment ago? Same problem. Well, what if we go looking for something? Okay! and the whole swarm of cats was off down a curving staircase off to the right.
My avatar paused in following them, and knocked on the door that now no longer had a cat guarding it. Leaning to the left, I could see the magician who lived there coming down a swoop of stairs. I showed her the lightbulb I'd picked up and explained my quest and she agreed to take me in and work on it. After we got back inside and upstairs, I realized that she looked just like
ursulav all dressed up gothy. Except I know she doesn't look like she used to. There was a ring of the doorbell and she excused herself to take delivery of a whole truck-full of bottled water, and when she came down she was a scrawny frazzly oldish guy; the role of the wizard had, evidently, been recast.There was a bit more after this but it's faded. Something about sticking around for quite a while and getting this lightbulb carved down into a gear that would somehow go into some Magic Weapon, something about a jigsaw puzzle the wizard had been trying to do for years, something about arranging his words as gently-bouncing bubbles on a shelf, and arguing about whether or not the bolding choices I was making made it sound like he was shouting or not.
Then I woke up. Dreams are weird.
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