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featherynscaleApparently, I've been spending too much time playing video games.
Last night, I dreamed that I had two younger sisters (which I do, but these were not my usual complement of sisters), and that the older of them had just gotten married to a boisterous curly-haired Irishman named Frank. Frank was the sort of fellow who thinks he's the gods' gift to women, and who is just charming enough to make you want to give him a try to see if he really is. He was a nice enough fellow, but he had the unfortunate habit of continually trying to talk me and my baby sister into going to bed with him, even though he was married to our other sister (who I hardly ever saw in the dream). Also, I happened to know, he was a were-rat.
Now, apparently were-things were a pretty regular occurrence in this world, but it was considered to be socially undesirable to have the ability to shape-shift in such an unruly fashion. So there were a lot of were-things one could be, but the well-bred didn't want to be any of them. Also, the condition was transmitted through bites, as in the usual mythology, but there were things one could do to make the transmission more or less likely. One of the things that increased the likelihood of transmitting lycanthropy (although I'm sure that's not the right word if it isn't wolfiness) was to get the intended 'victim' to eat yew branches. This is totally relevant in a minute, I promise.
I was pretty sure that I was not going to bed with Frank. I was not so sure about my baby sister (who might have been called Emily). I was, in fact, thinking that she would be perfectly happy to go to bed with Frank, and I had had a vision that this would lead to a) her getting pregnant with her brother-in-law's child (bad form in any family), and b) her becoming a were-rat. Especially since she had developed this odd habit of gnawing on yew branches with her evening tea...
So it became my mission in life to make sure that they were never alone together. This took a lot of social maneuvering, and on one or two occasions, my arranging to spend the evening with Frank, leading him on. This caused the other sister, who was his wife, to think I was having an affair with him, so that was sort of a problem, but didn't seem to be as much of a problem as him getting to Emily would be.
This went on for years. My whole life became protecting Emily from Frank. Then, at some point, Frank and the other sister moved away, and all seemed to be well. More years passed. One day, when I was in my late fifties, I was on a train, and when the train stopped, Emily and Frank got on together. They were laughing and carrying on, exactly like lovers. I was outraged.
I confronted Emily about it. She told me that she was quite old enough to do whatever she wanted, and that I was being stupid. She had wanted to get involved with Frank for years, and had been quite miffed at me for making it more difficult for her. Furthermore, she informed me, she had herself been a were-rat for years and years, since before we even met Frank, so there was no point in getting all bent out of shape about that.
I was full of rage, at this point. I got off the train at the next stop. This was in the parking lot of the Sun Fresh in Westport, and there was some sort of parade going on. In the course of the train ride, I had gotten younger again, so that I was again the age I am now. In the crowd, I saw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niveus_tigris. He ran up to me and said he'd been looking for me, because a meteor had fallen in a field just down the road, and he wanted to see if it was really a spaceship. So we walk over there, and the place is covered with men in serious suits. One of them is someone I know, and I talk him into giving us pieces of the meteorite. This somehow allows us to manufacture lightsabers, which we will later use in the defense of my grandmother's house from alien monsters.
This last bit, from the point where I get off the train, is not part of the first story, and I mention it only for two reasons. The first is that I had thought that Frank the were-rat wasniveus_tigris at first, in that way where you see someone in a dream and you know that even though they look nothing like someone, that they represent that person. So it was weird to see him show up later in the dream -- he can't have been the were-rat, because he was there as himself, and that's not usually the way my brain parses things. So that was weird. The second reason is that apparently, triadruid had a dream in which he was a sort of Drunk and Bitter Luke Skywalker, who had never found out about the whole Jedi thing, and gone on to the Academy and never much improved his lot. So I had to apologize to him this morning, as apparently I had gotten his lightsaber by mistake.
Last night, I dreamed that I had two younger sisters (which I do, but these were not my usual complement of sisters), and that the older of them had just gotten married to a boisterous curly-haired Irishman named Frank. Frank was the sort of fellow who thinks he's the gods' gift to women, and who is just charming enough to make you want to give him a try to see if he really is. He was a nice enough fellow, but he had the unfortunate habit of continually trying to talk me and my baby sister into going to bed with him, even though he was married to our other sister (who I hardly ever saw in the dream). Also, I happened to know, he was a were-rat.
Now, apparently were-things were a pretty regular occurrence in this world, but it was considered to be socially undesirable to have the ability to shape-shift in such an unruly fashion. So there were a lot of were-things one could be, but the well-bred didn't want to be any of them. Also, the condition was transmitted through bites, as in the usual mythology, but there were things one could do to make the transmission more or less likely. One of the things that increased the likelihood of transmitting lycanthropy (although I'm sure that's not the right word if it isn't wolfiness) was to get the intended 'victim' to eat yew branches. This is totally relevant in a minute, I promise.
I was pretty sure that I was not going to bed with Frank. I was not so sure about my baby sister (who might have been called Emily). I was, in fact, thinking that she would be perfectly happy to go to bed with Frank, and I had had a vision that this would lead to a) her getting pregnant with her brother-in-law's child (bad form in any family), and b) her becoming a were-rat. Especially since she had developed this odd habit of gnawing on yew branches with her evening tea...
So it became my mission in life to make sure that they were never alone together. This took a lot of social maneuvering, and on one or two occasions, my arranging to spend the evening with Frank, leading him on. This caused the other sister, who was his wife, to think I was having an affair with him, so that was sort of a problem, but didn't seem to be as much of a problem as him getting to Emily would be.
This went on for years. My whole life became protecting Emily from Frank. Then, at some point, Frank and the other sister moved away, and all seemed to be well. More years passed. One day, when I was in my late fifties, I was on a train, and when the train stopped, Emily and Frank got on together. They were laughing and carrying on, exactly like lovers. I was outraged.
I confronted Emily about it. She told me that she was quite old enough to do whatever she wanted, and that I was being stupid. She had wanted to get involved with Frank for years, and had been quite miffed at me for making it more difficult for her. Furthermore, she informed me, she had herself been a were-rat for years and years, since before we even met Frank, so there was no point in getting all bent out of shape about that.
I was full of rage, at this point. I got off the train at the next stop. This was in the parking lot of the Sun Fresh in Westport, and there was some sort of parade going on. In the course of the train ride, I had gotten younger again, so that I was again the age I am now. In the crowd, I saw
niveus_tigris. He ran up to me and said he'd been looking for me, because a meteor had fallen in a field just down the road, and he wanted to see if it was really a spaceship. So we walk over there, and the place is covered with men in serious suits. One of them is someone I know, and I talk him into giving us pieces of the meteorite. This somehow allows us to manufacture lightsabers, which we will later use in the defense of my grandmother's house from alien monsters. This last bit, from the point where I get off the train, is not part of the first story, and I mention it only for two reasons. The first is that I had thought that Frank the were-rat was
niveus_tigris at first, in that way where you see someone in a dream and you know that even though they look nothing like someone, that they represent that person. So it was weird to see him show up later in the dream -- he can't have been the were-rat, because he was there as himself, and that's not usually the way my brain parses things. So that was weird. The second reason is that apparently, triadruid had a dream in which he was a sort of Drunk and Bitter Luke Skywalker, who had never found out about the whole Jedi thing, and gone on to the Academy and never much improved his lot. So I had to apologize to him this morning, as apparently I had gotten his lightsaber by mistake.
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Good to know!
Date: 2006-08-08 03:28 am (UTC)Now...what's up with the mistaking me for a were-rat? That's just crap! I'd eat one of them for breakfast. Yeah. Rowr.
Re: Good to know!
Date: 2006-08-08 03:24 pm (UTC)