Sweet Zombie Jesus, that was a weird dream.

[chaotic_nipple]

From what I can tell, the background was that the traitorous confederates has succeeded in seceding, and my dream family had the incredible misfortune of living in the CSA, which, of course, had become a totalitarian state where the "Aristocrats" stomped all over everyone else, no matter what their color. The Aristocrats made the Russian Czars look like models of humanitarianism, they were so bad. Whatta bunch of jerks.

The actual dream starts with me and my dream-sister (who didn't seem to be one of my real-life siblings) on the run from the "purity police". I think because our parents were secret abolitionists, or something. Anyway, we find ourselves with a kindly foster family, who makes plans to sneak us over the heavily guarded border to freedom. They give me a lucky ring to wear, more on that later. Disaster strikes, and the Purity Police find us! The kindly family is gruesomely slaughtered, but the two of us manage to escape. This is where things get strange...

We hide under a bush, which leads us to a town of friendly gnomes. They use their magic to hide us, and tell me that the lucky ring given to me by the kindly family is really a Power Ring (though it's not green). I practice using the ring, and then go out to wreak bloody revenge on the oppressors. First, I destroy the Purity Police without mercy, save for their commander, who I torture for a while, use the magic ring to give him just enough of a healing factor to _not_ die, but not enough to actually heal him, and then abandon him to his horrid and lingering fate. Then I lead a heroic revolt against the Aristocrats, who get pushed into the sea, and the commoners of the land all live happily ever after. Then I woke up. In summation, I was a Warren Ellis character.

Comments

[corwynofamber.livejournal.com]

For some reason, I had the "Dream Police" by Cheap Trick running through my head as I read you post.

[blue-chicory.livejournal.com]

How come you get to be effectual in your dreams and in mine if they include bad guys just involve running, hiding and the occational booby trap in my wake?

[chaotic-nipple.livejournal.com]

It's because I eat more red meat. Brings out the killer instinct. ;-)

[lillian-green.livejournal.com]

I'll play in YOUR brain anytime!! Thank gawd someone else has long involved dreams too...most people tune out about two minutes into the explanation, and five minutes later they get that glazed look, and then interrupt to say, "wow, you have wierd dreams." Get out your mind-meld colander and let's go wreak havoc on Spolcertin IV, planet of hoojum monkeys, intellegent ooze, vorpal blades, and liquid power cubes. Or wherever the 3:30 AM brain happens to travel.

[chaotic-nipple.livejournal.com]

The sad thing is, the dreams that I can _remember_ tend to be the more boring ones. For example, I had a long and involved dream last night about editing wikipedia entries. There was a raucus party going on in the basckground, which I kept trying to enjoy, but every few dream-minutes, I had another idea that I just _had_ to add to the articles I was editing. :-P

[lillian-green.livejournal.com]

omigawd, dreaming about geekin' - that's hilarious. The ones I remember tend to be more simple too, and then there's the ones that are so texturally rich that they just leave a dream-shaped hole on your brain, rather like when you lift your head off the pillow and leave a lump.