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Nightmares last night. I think I was sleeping too hot, but anyhow I got dehydrated. At least twice.
The scariest one was the first one, before I got up and had a drink of water. I doubt he remembers it but I woke BK up enough to make him cuddle me back to sleep. He's a good teddy bear. I was driving a car from the backseat again (no one was in the front seat) down a narrow road at night in traffic. Which is bad enough. But then I drove through a place where there were ghosts, and the guy next to me and I both saw them. I couldn't scream, neither could he really. I knew he was freaking out worse than me so I had him hold my hand and told him it was just that one spot, we would be all right if there wasn't another spot, so I had an arm around him until we got out of the car and had to figure out how to get into the big well-lit white concrete and glass building we were going to. Then I woke up.
The next dream was a lot funnier and less obviously symbolic. The war from Erfworld was the organizing plot, but many of the characters from OoTS were there and the world mechanics seemed to come from that game I play with David all the time. (So... cartoon war for which we were staging in Death.) And it was all displayed kind of like Sims. Which was rather silly, in fact. Because we were in Death, when people died nothing really changed. You could tell because the Sims dying animation sort of happened (no reaper, but a ghost leaving the body) and there was a little pause for re-loading, but then they were there, standing in default at-rest pose. But near the end of the dream, everyone left to go fight the war. I was half of a character who somehow turned into two people when she entered Death (think Good Kirk/Evil Kirk) and I had to stay behind because my other half was out there fighting--or because I was the evil one and so I volunteered to stay behind to help the cause, or something. And there was a kid there, a real person I know in the real world, whose father was also there. The son had to remind his father that he couldn't leave, since he'd died while we were in Death. (Mode of death was hitting his head on a sink. He bandaged it in time but then he felt better and took the bandage off and bled to death.) The father went out to fight and didn't really know how to react. That's about where I woke up, I think? I hung out talking to the son a bit.
Yesterday my dreams were erotic and I woke up and wrote for a couple hours on sheer creative energy. Why can't all nights be like that?
The scariest one was the first one, before I got up and had a drink of water. I doubt he remembers it but I woke BK up enough to make him cuddle me back to sleep. He's a good teddy bear. I was driving a car from the backseat again (no one was in the front seat) down a narrow road at night in traffic. Which is bad enough. But then I drove through a place where there were ghosts, and the guy next to me and I both saw them. I couldn't scream, neither could he really. I knew he was freaking out worse than me so I had him hold my hand and told him it was just that one spot, we would be all right if there wasn't another spot, so I had an arm around him until we got out of the car and had to figure out how to get into the big well-lit white concrete and glass building we were going to. Then I woke up.
The next dream was a lot funnier and less obviously symbolic. The war from Erfworld was the organizing plot, but many of the characters from OoTS were there and the world mechanics seemed to come from that game I play with David all the time. (So... cartoon war for which we were staging in Death.) And it was all displayed kind of like Sims. Which was rather silly, in fact. Because we were in Death, when people died nothing really changed. You could tell because the Sims dying animation sort of happened (no reaper, but a ghost leaving the body) and there was a little pause for re-loading, but then they were there, standing in default at-rest pose. But near the end of the dream, everyone left to go fight the war. I was half of a character who somehow turned into two people when she entered Death (think Good Kirk/Evil Kirk) and I had to stay behind because my other half was out there fighting--or because I was the evil one and so I volunteered to stay behind to help the cause, or something. And there was a kid there, a real person I know in the real world, whose father was also there. The son had to remind his father that he couldn't leave, since he'd died while we were in Death. (Mode of death was hitting his head on a sink. He bandaged it in time but then he felt better and took the bandage off and bled to death.) The father went out to fight and didn't really know how to react. That's about where I woke up, I think? I hung out talking to the son a bit.
Yesterday my dreams were erotic and I woke up and wrote for a couple hours on sheer creative energy. Why can't all nights be like that?