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featherynscaleOK, sometimes I do have nightmares about monsters. Last night, I had a really brilliant combination nightmare, with almost all of my favorite themes. Bonus points for lucidity in bits.
At first, I was getting ready to move to a new house. Somehow this involved being at my office, and getting all my co-workers to come over and help. So we all go to a house that I lived in when I was about 4, where all my stuff is strewn about and needs to be boxed.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
triadruid and agrnmn show up, and convince me that we have to do a druidic ritual for all of the people at the house, which is a mix of friends, family, and co-workers. So we get one together, just sort of at the drop of the hat. We start the ritual, and people start leaving. At first, it is just my co-workers, who are offended. Soon, family and friends are leaving too, and I look over to the part of the room where agrnmn was standing, and he's gone. So now I have to do my role in the ritual and his. triadruid lasts a few minutes longer, but then, he gets a page from work and tells me he has to leave. He hands me a staff. I was already carrying a staff, and now I have one in each hand. At this point, I am the only person left in the room, but the ritual has already started, and so I have to finish it, all by myself, for nobody. I have a line about druids carrying two staves. I say it, and smack each staff on the ground. Then, somebody wanders into the room, so I say it again. They leave. I say it a third time, mostly because by now I am completely frustrated and I can't remember what comes next. I bumble through the rest of the ritual in a pretty minimalist style, and at least manage to get all the right offerings made and the gates shut down.
My phone rings. It'sopaljax, and she wants me to come over. Her house is somehow just down the street from mine, so I can walk. In between, there is a lecture hall, and in the lecture hall, they are showing The Crawling Hand. I stop to watch for a minute, and I'm really disgusted by the idea of the hand. I say to myself, well, it's good that's just a movie. Ha.
I arrive atopaljax's house, and go inside. She and kittenpants are standing in the kitchen. Also in the kitchen is, you guessed it, the Crawling Hand. It's sitting on a counter, sort of minding its own business. Nobody else seems to have noticed it. So I try to get their attention -- "Hey, look! Crawling Hand!!". kittenpants takes another look at it and says, "Oh, so it is. Well, I know what to do about that." She grabs a frying pan and smashes the Hand with it. She then proceeds to cut it up into little chunks, and fry it up in an omelette. She drops the omelette on to a plate. I'm aghast. So I stare at her, and eventually manage to squeak out, "You're not going to eat that, are you?" She says, "Yeah, why not?". At this moment, I'm lucid dreaming -- I have this image that if she eats this thing, it will later claw its way out of her or something, and I can't really hack that. So I force a change. Instead of eating it, she puts it in the garbage disposal. I take a brief moment for 'oh thank god really' time, and then we go on about our business.
I try to talk them into coming over to help me move, but onlykittenpants agrees. We walk back to my place, and start boxing things up. At some point, there is a horrible noise coming from the sink. I turn to it in time to see a pinkish mass rising up out of the drain. As it oozes out, it starts to form into hundreds of little baby-sized hands. They detach from the mass and start crawling over the edge of the sink on to the counter. I try to scream, but I can't (this is how I know it is a dream again. In waking life I can always scream. I am good at screaming.). I finally choke out "We've got to get my stuff out of here. Otherwise they'll crawl in and I'll carry them to the next place." So we grab up everything near the sink and take it to the car.
When I come back in, it's already too late. The little hands are all up in everything I own. My backpack is full of them. I can see them squirming in my laundry hamper. There's one inside my winter clothes box, and I briefly wonder how it got past the seal on the plastic. I decide to abandon it all and just go. And then, it hits me: if these things could come up my drains, why couldn't they come back upopaljax's, too? They could, I decide. We run back to her house. She and her daughter are sitting there on the couch, watching television. They seem to be fine. I catch a flash of pink pudginess slipping underneath the couch, and scream again. They get up and we lift the couch. Underneath it is a mass of piglets. I boggle. She explains that all of these baby arms came up out of the sink, and she left them alone, and they turned into piglets. Nothing to worry about. I pick up one of the piglets. It looks evil to me, but there's no convincing people of things.
Then, I remind myself that I am dreaming, and wake up. I'm beginning to develop a theory that these dreams happen because I am overheating while sleeping. Could be true, right? I mean, the two nights I've slept without benefit of large bulky pajamas and space heater, I've dreamed about getting busted having sex withysabel and about trying to protect my mother's enormously fat and elderly Silky Terrier from all sorts of doom (I was doing really well until the hawks came to play ball with him...). But fleece pajamas + heater + down comforter seems to = nightmares.
At first, I was getting ready to move to a new house. Somehow this involved being at my office, and getting all my co-workers to come over and help. So we all go to a house that I lived in when I was about 4, where all my stuff is strewn about and needs to be boxed.
triadruid and agrnmn show up, and convince me that we have to do a druidic ritual for all of the people at the house, which is a mix of friends, family, and co-workers. So we get one together, just sort of at the drop of the hat. We start the ritual, and people start leaving. At first, it is just my co-workers, who are offended. Soon, family and friends are leaving too, and I look over to the part of the room where agrnmn was standing, and he's gone. So now I have to do my role in the ritual and his. triadruid lasts a few minutes longer, but then, he gets a page from work and tells me he has to leave. He hands me a staff. I was already carrying a staff, and now I have one in each hand. At this point, I am the only person left in the room, but the ritual has already started, and so I have to finish it, all by myself, for nobody. I have a line about druids carrying two staves. I say it, and smack each staff on the ground. Then, somebody wanders into the room, so I say it again. They leave. I say it a third time, mostly because by now I am completely frustrated and I can't remember what comes next. I bumble through the rest of the ritual in a pretty minimalist style, and at least manage to get all the right offerings made and the gates shut down. My phone rings. It's
opaljax, and she wants me to come over. Her house is somehow just down the street from mine, so I can walk. In between, there is a lecture hall, and in the lecture hall, they are showing The Crawling Hand. I stop to watch for a minute, and I'm really disgusted by the idea of the hand. I say to myself, well, it's good that's just a movie. Ha.I arrive at
opaljax's house, and go inside. She and kittenpants are standing in the kitchen. Also in the kitchen is, you guessed it, the Crawling Hand. It's sitting on a counter, sort of minding its own business. Nobody else seems to have noticed it. So I try to get their attention -- "Hey, look! Crawling Hand!!". kittenpants takes another look at it and says, "Oh, so it is. Well, I know what to do about that." She grabs a frying pan and smashes the Hand with it. She then proceeds to cut it up into little chunks, and fry it up in an omelette. She drops the omelette on to a plate. I'm aghast. So I stare at her, and eventually manage to squeak out, "You're not going to eat that, are you?" She says, "Yeah, why not?". At this moment, I'm lucid dreaming -- I have this image that if she eats this thing, it will later claw its way out of her or something, and I can't really hack that. So I force a change. Instead of eating it, she puts it in the garbage disposal. I take a brief moment for 'oh thank god really' time, and then we go on about our business. I try to talk them into coming over to help me move, but only
kittenpants agrees. We walk back to my place, and start boxing things up. At some point, there is a horrible noise coming from the sink. I turn to it in time to see a pinkish mass rising up out of the drain. As it oozes out, it starts to form into hundreds of little baby-sized hands. They detach from the mass and start crawling over the edge of the sink on to the counter. I try to scream, but I can't (this is how I know it is a dream again. In waking life I can always scream. I am good at screaming.). I finally choke out "We've got to get my stuff out of here. Otherwise they'll crawl in and I'll carry them to the next place." So we grab up everything near the sink and take it to the car. When I come back in, it's already too late. The little hands are all up in everything I own. My backpack is full of them. I can see them squirming in my laundry hamper. There's one inside my winter clothes box, and I briefly wonder how it got past the seal on the plastic. I decide to abandon it all and just go. And then, it hits me: if these things could come up my drains, why couldn't they come back up
opaljax's, too? They could, I decide. We run back to her house. She and her daughter are sitting there on the couch, watching television. They seem to be fine. I catch a flash of pink pudginess slipping underneath the couch, and scream again. They get up and we lift the couch. Underneath it is a mass of piglets. I boggle. She explains that all of these baby arms came up out of the sink, and she left them alone, and they turned into piglets. Nothing to worry about. I pick up one of the piglets. It looks evil to me, but there's no convincing people of things. Then, I remind myself that I am dreaming, and wake up. I'm beginning to develop a theory that these dreams happen because I am overheating while sleeping. Could be true, right? I mean, the two nights I've slept without benefit of large bulky pajamas and space heater, I've dreamed about getting busted having sex with
ysabel and about trying to protect my mother's enormously fat and elderly Silky Terrier from all sorts of doom (I was doing really well until the hawks came to play ball with him...). But fleece pajamas + heater + down comforter seems to = nightmares.
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Re: need a nap now...
Date: 2007-01-25 05:18 pm (UTC)Re: need a nap now...
Date: 2007-01-25 05:44 pm (UTC)