Way past good taste, on our way to bad omens...
Meh. Had trouble with Verizon this...afternoon. Bothered me. Finally, apparently, have it working again...
...and now I'm gonna ramble about a dream for a bit.
'Cause it was filled with furre-anarchy-things-blowing-up-whee goodness.
So, yeah. Took place in a darker setting. Something like New York... The time being set in an era where people went to work, wondering if they'd come home that night. A place between the higher living (mansions with wrought-iron fences around them), and the factories (and these things spewed so much smoke, the sky was black-grey--sunlight was shone in puce-yellow streaks through the thinner parts of the smog). The buildings were dark, the people were dark...
...geez, I wish I could draw it. It'd take a lot of brown, black, and green watercolor...
But, yeah...
I could "smell" it... I think it was a memory of when I was in LA, or the nights in Okinawa when people burned their trash, or other such firey, smokey smells... Enertaining, anyway, to "smell" things in my dream.
The people were weird--because some of them weren't people. Furries were walking around--though, yeah, generally treated badly. Lower.
I was one of the furries--wolf. 'Course. 'Cloud.
Dream opened up in a car (...uh...Ford?). I was settled next to a woman and her child... Dark-skinned, dark-haired, and they were terrified. They were slumped down to keep out of sight, and I was just keeping a lookout as we made our way. She was talking to me--the mother... Apologizing for the trouble, but they were going to take her kid... And, well, I knew this (somehow--dreams are nice like that), and wouldn't let it happen if I could handle it.
...then the kid did something stupid. She squirmed to look out the window of the car. I let out a growl--"Get her down!" and shoved her back down. She screamed, 'cause I think I dug my claws into her scalp...
And that caught someone's attention. I can't really tell who. But the driver suddenly slammed his foot down, and the car went speeding. Before I knew what was happening, before I could do shit... Tires screamed, and then the metal twisted inward. Black.
Woke up in a warehouse (in actuality, is was the west wing of a mansion), bleeding like fuck, my neck and leg actually hurting. First thing I saw were the windows--they were painted with a thin coat of yellow--or maybe it was dust... Near the windows, there were crates... On one of the crates was a rabbit furry, swinging her footpaws, and twisting one of her wrists in the other paw. When she noticed I was awake, she sighed.
Asked her what happened to the woman and child. She sighed again, shaking her head and shrugging. I got up--finding my neck and leg weren't broken (yay), and stalked over to her. I became absolutely fascinated with the tendons and bones moving under her fur...
She said that someone would be here for us in a bit. I wanted to ask her how she knew this--and then a mouse popped out of a hole in the crate she was sitting on. He was dressed...so cute. A waistcoat and goggles. On a mouse. Hee. He was about the size of a rat (since he was furry), and... He just amused me so much.
He told the rabbit we should get going now. There was a hole in the wall on the other side of the crate--the others (though I didn't know who they were at this time) had made a hole. And we'd have to leave fast, while the guards and the dogs were distracted. We were told to go straight for the fence.
So, the rabbit kicked the crate aside, and shot through the hole (on all fours, 'cause it was faster). The mouse went after. And I tore after them (also on all fours). I remember the mouse wasn't moving as fast as I could, so I grabbed him and threw him onto my back. He made a GIRish scream-giggle at that, and buried himself into my hackles...
No sooner had I leapt up and caught my hindlegs on the fence, about to propel myself off, the building we'd just exitted exploded. The mouse giggled again--he sounded psychotic. Leapt off the fence, shuddering--thought about the fact that maybe the mother and the girl were in there. I'd have to eat mister cute mouse if that was the case.
Caught up with the rabbit... Who had reached the group that had helped us to escape. There was a fox and another wolf (...he had dreads)... The rabbit had somehow hurt herself in her flight, and they were currently looking at her foot, wrapping it up quickly in a makeshift splint. She was nicely quiet about the entire deal...
The mouse skittered off, going to talk to the fox quietly. They were all walking...on two legs. I was still on all fours. Looked at the rabbit, and asked her if she was alright... She nodded a bit, then said she wouldn't be able to walk. I heard bells--the fox and the wolf did, too, 'cause their ears pricked and they glanced... Then the wolf, fox, and mouse went toward the sidewalk to get going. The rabbit tried to stand--couldn't move a step... So I went ahead and got her on my back... Horseback. Ha.
Caught up with the others, walking in their midst as they talked. They were quite satisfied with their bit of anarchy... And were talking about it in quiet tones. I really didn't give a shit about their cause at the moment, and just tuned them out... 'Til the rabbit mentioned the girl and the woman. Asked her if she knew what happened to them. She said they took them to a different place. M'pretty sure I knew what she was talking about--and I got really fuckin' pissed, but...was quiet... Stared at the ground as I walked (funny thing is, I felt the pressure of the rabbit's weight on my back as I did).
Then I noticed the fox, wolf, and mouse had stopped talking. Looked up, and saw a group of girls... One of which was looking at me with a nasty smile on her face. I recognized the face from somewhere (but just in the dream), and knew she was bad.
The girls were in some girl-scout get-up. Skirts and vests and berets. All rather pretty.
She said something... About something I personally owned in my den (which was, really, a rough shanty somewhere in the industrial part of the city). Said my sketches were lovely--and it was a pity to have destroyed them. She smiled again, flicking a silver lighter, and they were on their way.
That just pissed me off more. M'extremely territorial. Knowing someone's been through my shit... Yeah. Knowing someone's been through my notebooks or sketchbooks--a fucking sin. And then they destroyed them...?!
Wanted to kill them. Didn't, because the rabbit was on my back, and the wolf was tugging at my collar, dragging me away, 'cause, even if I wasn't conscious of it, I was turning around. He growled at me--not an English word to be discerned from the sound, but I understood it all the same: they'd get it later.
Hmmhmm. He let go, and I just kept walking. After the must-kill-something-NOW adrenaline wore off, I just felt wretched. Guilty, and worthless, 'cause I had failed the woman, the child, and my team (I was aware of the fact that I wasn't working alone in protecting the woman and the child--there were other people and furries helping, but I had been the one entrusted with their safety). Let them down--fucked up...
And now I'd probably never see the lot of them again... Mostly because I didn't know how I would find them now... But also because I thought they wouldn't want me...
...and like fuck if I thought I belonged with these anarchists. Even if I did believe in their cause...
...or just wanted to blow up as many rich-bitch mansions as I could.
End.
Wish I could've had a conclusion to it--or a proper beginning.
It was inspiring, at least. The look of it, and the idea behind it.
And the rabbit did have enviable movements in her paws...
...and now I'm gonna ramble about a dream for a bit.
'Cause it was filled with furre-anarchy-things-blowing-up-whee goodness.
So, yeah. Took place in a darker setting. Something like New York... The time being set in an era where people went to work, wondering if they'd come home that night. A place between the higher living (mansions with wrought-iron fences around them), and the factories (and these things spewed so much smoke, the sky was black-grey--sunlight was shone in puce-yellow streaks through the thinner parts of the smog). The buildings were dark, the people were dark...
...geez, I wish I could draw it. It'd take a lot of brown, black, and green watercolor...
But, yeah...
I could "smell" it... I think it was a memory of when I was in LA, or the nights in Okinawa when people burned their trash, or other such firey, smokey smells... Enertaining, anyway, to "smell" things in my dream.
The people were weird--because some of them weren't people. Furries were walking around--though, yeah, generally treated badly. Lower.
I was one of the furries--wolf. 'Course. 'Cloud.
Dream opened up in a car (...uh...Ford?). I was settled next to a woman and her child... Dark-skinned, dark-haired, and they were terrified. They were slumped down to keep out of sight, and I was just keeping a lookout as we made our way. She was talking to me--the mother... Apologizing for the trouble, but they were going to take her kid... And, well, I knew this (somehow--dreams are nice like that), and wouldn't let it happen if I could handle it.
...then the kid did something stupid. She squirmed to look out the window of the car. I let out a growl--"Get her down!" and shoved her back down. She screamed, 'cause I think I dug my claws into her scalp...
And that caught someone's attention. I can't really tell who. But the driver suddenly slammed his foot down, and the car went speeding. Before I knew what was happening, before I could do shit... Tires screamed, and then the metal twisted inward. Black.
Woke up in a warehouse (in actuality, is was the west wing of a mansion), bleeding like fuck, my neck and leg actually hurting. First thing I saw were the windows--they were painted with a thin coat of yellow--or maybe it was dust... Near the windows, there were crates... On one of the crates was a rabbit furry, swinging her footpaws, and twisting one of her wrists in the other paw. When she noticed I was awake, she sighed.
Asked her what happened to the woman and child. She sighed again, shaking her head and shrugging. I got up--finding my neck and leg weren't broken (yay), and stalked over to her. I became absolutely fascinated with the tendons and bones moving under her fur...
She said that someone would be here for us in a bit. I wanted to ask her how she knew this--and then a mouse popped out of a hole in the crate she was sitting on. He was dressed...so cute. A waistcoat and goggles. On a mouse. Hee. He was about the size of a rat (since he was furry), and... He just amused me so much.
He told the rabbit we should get going now. There was a hole in the wall on the other side of the crate--the others (though I didn't know who they were at this time) had made a hole. And we'd have to leave fast, while the guards and the dogs were distracted. We were told to go straight for the fence.
So, the rabbit kicked the crate aside, and shot through the hole (on all fours, 'cause it was faster). The mouse went after. And I tore after them (also on all fours). I remember the mouse wasn't moving as fast as I could, so I grabbed him and threw him onto my back. He made a GIRish scream-giggle at that, and buried himself into my hackles...
No sooner had I leapt up and caught my hindlegs on the fence, about to propel myself off, the building we'd just exitted exploded. The mouse giggled again--he sounded psychotic. Leapt off the fence, shuddering--thought about the fact that maybe the mother and the girl were in there. I'd have to eat mister cute mouse if that was the case.
Caught up with the rabbit... Who had reached the group that had helped us to escape. There was a fox and another wolf (...he had dreads)... The rabbit had somehow hurt herself in her flight, and they were currently looking at her foot, wrapping it up quickly in a makeshift splint. She was nicely quiet about the entire deal...
The mouse skittered off, going to talk to the fox quietly. They were all walking...on two legs. I was still on all fours. Looked at the rabbit, and asked her if she was alright... She nodded a bit, then said she wouldn't be able to walk. I heard bells--the fox and the wolf did, too, 'cause their ears pricked and they glanced... Then the wolf, fox, and mouse went toward the sidewalk to get going. The rabbit tried to stand--couldn't move a step... So I went ahead and got her on my back... Horseback. Ha.
Caught up with the others, walking in their midst as they talked. They were quite satisfied with their bit of anarchy... And were talking about it in quiet tones. I really didn't give a shit about their cause at the moment, and just tuned them out... 'Til the rabbit mentioned the girl and the woman. Asked her if she knew what happened to them. She said they took them to a different place. M'pretty sure I knew what she was talking about--and I got really fuckin' pissed, but...was quiet... Stared at the ground as I walked (funny thing is, I felt the pressure of the rabbit's weight on my back as I did).
Then I noticed the fox, wolf, and mouse had stopped talking. Looked up, and saw a group of girls... One of which was looking at me with a nasty smile on her face. I recognized the face from somewhere (but just in the dream), and knew she was bad.
The girls were in some girl-scout get-up. Skirts and vests and berets. All rather pretty.
She said something... About something I personally owned in my den (which was, really, a rough shanty somewhere in the industrial part of the city). Said my sketches were lovely--and it was a pity to have destroyed them. She smiled again, flicking a silver lighter, and they were on their way.
That just pissed me off more. M'extremely territorial. Knowing someone's been through my shit... Yeah. Knowing someone's been through my notebooks or sketchbooks--a fucking sin. And then they destroyed them...?!
Wanted to kill them. Didn't, because the rabbit was on my back, and the wolf was tugging at my collar, dragging me away, 'cause, even if I wasn't conscious of it, I was turning around. He growled at me--not an English word to be discerned from the sound, but I understood it all the same: they'd get it later.
Hmmhmm. He let go, and I just kept walking. After the must-kill-something-NOW adrenaline wore off, I just felt wretched. Guilty, and worthless, 'cause I had failed the woman, the child, and my team (I was aware of the fact that I wasn't working alone in protecting the woman and the child--there were other people and furries helping, but I had been the one entrusted with their safety). Let them down--fucked up...
And now I'd probably never see the lot of them again... Mostly because I didn't know how I would find them now... But also because I thought they wouldn't want me...
...and like fuck if I thought I belonged with these anarchists. Even if I did believe in their cause...
...or just wanted to blow up as many rich-bitch mansions as I could.
End.
Wish I could've had a conclusion to it--or a proper beginning.
It was inspiring, at least. The look of it, and the idea behind it.
And the rabbit did have enviable movements in her paws...