ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
Last night I dreamed about being hassled by Donald Trump. WTF. I think I participated in some game show? I need to watch less US election coverage if my dreams get invaded.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
Last night in my dream appeared a cauliflower tree, i.e. a tree producing cauliflower like fruit, even though I am well aware of how cauliflower looks when it grows, that it is a variant of cabbage, and thus grows on the ground. I might be alienated from food production, but not by *that* much. (Despite being a city dweller, I don't believe in lilac cows that are the direct chocolate producers either.)
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I dreamed they rebooted the Muppets with Kermit redesigned as six legged frog, or well, two legs and four arms.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
Since my sleep schedule is currently very out of whack, and I did not sleep much last night, I ended up napping just now after I fell asleep while reading (not that great sleep either, I'm groggy now), but I had a cool dream with some sort of complicated plot. I don't remember the all the plot, but right before I woke up the dream had some celebratory feast (maybe because I had no lunch), but the weird part was that eating things, in particular from animals like meats and eggs, facilitated a temporary telepathic connection with still living siblings of the animal that was being eaten, while eating it. So the character in my dream in whose head I was, had a weird telepathic connection with a goose still being fattened, while eating another one...
ratcreature: RatCreature smokes Crack (crack)
My RL is rather stressful at the moment, and since yesterday I have a nasty cold on top of everything else. (Thanks a lot, body. Not.) Anyway last night I woke several times both from shivers as well as from weird suffocation nightmares in which I peeled sticky layers of mucus out of my throat (even though my cough and sore throat aren't all that bad, certainly not bad enough to hinder breathing, but the phlegm is the hard-to-cough-up kind, so my throat feels constantly icky and covered in something, which is what I assume manifested itself in my dreams in even worse ways :P). </gross tmi>

However, as I've spent the morning so far huddling under my blanket drinking fluids and dosing myself with paracetamol in hopes it'll help with the muscle aches and the shivering, I used that time to compile some AU recs:


Merlin
Leashed, by Riventhorn. Slash, Arthur/Merlin. (ca. 12,800 words)
The premise here is that Uther doesn't kill all sorcerers but enslaved some. Admittedly slavefic AU with mindcontrol elements is sort of like catnip as far as my kinks go, but this is not a kink wallow.

Numb3rs

Sacrifices of the Keeper, by Pygmymuse. Gen. (ca. 28,340 words)
In this AU Don and Charlie's parents are killed in a car accident, when Charlie is still a teenager.

Stargate: Atlantis

Strangers When We Meet, by Jendavis. Slash, John Sheppard/Ronon Dex. (ca. 14,000 words)
In this AU the expedition encounters a Sateda that didn't fall. I really like how the society was developed here, and seeing different aspects of Ronon.

Star Trek: Reboot

Take Refuge in What You Know, by Corpus Invictus. Slash, Kirk/Spock. WIP
Kirk and Spock are neighbors, and Spock is agoraphobic. Which sounds like a weird premise, but I'm enjoying how their relationship develops here, and the story makes this work.

Walls Burning, Towers Turning, by Leftarrow. Slash, Kirk/Pike. (ca. 5,000 words)
This is a fantasy AU with really neat worldbuilding.

Fighting Gravity, by Pantswarrior. Slash, Kirk/Spock. (ca. 138,700 words)
In this AU Spock doesn't join the Enterprise for its first mission. He and Kirk run into each other on earth afterwards, and this story slowly develops their relationship and reveals the backstory of what happened to Spock.

The Will of the Force, by Verizonhorizon. Slash, Kirk/Spock. WIP
This is a fusion with Star Wars, with Vulcans as Jedi.

Supernatural

My Life's Come Off Its Tracks, by mimblexwimble. Gen. (ca. 28,700 words)
In this AU Dean gets sick as a child, forcing the Winchesters to adjust. We see events from through Sam's eyes and I find good children's POVs really rare, but this one worked for me.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
Lest you think that I only dream horrible stuff, last night I had a dream in which the Nu!Trek characters (mostly Uhura and McCoy, but I think Spock and Kirk were around too) were involved in a sort of scavenger hunt for finding or solving something. The details have been unfortunately fading fast, but the best part was that one team was in a balloon, flying low over some kind of city (there were dogs below?) while another team was in communication with them, only it was much much faster and more maneuverable than a balloon (though you were in a kind of basket). So it felt basically like a flying dream, only that my dream POV (it was one of those dreams where upon waking I'm not sure whether I was in the dream as myself present somehow, or just observed the dream as a story) was next to my favorite trek characters solving puzzles while at the same time flying over a city.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I don't remember many details or the plot of this one, just some mundane and boring parts which involved supermarket cashiers and rotten potatoes, and on the less realistic side climbing of buildings (on the outside, wtf? predictably I failed at that part), but the really weird bit was that then not only had the dream within a dream thing, but it was a character's dream (that characters make an appearance happens often to me).

What was even stranger as I wasn't identifying with that character in my dream, but was mostly myself, and it wasn't one of the neat fanfic like dreams I sometimes get. Well, at least it wasn't one of my really disturbing dreams or recursive dream-in-dream nightmares either, that leave me disoriented upon waking up.

Oh, and in case you were curious, somehow the Reboot!McCoy in my dream had some sort of weird symbolist dream of his own, which he thought was about his divorce, but the only images I remember were of stone statues and an outreaching and grasping arm.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I had the most awesome dream right before I woke up this morning. Unfortunately it is fading fast, but basically I dreamed the pilot episode for a new tv show (well it wasn't a show in the dream, but I wasn't in the dream, so I just watched this original fiction plot unfold, one that actually made sense and had a cast and a premise).

The concept was more or less SF with crime procedural mixed with the quirky small community dramedy setting, because the premise was set in a future when humans had settled other planets, so it takes place on this colony planet where the humans settled alongside the couple of humanoid earlier alien inhabitants, who don't mix that much but the long time settlers somehow got some odd habits as a result. While not actually rural the settlers were considered somewhat backwater by space travelling humans, I think. There was cool worldbuilding hinted at in the plot, I don't remember all the details, but it manifested itself in things like small superstitions and also everyday customs, they got from early interactions with the aliens, also, some of the alien wildlife or animals or something I think was gross to the outsiders but of course the settlers were used to it.

Anyway, as a cast we have this, I think it was a crime lab or some sort of police investigation force with a quirky mix of geeky characters, at least one of them a settler who came back after his education elsewhere (he had a meddling family, kind of like RayV's and also a girlfriend appeared), and a recently transferred cop from elsewhere who has to adjust to life out there, think like Bones only with more SF thrown in, like if it had some Farscape aliens but a lot of humans settling elsewhere kind of like Firefly, and a humor element like the "city guy gets transferred to small town", only the contrast is not from big/small town, but from going to the other planet. And then they solved crime and run into quirky people and sometimes the aliens.

It's too bad that I forgot the case investigation that was in my dream, but there was actually a plot, and also subplots where we got to know the characters and slowly noticed that the planet and world is different too.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I dreamed [personal profile] seperis was a non-humanoid alien, just doing undercover pre-first contact research on the internet on humans. There were a bunch of really cool details about her planet that I remembered right after waking up but I've unfortunately already forgotten now. Also I think she was stuck in some bureacratic snafu preventing to go ahead with the project, hence the years of not revealing the alien part...
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
As background info you have to know that one of my recurring nightmare elements is my teeth crumbling and falling out. It usually appears as part of other dreams and slowly gets worse, but happens so often that whenever it gets bad enough, i.e. more than one tooth breaking and crumbling, I become aware in a dream that it is a dream because I recognize the "symptom" and try to wake up.

Anyway, the dream as far as I remember actually starts with me having just woken from a dream in which my teeth crumbled as part of it and I remember that dream within the dream. What I recall from the dream within the dream was that it took place in feudal Japan, something with Samurai and war anyway. Maybe fantasy Japan. So I "wake up" from this dream within this dream, and my whole family is there. I think I'm still a teenager, in any case my mother is still alive. Shortly into it I notice that my teeth are still crumbling, even though I'm not in the Samurai dream anymore, so I panic. I realize that this must be a dream too, and talk crazily to my family trying to convince them that this is a dream. They think this is real and that I need to get my teeth fixed.

Meanwhile the teeth crumbling gets worse and worse, yet I won't wake up. My plan now is to fall asleep again, to have a chance to wake up "right". But that doesn't work, I fall asleep to teeth crumbling and wake up in "reality" (the dream one) yet it persists again and again. Though for a little while after each "waking up" it gets better, so I think I'm alright for a little while, only to start again and get worse even faster. So then my plan changes to get back to the Samurai dream specifically. I'm not sure why that was my plan, I think the idea was to backtrack and "reset" so that I could wake out of the dream that was clearly fantasy and started all. So I try to find some historical fiction tv set in Japan to fall asleep to, so my dreams will be like that.

I try to recruit my family to find this kind of thing to watch, but at this point for some reason they don't believe me anymore that I'm me, and show me videos that are supposed to remind me of something? And I'm supposed to answer their question right (I don't remember that part well, but it was also panic inducing, because half my family accused me and the ones still helping me that I was some sort of impostor, there was running around and hiding and fleeing too.) Keep in mind that the teeth crumbling is still going on, resets or not, at this point so bad that I actually don't just spit out broken teeth and fillings and crowns, but these things have morphed into strange, steampunkish medical-mechanical contraptions that break, so I'm spitting out broken metal parts mixed with blood and teeth, still trying to wake up already.

And eventually I do, though it left me disoriented for a while.
ratcreature: navel-gazing RatCreature (navel-gazing)
Two months of the year over, and I have yet to finish any fanart. This is very dissatisfying. It's not that I don't have ideas or time, but more that my mood and motivation have sucked like a black hole recently. :(

That I tend to browse news sites to procrastinate probably doesn't help this, seeing how these usually put me in the mind frame to hide under a blanket in a miserable ball of anxiety and dread. (At the very least I got to stop reading business news. Case in point, last night I dreamed about a ton of squalid discount stores opening in some former luxury hotel, followed by a rain of fire from the sky. My subconscious has not heard of "subtle".) And of course not finishing or posting anything only makes me feel worse in a downward spiral.

Anyway, I thought I'd try mentioning a fanart project in public for added pressure, because some sort of commitment to stuff sometimes works to overcome my sloth. So: I have actually started working on the next picture of my HP series of magical creatures, a diricawl because that got a vote in the poll I did, and I already drew the redcap that was the only option with two votes. (It turns out not many people have an opinion on which HP magical creature I ought to draw next.)

So far I just have the basic idea for the scene, and some rough sketches. The plan is to draw a diricawl as it looks at the puff of feathers that is in the place of another one that has just vanished, and some predator or predator's eyes visible in the undergrowth in the background. And like the rest of the series in done in ink as book illustration.

Now I just hope the public commitment works...
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
To dream an awesome mystery plot (mine somehow involved a carnival, elephants and some sort of scheme that caused all electrical devices to be set up to use as little energy as possible, and rigged in weird ways, which made the investigator suspicious for some reason), and then to wake up before you had a chance to dream the revelation/climax scene, so that the stupid mystery continues to bother long you after you woke up even as the details of the dream fade. And of course it is impossible to come up with the solution while awake, because it was a dream and never made any sense to begin with, no matter what it felt like while the story in your dream unfolded and one your POV characters investigated while the others evaded and hid something.
ratcreature: RL? What RL? RatCreature is a net addict.  (what rl?)
You know, dreaming about LJ activity is bad enough, but now with fanlore fannish wiki-editing is featuring in my dreams too (though at least the dream also had a wacky action-adventure plot with some convoluted villain plan). This is getting kind of pathetic. I'm not even that active there.

But maybe I'm not alone at least?

[Poll #1298315]
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I tend to dream about the stuff I do or read right before falling asleep quite a lot. Yesterday I spent time reading SPN fanfic/fanart combinations from the Big Bang comm and thinking about quilts and their design, which led me to dreaming about collaborative SPN fanworks that actually *were* quilts. I don't know, it made sense in the dream, but I can't really explain it awake.

I dreamed about a group making a quilt as a gift or based on a prompt, but the parts of the quilt were an SPN story and art at the same time. One with action scenes and time travel I think. At least besides Dean and Sam there was definitely also time travel in this dream, or rather some kind of time distortion bubble that had formed around a building(?) that resembled my former high school's gym, but was also a flying(?), steampunk-like train at the same time. There were also people in hazmat gear (to protect them from the time distortion effects) outside. Or maybe they wore it for a different reason. Lots of running around and being chased too, which is a common theme in my dreams.

Understandably I have a really hard time to recall the images from the dream, because nothing makes sense, less so than usual even, what with being both an action plot and a patchwork quilt, i.e. while all the action unfolded as is normal in a dream the same things were also that quilt. It worked in the dream somehow. Then again, maybe it isn't that odd in light of this this traditional image of fate being a spun yarn that represents life somehow controlled by a group of women, Moirae I think? At least patchwork quilts are two-dimensional patterns, that were the fanfic plot here...

So I guess in a way I dreamed fanfic (the SPN steampunk-flavored timetravel action plot, which I unfortunately don't recall in detail) and fanfic meta (the group of women making a patchwork quilt somehow representing the former) at the same time. Still -- WTF, subconcious?
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I had some part in a surreal hobby theater production that had really ugly home-made amateurish set designs, and for some inexplicable reason my part involved no speaking, but some kind of weird acrobatics where I was hanging upside down from some sort of rope harness, and was lowered onto someone else (a child, I think?). And then it went wrong and I squished them or injured them or something, because I was too heavy. WTF, subconscious? Maybe it's the ubiquitous Weight Watchers campaign ads plastered everywhere right now. Though afaik those have yet to feature fat people in weird acrobatics arrangements squishing squishing innocent children...
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
What an extremely freaky dream I had last night! It was like a kind of mix of SF story and room escape computer game, with a really complicated plot, so I have already forgotten many of the details, but the gist of it was like this:

It started out fairly normal. I was on public transport and had to get somewhere, only I noticed that some people act off, not obviously weird or anything, but as the dream goes on, something seems not right with them in how they act to me. Then I come to a store, or at least it seems like a store, but it is closed, only I'm certain I will be admitted.

Anyway, there's weird door mechanism thing admits me, at first glance it seems just like a locked revolving door, but it is some kind of disguised airlock thing that you can push through if it lets you. Meanwhile the clerk protests on the inside, only then she seems to realize something, as if I just should have told her, and her behavior changes, and the room shifts, not like a holodeck illusion but as if the material rearranges, and it turns into this slick futuristic thing with a machine in the center, against which I press my head or which I touch anyway, which then lets me into another (virtual?) environment.

And I'm left to wonder whether I'm one of them, i.e. the not quite right acting ones, who seem to maintain some kind of illusion, only I still don't know what's going on. Meanwhile I'm in this second environment, which is even more like a room escape game (in that I know that I have to collect things or go to certain places to "progress" as you have to with an escape game). Again there are some slightly freaky people who, while freaky, act like me in that they know this isn't real either, and normal humans acting like regular people who treat this all as normal every day environment, not realizing the odd things.

It was quite disconcerting, though not quite a nightmare, because the whole time in this cliched SF trope I didn't even know which "side" I was actually on wrt to the setup, why there were these people cooperating and deferring to me, whether something was being done to the less aware, whether we were actually all human, or some aliens pretending to be human... it was like having amnesia, only not really, since I still remembered the "in character" things I knew before I realized the weirdness.

Also, I actually woke up in the middle, but managed to get back into the same dream storyline, which rarely happens for me.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I wonder whether I can blame this one on the fever...

It was a Friday Night Lights Dream, but sort of in a cyberpunk setting. I was together with Jason, Tim and Lyla, and we were on the run. I think because aliens wanted to infect something in us, or extract something, anyway, we would have turned into podpeople like the rest. Also we had some sort of radio connection with someone helping us, well, not really radio but some cyberpunk virtual reality communication. I think the one helping us was Landry.

Anyway I don't remember all of the plot, but at one point we were in some sort of mall, and there was someone speaking from a podium, I think it was an election campaign? Anyway, the speaker was this scary woman, who had strange body modifications done on her, like her bones were odd and her hands deformed, which I think had something to do with her covertly supporting the aliens? And we were sort of hiding in the audience, and I think trying to infiltrate her personal network to find out about her agenda or something.

It was all very dark and weird and full of paranoia.
ratcreature: hiding under my blanket (hiding under my blanket)
I had a horrible nightmare last night. The details are a bit fuzzy by now, because after I woke up in the middle of the night I eventually went back to sleep, but the worst thing was that it was recursive. At first it was a regular dream. I have forgotten most of the details from that, the only odd thing I seem to recall was that I wasn't really myself in the dream. Anyway, at some point it turned scary, when a guy turns around and his face has no eyes but kind of a dark depression that looked somehow horrible, like unclean? Anyway that not-quite face was really, really frightening inside the dream. Anyway at that point of the dream I "woke up" only to find myself still dreaming (though it took me a little bit to realize), just this time completely paralyzed and unable to scream though I tried to. That moment then turned really panic inducing, because when I realized the first was a dream and then kept trying to move only I couldn't, some part of my brain pointed out that I had read somewhere that you can't properly move during REM sleep as some protective measure, so I concluded that the complete paralysis was a sign that I still must be dreaming (the suckiest lucid dream ever). Only that didn't even make things less terror inducing, since I now tried to both move and to just "surface" from the dream, and neither worked. Also, I think something scary was still threatening.

Then early this morning I dreamed about some weird low-budget alternative SF convention, which could have been fun, if it hadn't turn into a plague catastrophe movie, with an outbreak of some horrible infectious diseases.

Also, even now, hours later and wide awake I still have that scary eye-less face stuck on my mind.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
I had a rather neat Harry Potter/The Sarah Connor Chronicles dream. Unfortunately I didn't write it down right after waking up, so I've already forgotten the plot, but it was full of action-adventure stuff. I think, iirc, the main premise was somehow that the SkyNet and Terminator machines were initially built to take care of the wizard war problems and fallout by the muggles for their protection against magic, perhaps even through time travel, only of course that backfired somehow (don't ask me how the HP and Terminator timelines were made to match up, it just worked in my dream!), and now John Connor had to fight both the Terminators and evil wizards or something. I think he and his mom may have hooked up with Harry & Co. at some point, but I'm not sure anymore of the details. Still it was a pretty cool dream. And of course there'd be great potential for our teenage heroes who are expected to save the world to commiserate in this setup, but my dream wasn't heavy on the teenage savior angst.
ratcreature: RatCreature as Spidey (spidey)
Well, all that Spider-Man reading has some nice side-effects: I had a neat Spider-Man/Superman crossover dream last night. Sadly no slashy content or anything, just a wacky action-adventure, and I mostly forgot the details soon after waking up. Still, nicer than lots of other dreams.

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #5-7 (written by Peter David, pencils by Roger Cruz and Michael Wieringo, inks by Karl Kesel)
These issues were kind of forgettable, except for the brain-hurting part where they somehow compressed or relocated the timeline to make weblogs a common thing when Peter attended high school, but it is best not to notice these details. Also, I'm really not interested in wrestling, much less into mythical wrestling gods or whatever that villain was, so it didn't do anything for me, and some angsting by Peter about the origin of his powers (i.e. are they (comic-book) scientific or from magical totems?) didn't make up for my lack of interest in the rest.

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #8-10 -- Jumping the Tracks (written by Peter David, pencils by Roger Cruz and Michael Wieringo, inks by Karl Kesel and Mike Manley)
And this story was just-- it just didn't work for me. It's not even the timetraveling future Spider-Man whose daughter is the future Hobgoblin as such. I mean, yes, that's weird, but this is comics and you deal. But the whole setup was lame. First, some crazy torturing Peter with his guilt over dead relatives and friends yet again gets old, and really there is no need to bring back Uncle Ben (again? maybe they don't count the ghost thing). Also, to me it made no sense that a future Spider-Man ends up as the boss of the time police, and that they don't even prevent that stereotypical apocalypse that apparently happened. And the whole thing with the alternate Uncle Ben just got more boring with him seemingly shooting that Spider-Man. Obviously the "real" Uncle Ben, or a reasonable equivalent from another universe as the one in the Spider-Man as pro-wrestler AU flashbacks seemed to be, wouldn't just turn into a homicidal lunatic, even when he's depressed, so the shooter isn't that Ben, no matter what the artificial tension is supposed to be. So he's either some evil!Ben brought from yet another universe (but that crazy timetravelling Green Goblin said she only brought one) or some shapeshifter bad guy who will then try to trick Peter (*yawn*), only I was confused by the clothing issue. The guy who confronted alternate!Ben first appeared to wear a woolly hat, and then later the dead!Ben (whom I assume is alternate!Ben) wears a baseball cap, so where did that come from? Alternate!Ben didn't wear any hat. Other random annoyances: as far as self-referential meta jokes go the "retcon bombs" were on the really clumsy side and not that amusing.
ratcreature: RatCreature feels sick. (sick)
I have a killer headache, my throat is scratchy, my nose stuffed, and I woke up from a nightmarish dream where I was chased through tower structures during some kind of flooding event, that was damaging them, so I had to scramble over waterlogged, bloated corpses (no idea why they were already bloated when the flooding was happening just then), nearly drowned in some pipe/tunnel thing next to one, and all of that somehow was happening as I was trying to get through an excruciating (and general anxiety inducing) family dinner thing at the place. There were other horrible things too. Thanks a lot subconscious!
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
So last night I dreamed Dexter (the one from the serial killer series) was having dinner with the Browns from Everwood. *flail*

That was just wrong and terrifying on so many levels (and though I've forgotten many of the details since I woke up I remember it was a nightmare), and shows that I really shouldn't watch Dexter right before falling asleep.

Some crossovers just can't end well for the characters...
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
Why do I get a slightly porny (though thankfully not explicit) John/Dean Wincest dream?!? It is not my pairing, and despite [livejournal.com profile] derryderrydown's pimping, unlike with Sam/Dean I have never even read a single story with it. *headdesk*
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
Oh yes, this is what I needed, waking up from a nightmare of a horrible, painful skin rash to my face, and that after I had been unable to get into restaurants with delicious smelling food while being hungry and had been soaked to the skin in the same dream.

On the bright side the dream also had anthropomorphic, speaking catpeople -- who were however looking awful when they got the same disfiguring rash with erupting pustules from coming too close to the white furry cactus, which btw for some inexplicable reason was used as a potted plant, and tricked you with its deceptively soft hair, which looked and at first even felt great, all silky and fluffy that you wanted to touch, and it molded itself to the petting too, only that it then shortly afterwards caused said painful rash on all skin that had come close. The anthropomorphic cat person in question however was somewhat stupid as it tried getting close to the cactus even as my symptoms started, convinced it's fur would protect it, but it got it worse than me.

And also what soaked me was some cool, inner city wide water fountain installation, so that part was at least initially fun. Now that I think about it, so was the horror cactus, as its fur felt awesome at first before the pain started.

On the downside, right before I woke up from the pain caused by imaginary skin rashes there also appeared a swarm of crawling bugs which had somehow multiplied in one of my bags (I think due to some fruit that was rotten without me noticing) that finally burst the bag and spilled out of it in a crawling mass. The bugs were smallish and disgusting with a bluish, metallic sheen to their carapace, as if they were the beetle-cousins of blowflies.

Anyway, in a nutshell: wtf, subconscious?! (as usual) and it really sucks to wake up before 5a.m. all panicked and jittery, thinking your face has erupted into weeping, painful sores for a moment.

yuck.

Aug. 26th, 2006 19:28
ratcreature: RatCreature enjoys food: yum! (food)
So I fell asleep this afternoon (probably because I got up ridiculously early usual for a Saturday to jog as I skipped the jogging yesterday and felt guilty about it today -- this regular exercise thing sucks *grump*), and I dreamed of food. Understandable, as I just now woke up and still hadn't any dinner. But deep-fried chicken?!? WTF subconscious?

I always find it vaguely disturbing to dream of non-veggie food because it happens so rarely, as both awake and asleep I usually don't have any cravings for meat, and it's not like I have eaten any in more than a decade. However after dreaming for some time about eating deep-fried animal carcasses, now that I'm awake I still feel like eating some. Which is just gross. ::shudder::
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
To deal with the unbearable afternoon heat (I'm just not made to cope with temperatures well over 30°C) I was napping. And I dreamed that if you made a certain kind of connection via your computer with an access point in another place, a strange rope would appear (looking rather like an expandable dog leash, come to think of it) and you could use that to pull yourself there physically. It had distance limitations, like say to get to Sweden I'd have to make a connection to Denmark first and then to Sweden, and the travel wasn't instantaneous, just rather fast, though it felt like being pulled on a barge over water (don't ask, I know it doesn't make much sense), but somehow this was really neat.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
...I actually dreamed of football last night. >.<
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
First, let me say that I blame the fact that I now have bunnies (!) appearing in my nightmares completely on [livejournal.com profile] seperis and her rabbit stories.

Anyway, in this nightmare I was in my comic store to get my weekly comics, and it was fairly crowded. Then when I had gotten my comics there were these two guys who had a pet rabbit with them, only I didn't notice that it was theirs at first, but it distracted me by being all cute, and furry and bunny-like (or apparently not so bunny-like since according to [livejournal.com profile] seperis' accounts they're vicious creatures) so that meanwhile one of the guys could take my bag with comics in the crowded store unnoticed. By the time I did notice despite the rabbit distraction he was already gone. The truly nightmarish part (beyond having my comics stolen) however had only started, when I caught up with the two at the underground station and tried to get my comics back, as it turned out that they were some kind fundamentalist born-again Christians, who'd insist on preaching at me (at length) before agreeing to give my comics back. So I spent the latter half of my nightmare in an underground station (which happened to be extraordinarily creepy btw), listening to some wacky sermon as they tried to proselytize me, all just so I could get my comics. WTF subconscious?!?
ratcreature: WTF!? (WTF!?)
I've known for a while about [livejournal.com profile] dierondie but I'd always thought this kind of community was a weird HP thing. I mean after years in HP fandom I still don't get what all those "elite" and "sorting" and "elite sorting" communities or whatever are for, and what their point is, so I never really wonder anymore about strange HP fandom phenomena.

But now I've seen [livejournal.com profile] kill_dr_weir appearing in the [livejournal.com profile] sga_newsletter in SGA. And my first reaction to the community name was "WTF? SGA has them too?!?" Then I looked at its info, and from the community description it doesn't seem to be exactly the same thing, since the SGA one is "just" for fiction killing Elizabeth and less overtly about outright character hate, but still. Unlike with Ron, whom I really like, I'm somewhat indifferent to Elizabeth, yet I really don't get what's the fun with character hate.

On a total random note, I had a really nice SGA/Supernatural crossover dream last night featuring Sam, Dean and Zelenka, that is Sam and Dean were hunting something and Zelenka was a more or less clueless civilian they had to work around. I think it was set at some college somewhere. Anyway, I don't remember details anymore, but it was very cute.
ratcreature: RatCreature sleeps. (sleeping)
Despite my icon showing rather peaceful sleep (I wish!) it was anything but last night. Early this morning I woke from a truly awful nightmare, which somehow is still sticking with me hours later. What made it so bad was its insidiousness. It was mundane, sort of bureaucracy-related and the people there compounding to my stress were all creepily nice and very sorry that they couldn't help me more, so actually there was this Stockholm Syndrome feeling throughout the dream, that I empathized with them, even as they demanded that I had to follow their idiotic procedures, and the whole thing was under tremendous time pressure.

The nightmare in more detail... )

In other news, I brought Dustin to the vet again this morning, but what I could tell him of how the breathing problems and such developed with the meds was inconclusive, because Dustin still made the sounds, and it didn't get much better, but there were some changes that could have been the meds but could have been just random fluctuations of the sounds that weren't constant anyway too, so right now the diagnosis still isn't certain. For now he decided to stick with those meds a while longer because definite effects have to show if his assumption that it's a heart defect causing water to accumulate in the lungs is correct, otherwise he could rule that out as cause and something else needs to be tried. So I'm supposed to bring him again after Easter and give him the medication three times a day until then. Sigh.

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