creepy dream
Had a totally weird dream last night. Vivid as anything.
It started with some crazy pressured battle (with swords, idk why we didn't have guns) for the fate of the planet, and I was touted by some psychic as the great hope of the future. Uh, thanks psychic guy, NO THANKS. I remember training, and being pretty good, and then-- panicking and running away.
So far, so legit for what I would do. \o/ (Am totes a coward.)
I seemed to fall in with some guerilla group who thought lying down and pretending to be dead was a good idea. And with some ~generals~ of the other side in the immediate vicinity (idk, they were all dressed in white, and the big battle was red vs. blue and the guerilla playing-dead folk were all in black), I didn't think playing dead was the greatest idea, but with the generals-in-white (with very white hair) really close, hiding in a ditch and playing dead was my only option.
Semi got away with it - the generals thought I was dead and covered me with soil because they'd heard it was our custom to bury our dead. Thankfully it wasn't a lot of soil. The battle was going on in the distance, and I managed to creep out of the ditch - and had to hide in some weird building which was actually some sort of transporter.
I then "woke up" (but was still dreaming) in this crazy room full of metal bits and pieces, towering up to the wooden ceiling. As I moved, they started to fall away, and the room shuddered, and I had to skid and scramble over to a piece of the floor that was wooden and more secure. Then in front of me a glass case framed with gold rose up out of the darkness, with a life-size wax work of Louis Pasteur (!! no idea) wearing orange in it. I didn't have a lot of time to look at it, because the wooden panel I was stood on started to move down. I realised that somehow, this was a giant clock, and if I moved over to the wooden panel next to me coming up, I'd be okay for a moment. I leapt across, and the case with Pasteur moved down, and another one almost identical moved up. There were cogs up high, and the whole room moved with the clockwork, so I headed for a door and skidded out into a huge room with a carved, curved wooden staircase that led me down into the room.
The whole room was white, curved windows, lots of natural light, and was filled with podiums with weird things on. Like one had an iPad with a cracked screen, and another had an assortment of food tins with scratched labels, some I recognised, some I didn't. This whole place was some sort of museum - and a lot of it was a museum of modern times. This was stuff I knew from now, weathered over hundreds of years of ruin.
Somehow, I'd been transported to the far future, and this museum was run by the people attacking us in the past. They'd won and we lost. So I was probably in so much danger. I found another room at the end of the museum, and it was a long white runway, with a gap around it that fell into black darkness. This room housed some sort of mechanical display from Japan, and I can't recall the details of it, but there were some super large black chess pieces, and a crank handle, and I think I figured at this point that I was pretty much dead anyway (IDK) so I might as well crank the handle. So I wound up the clockwork display, and it was just. Scary. It was a nightmare machine. I could barely watch. There was a door at one side of the hall that I knew might be a good escape, but it was too far to jump, and the now rotating display was freaking me out so I backed out of the room, my heart pounding.
And then-- I started to meet some of the population of the museum and they were all played by Stanley Tucci (apart from one girl). Good god, brain, that was some messed up casting. There was one with crazy hair and a shuffling one who worked for the crazy hair guy, and his job was deciphering what food we used to eat in the past. And then there was a main Stanley Tucci in a lab coat who shooed away CrazyHair and presumed I was there for the museum job. I tried to pass myself off as that.
LabCoat guy told me he presumed I'd been in the clock - and he pointed at the Louis Pasteur clock room. I nodded - but a girl came out of there, talking about how fantastic it was as she walked down the curved carved staircase. Her name was Zhu. I tried to pretend I was the real Zhu, and I even tried to pull out my passport, but the date on it fluctuated. Labcoat got fed up and sent me away. I begged him to hire me, not her, but Labcoat led Zhu off up the stairs to the Pasteur clock.
I looked down at my wobbling passport and pocketed it again, but CrazyHair was watching from his doorway. I went and begged him for a job, saying he only had to feed me. He agreed, and when I got into his weird room - which was half-filled with a giant bed - he got me to try this marvellous drink he'd discovered. I could tell from the bottle it was just lime cordial, but CrazyHair told me about how it was a magical liquid from the past that lowered inhibitions. And he then patted the bed and sucked down some of his own cordial, and made me sit on the edge of the bed.
LabCoat came in, and coughed disapprovingly from the doorway, and CrazyHair got all defensive, saying I'd drunk the liquid voluntarily and I wanted to be with him. But my expression must have told LabCoat I knew the cordial was harmless, and he told CrazyHair I was Zhu, and thus his new hire. I followed LabCoat out, and he told me I wasn't to ask about where the real Zhu was, and I was Zhu from now on. In return for him keeping me safe, I had to tell him all I could about the objects in his museum.
We got as far as figuring out some of the objects in the museum - and the creepy clockwork room that freaked me out - were part of a message from the past to me, and I woke up.
But man.
Vividest dream I've had in the longest time.
Creepy, too.
It started with some crazy pressured battle (with swords, idk why we didn't have guns) for the fate of the planet, and I was touted by some psychic as the great hope of the future. Uh, thanks psychic guy, NO THANKS. I remember training, and being pretty good, and then-- panicking and running away.
So far, so legit for what I would do. \o/ (Am totes a coward.)
I seemed to fall in with some guerilla group who thought lying down and pretending to be dead was a good idea. And with some ~generals~ of the other side in the immediate vicinity (idk, they were all dressed in white, and the big battle was red vs. blue and the guerilla playing-dead folk were all in black), I didn't think playing dead was the greatest idea, but with the generals-in-white (with very white hair) really close, hiding in a ditch and playing dead was my only option.
Semi got away with it - the generals thought I was dead and covered me with soil because they'd heard it was our custom to bury our dead. Thankfully it wasn't a lot of soil. The battle was going on in the distance, and I managed to creep out of the ditch - and had to hide in some weird building which was actually some sort of transporter.
I then "woke up" (but was still dreaming) in this crazy room full of metal bits and pieces, towering up to the wooden ceiling. As I moved, they started to fall away, and the room shuddered, and I had to skid and scramble over to a piece of the floor that was wooden and more secure. Then in front of me a glass case framed with gold rose up out of the darkness, with a life-size wax work of Louis Pasteur (!! no idea) wearing orange in it. I didn't have a lot of time to look at it, because the wooden panel I was stood on started to move down. I realised that somehow, this was a giant clock, and if I moved over to the wooden panel next to me coming up, I'd be okay for a moment. I leapt across, and the case with Pasteur moved down, and another one almost identical moved up. There were cogs up high, and the whole room moved with the clockwork, so I headed for a door and skidded out into a huge room with a carved, curved wooden staircase that led me down into the room.
The whole room was white, curved windows, lots of natural light, and was filled with podiums with weird things on. Like one had an iPad with a cracked screen, and another had an assortment of food tins with scratched labels, some I recognised, some I didn't. This whole place was some sort of museum - and a lot of it was a museum of modern times. This was stuff I knew from now, weathered over hundreds of years of ruin.
Somehow, I'd been transported to the far future, and this museum was run by the people attacking us in the past. They'd won and we lost. So I was probably in so much danger. I found another room at the end of the museum, and it was a long white runway, with a gap around it that fell into black darkness. This room housed some sort of mechanical display from Japan, and I can't recall the details of it, but there were some super large black chess pieces, and a crank handle, and I think I figured at this point that I was pretty much dead anyway (IDK) so I might as well crank the handle. So I wound up the clockwork display, and it was just. Scary. It was a nightmare machine. I could barely watch. There was a door at one side of the hall that I knew might be a good escape, but it was too far to jump, and the now rotating display was freaking me out so I backed out of the room, my heart pounding.
And then-- I started to meet some of the population of the museum and they were all played by Stanley Tucci (apart from one girl). Good god, brain, that was some messed up casting. There was one with crazy hair and a shuffling one who worked for the crazy hair guy, and his job was deciphering what food we used to eat in the past. And then there was a main Stanley Tucci in a lab coat who shooed away CrazyHair and presumed I was there for the museum job. I tried to pass myself off as that.
LabCoat guy told me he presumed I'd been in the clock - and he pointed at the Louis Pasteur clock room. I nodded - but a girl came out of there, talking about how fantastic it was as she walked down the curved carved staircase. Her name was Zhu. I tried to pretend I was the real Zhu, and I even tried to pull out my passport, but the date on it fluctuated. Labcoat got fed up and sent me away. I begged him to hire me, not her, but Labcoat led Zhu off up the stairs to the Pasteur clock.
I looked down at my wobbling passport and pocketed it again, but CrazyHair was watching from his doorway. I went and begged him for a job, saying he only had to feed me. He agreed, and when I got into his weird room - which was half-filled with a giant bed - he got me to try this marvellous drink he'd discovered. I could tell from the bottle it was just lime cordial, but CrazyHair told me about how it was a magical liquid from the past that lowered inhibitions. And he then patted the bed and sucked down some of his own cordial, and made me sit on the edge of the bed.
LabCoat came in, and coughed disapprovingly from the doorway, and CrazyHair got all defensive, saying I'd drunk the liquid voluntarily and I wanted to be with him. But my expression must have told LabCoat I knew the cordial was harmless, and he told CrazyHair I was Zhu, and thus his new hire. I followed LabCoat out, and he told me I wasn't to ask about where the real Zhu was, and I was Zhu from now on. In return for him keeping me safe, I had to tell him all I could about the objects in his museum.
We got as far as figuring out some of the objects in the museum - and the creepy clockwork room that freaked me out - were part of a message from the past to me, and I woke up.
But man.
Vividest dream I've had in the longest time.
Creepy, too.