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A window into my dreams
Dec. 16th, 2008 08:34 amAwww. Kitty is curled up next to me all sleepy. *skritches him*
Anyway, I thought I would give you a window into my dreams. They are generally (a) sci-fi and (b) somewhat epic, rather like cramming a whole season of TV into one dream, and this one was no exception. It's rather stream-of-consciousness and unedited for which I apologize.
In the dream I woke up on my couch while it was still dark to a woman's voice urging me awake. At first I thought it was my mom, but it turned out to be a stranger. She was cryptic and didn't make much sense at first, though I gathered that she was an alien (this is a very, VERY common cliche in my dreams) that simply looked human. Another alien popped down through the ceiling, having gathered my neighbours and we rushed outside of the house (IRL I live in a high-rise) to be confronted a raging flood/tsunami coming at us. Y'know, as they do in the middle of a continent. O_o Anyway, the aliens had come to try to warn us about this imminent disaster (sort of global warming writlargeextreme), but weren't quite in time. People tried to cling to what trees and buildings they could as the waters rushed by, and the aliens grabbed as many people as they were able to reach.
After the first wave passed, the earth was just really muddy and over time it transpired that humans were "actualizing" or some shit which basically meant that we had reached a stage in our evolution where we could do some of the cool alien stuff like telekinesis and flying. The aliens were there to help us in this stage of our development, but over days and weeks as the earth grew wetter and wetter and the aliens "helped" us by ushering us into barrack-like flying boats to keep us safe above the rising waters as our powers slowly developed, the drudgery and aliens-in-charge-humans-obeying with severe (i.e. life-threatening beatings) the consequence for disobeying gave their assistance a seriously negative and frankly sinister tone. Those who fought back were punished, and those who tried to escape were invariably captured.
I escaped at one point with the assistance of a random incarnation of Doctor Who (AWESOME), but was later captured again because I had an expired passport (!!?!?). At a buffet I took one piece of meat too many before I realized it and had bitten into it. I tried throwing it away to hide the evidence but the alien overlords found it and were able to match the bite marks to my teeth. Fortunately myself and a couple of others were able to teleport away in a harrowing people-trying-to-get-through-a-closing-elevator-door moment, but even so were chased by the captain of the ship. He was very close to catching us, too - I can still see his face leering out of his vessel mere feet away - but all of us focusing our burgeoning powers were able to outrun him. We hid as far away as we could get, ultimately ending up on a merchant vessel which, while still under the alien's political power, offered us more day-to-day freedom.
One fateful day, however, an alien official came on board and we were all made to present ourselves while he looked us over. It was our previous captain who was old by now (I think we had also moved somewhat through time, though forward or backward I'm not sure, and his search for us must have taken longer in his life than we had lived yet in ours). He recognized us, smiled almost sadly, and left. My impression is that after his early years of trying to "help" us with his iron fist, he'd realized over time we weren't the rebel threat he had thought; we'd just wanted to live our own life. So he let us have our wish, and let us be. Then my alarm went off.
What's missing from this overview is the detail, both in the world - I could draw you a layout of the whole ship down to my little alcove amongst the human cargo (and I was one of the lucky ones having a few square feet to myself), or describe the smell of the sea air or curious blandness of the food - and of the character development from my original average neighbours to hardened rebel fighters (*coughoneofwhomborearemarkableresemblancetoKaraThracecough*).
*hands* So yeah. This is the sort of thing I dream every night. I kinda love it. :D
Anyway, I thought I would give you a window into my dreams. They are generally (a) sci-fi and (b) somewhat epic, rather like cramming a whole season of TV into one dream, and this one was no exception. It's rather stream-of-consciousness and unedited for which I apologize.
In the dream I woke up on my couch while it was still dark to a woman's voice urging me awake. At first I thought it was my mom, but it turned out to be a stranger. She was cryptic and didn't make much sense at first, though I gathered that she was an alien (this is a very, VERY common cliche in my dreams) that simply looked human. Another alien popped down through the ceiling, having gathered my neighbours and we rushed outside of the house (IRL I live in a high-rise) to be confronted a raging flood/tsunami coming at us. Y'know, as they do in the middle of a continent. O_o Anyway, the aliens had come to try to warn us about this imminent disaster (sort of global warming writ
After the first wave passed, the earth was just really muddy and over time it transpired that humans were "actualizing" or some shit which basically meant that we had reached a stage in our evolution where we could do some of the cool alien stuff like telekinesis and flying. The aliens were there to help us in this stage of our development, but over days and weeks as the earth grew wetter and wetter and the aliens "helped" us by ushering us into barrack-like flying boats to keep us safe above the rising waters as our powers slowly developed, the drudgery and aliens-in-charge-humans-obeying with severe (i.e. life-threatening beatings) the consequence for disobeying gave their assistance a seriously negative and frankly sinister tone. Those who fought back were punished, and those who tried to escape were invariably captured.
I escaped at one point with the assistance of a random incarnation of Doctor Who (AWESOME), but was later captured again because I had an expired passport (!!?!?). At a buffet I took one piece of meat too many before I realized it and had bitten into it. I tried throwing it away to hide the evidence but the alien overlords found it and were able to match the bite marks to my teeth. Fortunately myself and a couple of others were able to teleport away in a harrowing people-trying-to-get-through-a-closing-elevator-door moment, but even so were chased by the captain of the ship. He was very close to catching us, too - I can still see his face leering out of his vessel mere feet away - but all of us focusing our burgeoning powers were able to outrun him. We hid as far away as we could get, ultimately ending up on a merchant vessel which, while still under the alien's political power, offered us more day-to-day freedom.
One fateful day, however, an alien official came on board and we were all made to present ourselves while he looked us over. It was our previous captain who was old by now (I think we had also moved somewhat through time, though forward or backward I'm not sure, and his search for us must have taken longer in his life than we had lived yet in ours). He recognized us, smiled almost sadly, and left. My impression is that after his early years of trying to "help" us with his iron fist, he'd realized over time we weren't the rebel threat he had thought; we'd just wanted to live our own life. So he let us have our wish, and let us be. Then my alarm went off.
What's missing from this overview is the detail, both in the world - I could draw you a layout of the whole ship down to my little alcove amongst the human cargo (and I was one of the lucky ones having a few square feet to myself), or describe the smell of the sea air or curious blandness of the food - and of the character development from my original average neighbours to hardened rebel fighters (*coughoneofwhomborearemarkableresemblancetoKaraThracecough*).
*hands* So yeah. This is the sort of thing I dream every night. I kinda love it. :D
