When I sleep my neurons play odd games XXI...
Saturday night I was asleep by midnight and awoke at least once every hour if not more throughout the night. Each time I awoke I remembered the dream I'd had, and then, loath to leave it at a low point I tried to dive back in to fix things. I returned to the same dream each time, picking up where I left off like it was a RP or LARP session. Looking back at it, I think it was a garbled history of Cinnamon in an alternate universe that was geared a little more to magic and necromancy than vampires or Clans.
It began in an institution/psychward behind locked doors with no idea of what was going on or why. Secrets, paranoia and revelation followed. Weird shit abound; the discovery of powers and the hint that one might be extremely powerful if only one could figure out what to do... A cat called Sekhmet and the learning of how to harvest strength... Then all hell broke loose in an alternate version of the Cam/Sabbat war: only this was all about powers focused through trinkets and people trying to infiltrate a place en-masse by magicking themselves to be doppelgangers of those already there. (Which, actually, is quite freaky and stressful as you know one is your friend, one the enemy and you don't know who to raise the alarm about and anyway *everyone* has a bloody double and it's impossible to keep track...) Later there were sentient buildings of power (Bedlam), artifacts of doom, some force trying to kill all the necromantic things, and Cinnamon trying to save them.
I'm giving garbled scraps here, but this wasn't just a film's worth of plot this was a whole bloody LotR style trilogy of ongoing complex doom. I think really what it was is Cinnamon went world walking and Bedlam lost her for a bit. So she was amnesiac and institutionalized but still following her story and slowly growing stronger until Bedlam found her again where upon she was able to do whatever the hell she wanted. She fixed what she could and then walked to a different world.
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Sunday night's dream was all about befriending a black and white cat near the Oast and then taking it back to shamblyland, followed by travelling on the Underground a lot with Spacedmonkey and said cat whilst trying to get somewhere or other. (Dunno where, a train station that lead Oastwards I think, only none of the stations connected properly.)
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I go to my silversmithing course today.
I am conflicted.
In best Harry Biscuit style I have hope mixed with anguish mixed with empathy, making a new emotion called hanguipathy.
It began in an institution/psychward behind locked doors with no idea of what was going on or why. Secrets, paranoia and revelation followed. Weird shit abound; the discovery of powers and the hint that one might be extremely powerful if only one could figure out what to do... A cat called Sekhmet and the learning of how to harvest strength... Then all hell broke loose in an alternate version of the Cam/Sabbat war: only this was all about powers focused through trinkets and people trying to infiltrate a place en-masse by magicking themselves to be doppelgangers of those already there. (Which, actually, is quite freaky and stressful as you know one is your friend, one the enemy and you don't know who to raise the alarm about and anyway *everyone* has a bloody double and it's impossible to keep track...) Later there were sentient buildings of power (Bedlam), artifacts of doom, some force trying to kill all the necromantic things, and Cinnamon trying to save them.
I'm giving garbled scraps here, but this wasn't just a film's worth of plot this was a whole bloody LotR style trilogy of ongoing complex doom. I think really what it was is Cinnamon went world walking and Bedlam lost her for a bit. So she was amnesiac and institutionalized but still following her story and slowly growing stronger until Bedlam found her again where upon she was able to do whatever the hell she wanted. She fixed what she could and then walked to a different world.
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Sunday night's dream was all about befriending a black and white cat near the Oast and then taking it back to shamblyland, followed by travelling on the Underground a lot with Spacedmonkey and said cat whilst trying to get somewhere or other. (Dunno where, a train station that lead Oastwards I think, only none of the stations connected properly.)
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I go to my silversmithing course today.
I am conflicted.
In best Harry Biscuit style I have hope mixed with anguish mixed with empathy, making a new emotion called hanguipathy.