What Shadow Unit Dreams may come.....
Well done to those tricksy, ever-so-devious Powers That Be.
Sleeping today, prior to going out to drinks at my favourite SF/F/Horror book store and then heading on to work for another graveyard shift, I had a Shadow Unit inspired/leakage dream. (Note: if you haven't read SU yet, a lot of this will lack context. Go read it, it's great.)
In that dreamly way, I was both part of the action and observing it. We/they went to a different, much nastier and less welcoming Idlewood, where all of the team were required to remember/interact with their own most horrible Gammas. And the Daphne analogue handled it most poorly, which led to some cognitive dissonance, as the part of me that was in the action was sympathetic but not getting why she was freaking out, whilst the partly omniscient part of me was all nodding and going, "Well, duh she's the one freaking the most"
Anyhows, we/they leave Not-Idlewood, and make our way to the sight of a somehow not resolved case near-ish by, on foot. And as the group breaks up into singles, twos and threes as you do, in-dream-I starts speculating about just what The Powers That Be are likely to try on us next, and then surprise/disturb myself (in that totally Delta way) with some off hand comment about an escaping Gamma over Halloween, mention to some of the others who also have the same reaction of "Cool!/Ohshit!" that fellow Deltas will know all too well.
We then get to the house we were ambling to, and just as we start arriving some weird/nasty shit starts happening, we all hustle backwards in the door with 'guns' drawn with dream-me taking the tail end, and in that dream way getting the door slammed shut just in time for the Big Bad to slam up against the outside of it a fraction of a moment too late to eat your face.
For some reason the front door to this house is now one of those (really stupid) ones where the door is really just a wooden frame for a large pane of glass, clear in this case, and the Big Bad is currently possessing a foot tall plush teddy bear.
Which, of course, snarls hate/frustration/menace through the door, whilst I yell fear/defiance/anger back at it.
And wake up bellowing into my pillow, mere minutes before my alarm is due to go off...
My brain can be a remarkably strange place. o.0
Sleeping today, prior to going out to drinks at my favourite SF/F/Horror book store and then heading on to work for another graveyard shift, I had a Shadow Unit inspired/leakage dream. (Note: if you haven't read SU yet, a lot of this will lack context. Go read it, it's great.)
In that dreamly way, I was both part of the action and observing it. We/they went to a different, much nastier and less welcoming Idlewood, where all of the team were required to remember/interact with their own most horrible Gammas. And the Daphne analogue handled it most poorly, which led to some cognitive dissonance, as the part of me that was in the action was sympathetic but not getting why she was freaking out, whilst the partly omniscient part of me was all nodding and going, "Well, duh she's the one freaking the most"
Anyhows, we/they leave Not-Idlewood, and make our way to the sight of a somehow not resolved case near-ish by, on foot. And as the group breaks up into singles, twos and threes as you do, in-dream-I starts speculating about just what The Powers That Be are likely to try on us next, and then surprise/disturb myself (in that totally Delta way) with some off hand comment about an escaping Gamma over Halloween, mention to some of the others who also have the same reaction of "Cool!/Ohshit!" that fellow Deltas will know all too well.
We then get to the house we were ambling to, and just as we start arriving some weird/nasty shit starts happening, we all hustle backwards in the door with 'guns' drawn with dream-me taking the tail end, and in that dream way getting the door slammed shut just in time for the Big Bad to slam up against the outside of it a fraction of a moment too late to eat your face.
For some reason the front door to this house is now one of those (really stupid) ones where the door is really just a wooden frame for a large pane of glass, clear in this case, and the Big Bad is currently possessing a foot tall plush teddy bear.
Which, of course, snarls hate/frustration/menace through the door, whilst I yell fear/defiance/anger back at it.
And wake up bellowing into my pillow, mere minutes before my alarm is due to go off...
My brain can be a remarkably strange place. o.0