To the Rescue?

Tonight I was reluctantly moving through a dark version of university, cautiously edging my way into the deeper territories, belonging to professors and master students, feeling out of place. At the bottom of a flight of stairs I found a number of pamphlets it seemed I needed, about the available subjects.

I attended some kind of lecture, before I was sent off and the dream changed to a completely new scenario, where I had to locate and save some girl. I got her safely to a kind of temple, avoiding her being captured by someone evil. Then I briefly woke up, fell asleep again, and started anew, this time from the girl's perspective. Turns out she thought of my first character as her brother, and she was relieved at being rescued, but then she made an error when we were going back to the temple, picking up a blue feather she was supposed to be given. So the brother was saved, but she was captured by the overlord-like fellow. Placed next to a scowling woman (resembling Sifore) and a line of soldiers, the girl was then asked to explain how mustaches grew. She was terribly confused at this request, but complied, fearing for her life.

Too much postapocalyptia!

I've been playing Fallout 3 too much I think. Had a series of postapocalyptic or just general apocalyptic dreams lately. In one I was among a group of survivors, woke up briefly at the abnormal (maybe? I've never had something like it happen to me RL) surge of pure grief at losing my childhood home to the waves, feeling absolutely lost, before I was back in the dream, and we were making the best of what was left by settling in a building complex which would later turn out to be some kind of residential and commercial complex on top of a huge dam, just waiting to burst. For some reason "I" spent 75 minutes in a shower (it was actually five or so, but all the guys in the room claimed it was more and "I"'m like "omg but I always spend like at least 50 mins under hot water" and not caring one bit that we had only just survived some kind of apocalypse) with a blondie celebrity seemalike, except it turned out "she" was not a she at all. Somewhat hilarious, mostly just confusing. Dream goes on to exploring the area, trying to find resources and other survivors, and ends just as we meet a military patrol which somehow survived thus far.

The most vivid (and most complete) recollection is one of Gil Grissom getting into some kind of little airplane, and flying over a mass of dark clouds hiding the total destruction happening on the ground below, calling out frantically for his Queen (Sidle) and Bee Boy (Sanders), in a mixture of grief because he's sure they're lost (and looking at the scenery it's hard to believe anyone could have survived) and hope that they are somehow still alive and able to hear him.

Airports and lost chances

So, tonight I was two places at once. Two dreams interlaced as I was moving through an airport in one (using secret hallways with names like "alpha shift" or "four shift") with my dad, and at the same time trying to ally with the son of a wealthy estate owner in order to give someone a present at said estate.

Not sure anymore what the airport had to do with anything. But the estate part was the greater in the two-fold dream anyhow. And there, I was a child again, trying to become friends with the estate owner's son, who was of the same age. We eventually agreed (or so I thought) upon a combined gift we could give, but when I returned to the estate as something closer to a teenager, the estate owner seemed uncannily amused, and I soon understood why. As I went out into the great garden to seek out his son, I saw said son (who had also experienced this time-shift and changed age) running towards me, a smile transforming his once petulant face into something of a more positive quality.. But then he ran past me and into the arms of someone else. Sucks to be whoever I was. ^^

Time for a rescue

So tonight I was in a PoW camp bearing a subtle resemblance to some kind of palace, although poorly constructed. We were captured in the woods, and the prison keepers, lead by Grimfar, treated us quite poorly. Survival being a matter of staying off the radar, keeping one's head down and becoming one with the crowd of prisoners, all bird-like in their evasion of anything like an attempt to bring about some cohesion to the group, and to arrange an escape.
It all ended quickly after a hog-like man came to challenge Grimfar, behind the guise of a diplomat, but after escorting him to Grimfar's throne room I woke up.

So, that was last night.
Another night some months ago I was the main character from Psych, riding around on my bike (an american-style motorcycle), avoiding the police, somewhere in the outskirts of that city with the nineteen traitors statue. Seeking refuge in a combined old church and soup station for the poor, located in an alleyway underneath the highway, I quickly became aware that there was something odd about the crowd. Most of them were run-down outcasts, hungrily scooping down the food they were served.. only to enter a state of sedation, as a number of new, more clean-looking people appeared at the edges of the room. It was when I saw one of these new people starting to feed on one of the outcasts that I knew I had stumbled into a vampire group's feeding grounds, and I attempted to escape without notice. The elder vampire noticed the attempt and I was chased by a group of them, outside despite the sunlight - although it was dimmed by the highway smog.
Hiding in a sports clothing shop I almost eluded them, but the elder once again sniffed me out, and caught up to me. But rather than being fed upon both the elder and the character I had been playing up until that moment became inexplicably excited, and the elder declared psych-guy a non-target, having found something better to use him for.

Not so much a dream as ..

A year and just about exactly three months extra, and I've returned, with a mind full of half-remembered dreams.

Sortof sad now that I haven't written them down, for the dreamtime fades fast in the hour of waking. I've just returned from visiting a new country for the first time, let's see if I can't find some little hidden-away items of dreamtime which still speak to me after a year of neglect. It's not that I haven't dreamt, but time has ceased to be my ally.

I was running through a forest of some kind, trying to escape pursuit, possibly of an inquisitorial kind. I reached a gigantic mansion built up in the crown of a group of massive trees, and as I climbed the ramps to get up there I found it to be some kind of resort, with an impressive amount of concubines (or maybe they were just showgirls, because I distinctly remember there being costumes, and a rush to get ready for some kind of stage). I signed myself into the guestbook as Jiuzhou Huang, which I kept remembering for some odd reason long after I had awoken. Jiuzhou being an actual chinese word (Chinese: 九州; pinyin: Jiǔzhōu, literally The Nine Provinces according to wikipedia) and Huang being the 7th most common Chinese surname as well as one of the 100 families according to the google results. And I know the surname is supposed to be written first, but hey, can't argue with the dream when it's that clear.

And the guy who was in charge of the guestbook dotted all his i's with hearts. XD

Anyway, time to head back in.

The black spiral

Today some cute redhaired boy was breaking into our car as we were driving, I don't remember why we were driving, but I was supposed to go roleplaying. The boy attempted to steal all sorts of stuff and only smiled when I stopped him and made him let go of the items he had tried to take out of the car. Finally, he runs off.
So I make it to the roleplaying session, but nothing much happened, so B and I go out, and lo! The redhead is there.. trying to steal something from someone else. So we try to catch him, but all we get is a book mentioning that he has to steal something important in order to be allowed to dance the black spiral. Which is something significantly evil in the World of Darkness which is the setting for our roleplaying sessions. So we decided to stop him somehow, that sweet boy couldn't possibly know what he was trying to achieve. Then I woke up.

Paintings..?

So I met an old friend again tonight. She was an artist, now, painting and sketching, and she had an abusive husband for some reason. It was imperative he not see one of her smaller paintings, some landscape of some sort. The whole run-down apartment was filled with crates and boxes full of paintings, and we were on the couch looking through the sketchbook when we argued about something and the husband appeared. I hid the forbidden painting behind my back and kept him from seeing it.
So i leave pretty fast after that, down into the street where a guy is selling spun sugar.
There were other things going on of course, some weird kind of party leading up to this apartment scene. More obsqure stuff I no longer recall.

Dizzy

So it's november, and I'm dizzy. Probably the lack of sleep lately.
Not good, I was up until 5 am, then 2 am, on two consecutive days on two consecutive weekends, and I've been up until midnight- 2am several weekdays as well.
And here I am, it's saturday and it's 4:37am. Boo!

So anyway. On to the dreams. I've been exploring the dreamworld version of Italy a few nights in a row. Highlights include the Nineteen Traitors statue, nineteen spears with the heads of some Norwegians on them, and a big plaque talking about Denmark surrendering to some country or other. Other highlights; the huge, gigantic tower which could be seen from anywhere in the city, a TV tower or somesuch. A few churches, some local shops, then the explosions and the fires and the driving around with one of my friends and not knowing where my bf was, and then we drove over this tall bridge, kindof like the new Svinesund bridge, only more elegant.

The next night it was a different city, but same country, we were exploring old buildings and ruins, and went down below street level into a completely dark stairway, we also went through some abandoned industrial building although I remember no details whatsoever.
Drat.