One Of You Must Die. Your Time Starts Now.
Last night I dreamt I was a Taskmaster contestant. I went to the Taskmaster house on a day I wasn't filming, for some reason, and found Alex sitting outside it. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, am I interrupting filming?' I asked. Alex said, 'Well, yes, but only in a very small way.' We chatted for a short while, and then one of the other contestants emerged from another part of the garden and announced to Alex, with an air of accomplishment, 'I've killed them all.'
In fact, while I'm thinking about dreams, I'm going to drop some of my other dream notes into this entry, so they don't get lost if something happens to my phone.
This is mainly for my own benefit, of course; I realise that other people's dreams aren't that interesting to most people! You're welcome to read if you're curious, though. One of the dreams is a bit dubcon, so I'll include a warning before that one.
In my dream I stroked a baby giraffe, and a fluffy yellow duck snuggled up against my side/partly in my lap and settled down and went to sleep, and Prompto of Final Fantasy XV was going to be imprisoned, and I was able to hold his hand to comfort him, although I don't know if he consciously understood that I was there. I reached out my hand and he took it, that was real and physical, I could feel it, but I was the player; I wasn't really there.
Taskmaster dream: Alex gave an impassioned rap, Greg quietly gave me permission to decide whether he got any points for it. Alex was startled and delighted when I gave a similarly impassioned speech in his favour. 'They were beautifully crafted words, and it was our honour and our privilege to hear them. Who cares if they didn't make sense?'
Dream Misha Collins: 'Sometimes I want to find out more about something you've said, but I can't because every time I push an "enquire" button you push a "fuck with me" button.' I think it's a little rich of Dream Misha Collins, of all people, to accuse me of not taking a conversation seriously. He was laughing a lot while we talked, though!
Shortly before this, he'd said 'First one to move is a true soldier' to me and another person, and we both moved immediately but I was perhaps a little slower. 'I'm so glad to know I'm not a true soldier,' I said. It was funnier in the dream, but it seemed to amuse Misha.
Dubcon dream starts here and lasts for two paragraphs:
Dreamt that a young woman felt Sean of Life Is Strange 2 up in a car for... practical reasons? He was a trans guy in this fic; I think she was trying to stimulate his period or just get him wet in order to achieve... something? Something along the lines of 'you're sitting on a message written in invisible ink and only your fluids can reveal the writing'. It wasn't that. But it was something like that. Anyway, Sean was a virgin and had some very intense, confused feelings about the whole thing, want bordering on distress.
After they got out of the car, interrupting the experience before anyone got to come, Sean hesitantly went 'maybe we could find a bed or put out a blanket or something?' - basically trying to ask if they were going to have sex now - and she went 'nope, that was just for practical reasons, bye' and left, leaving Sean unsatisfied and uncomfortable.
Dubcon dream ends here.
Dreamt of going on some sort of quest to retrieve something important with my brothers and maybe a couple of others; were my sisters-in-law there? In any case, there were a lot of beautiful visuals. Being underwater, able to walk/move around as usual but also able to swim towards anything higher up that caught my interest to get a better look, e.g. fish. On a train, going past detailed, vibrant anime-style layered backgrounds, forests and people and intense blue sky. A large oval room, made of stone and open to the elements at the front (sort of a big oval portico?), possibly also without a ceiling, strewn with autumn leaves and with a few gnarled trees growing here and there inside the room; I spent a while here because it struck me so much, then went and called my brother Joseph to look at it, and we photographed ourselves there together.
Dreamt that Sue Sylvester of Glee was trying to shoot me with a rifle.
Happy new year! Sorry for kicking it off with a post that's solely of interest to me.
In fact, while I'm thinking about dreams, I'm going to drop some of my other dream notes into this entry, so they don't get lost if something happens to my phone.
This is mainly for my own benefit, of course; I realise that other people's dreams aren't that interesting to most people! You're welcome to read if you're curious, though. One of the dreams is a bit dubcon, so I'll include a warning before that one.
In my dream I stroked a baby giraffe, and a fluffy yellow duck snuggled up against my side/partly in my lap and settled down and went to sleep, and Prompto of Final Fantasy XV was going to be imprisoned, and I was able to hold his hand to comfort him, although I don't know if he consciously understood that I was there. I reached out my hand and he took it, that was real and physical, I could feel it, but I was the player; I wasn't really there.
Taskmaster dream: Alex gave an impassioned rap, Greg quietly gave me permission to decide whether he got any points for it. Alex was startled and delighted when I gave a similarly impassioned speech in his favour. 'They were beautifully crafted words, and it was our honour and our privilege to hear them. Who cares if they didn't make sense?'
Dream Misha Collins: 'Sometimes I want to find out more about something you've said, but I can't because every time I push an "enquire" button you push a "fuck with me" button.' I think it's a little rich of Dream Misha Collins, of all people, to accuse me of not taking a conversation seriously. He was laughing a lot while we talked, though!
Shortly before this, he'd said 'First one to move is a true soldier' to me and another person, and we both moved immediately but I was perhaps a little slower. 'I'm so glad to know I'm not a true soldier,' I said. It was funnier in the dream, but it seemed to amuse Misha.
Dubcon dream starts here and lasts for two paragraphs:
Dreamt that a young woman felt Sean of Life Is Strange 2 up in a car for... practical reasons? He was a trans guy in this fic; I think she was trying to stimulate his period or just get him wet in order to achieve... something? Something along the lines of 'you're sitting on a message written in invisible ink and only your fluids can reveal the writing'. It wasn't that. But it was something like that. Anyway, Sean was a virgin and had some very intense, confused feelings about the whole thing, want bordering on distress.
After they got out of the car, interrupting the experience before anyone got to come, Sean hesitantly went 'maybe we could find a bed or put out a blanket or something?' - basically trying to ask if they were going to have sex now - and she went 'nope, that was just for practical reasons, bye' and left, leaving Sean unsatisfied and uncomfortable.
Dubcon dream ends here.
Dreamt of going on some sort of quest to retrieve something important with my brothers and maybe a couple of others; were my sisters-in-law there? In any case, there were a lot of beautiful visuals. Being underwater, able to walk/move around as usual but also able to swim towards anything higher up that caught my interest to get a better look, e.g. fish. On a train, going past detailed, vibrant anime-style layered backgrounds, forests and people and intense blue sky. A large oval room, made of stone and open to the elements at the front (sort of a big oval portico?), possibly also without a ceiling, strewn with autumn leaves and with a few gnarled trees growing here and there inside the room; I spent a while here because it struck me so much, then went and called my brother Joseph to look at it, and we photographed ourselves there together.
Dreamt that Sue Sylvester of Glee was trying to shoot me with a rifle.
Happy new year! Sorry for kicking it off with a post that's solely of interest to me.