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17 December 2005 @ 04:36 pm
Most Amazing Dream...  
I've been photophobic and phonophobic all day so I took a nap in my cold, dark room.

I woke up from the most amazing dream.

It was an entirely different world. I was told to pilot a single-flyer space ship and join the ranks of protectors in space for this world. One of the three place names I remember was Iuihgnd. Once I had left the carrier ship, I was on patrol. I was flying over things that were so amazing. Statuary being built and they were thousands of stories tall. Cruise ships taking on passengers, flying flags of amazing colors. The clearest water. The bluest sky.

I was talking on the communicator to another patrolling flyer, nickname Snakey. We were laughing over the poor slobs below who only got to go on vacation for their excitement.

We eventually pushed through the atmosphere to patrol in open space. There was a band of things in orbit around the planet. They looked like food items with eyes and mouths. I shot one and was told not to do that...that this is how we patrol pilots would be fed. We would have to lure these beings to us with other foods. We were each given a paper bag of apples and pears to start out with.

Something happened then and I was on another ship with students. We sat two abreast on either side of a narrow aisle. The teacher asked one student for her glasses and the student said she didn't know where they were but she had them hidden. The teacher knew that. She found them and began asking questions and the student had a very plausible excuse for everything. I leaned over to my partner and whispered as much. The teacher took put on her glasses and took out a small, metal square which she began to unfold. She asked us to put on our glasses which we did. I knew she was going to shoot the other student who was some sort of spy. I told my fellow student to duck. The teacher shot the spy.

Then I was at some sort of all-inclusive center that included shopping. I was with a friend and we were laughing at a three-headed engineered tape woman. She had every kind of tape available hanging from her body and four arms with which to apply the tape.

Somehow I was taken and was reduced to my chromosomal selves. I was an XXY female so they took me and divided me into my male half and my female half. My male half was sent back to patrol. My female half was designated a "Pest" and I was sent to a processing center to get my new training. Pests are rogue beings. They can be good or bad and they are now open targets. They also can earn a form of currency, called 'adiants' (yes, that is the word radiant without the initial r). The adiants are color coded (yellow being worth .001 adiant and green was worth 1000 adiants with a host of colors in between). They were circular and were worn in a clear tube around the wrist, like a bracelet. They could be traded not only for material possessions, like clothing or gadgetry, but also for energy. For instance, someone told me that 2 adiants would be worth the same amount of energy it would take to grow a two-day growth of beard. You could trade these adiants for changes to your own body.

I was looking in a case that held some interesting items for sale. Several tee-shirts marked with the brand name Nakia (which all boasted a language warning), small gadgets, trade slips for small changes to the body (eye color, skin color, etc.) and something that came in a hermetically sealed package. It said it cost 5299 adiants and that it could either destroy up to 10000 lives or 1--yours. The risk was your own. Simply owning it automatically branded you a "Negative Pest" and everyone, including your own peers, would be after you. The guy who told me about the adiants and I were looking at it. We were quiet for a long time. Then we looked at each other and I said, "Doesn't sound worth it to me." He said, "No shit."

I had just been given my "starter's package" (including my "hand out", which was a flat rate of adiants that the state gave me to start out as a Pest--it was up to me to make my life from there) and I was excited about getting started learning about how I could contribute to society as a Pest when the phone rang and woke me up! Dammit!

But this dream was soooo real! And I didn't take any medicines or anything before I took the nap. The only thing was my cat was sleeping with me.

Weird dream, eh?

Twoodles.

DiNovia
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Catherine: sureshotshinko0278 on December 18th, 2005 01:17 am (UTC)
Sounds like a cool dream. Did you eat anything funky before sleeping? Maybe your cat was telepathically sending images into your brain. Sorry I'm sleepy, cold, and tired which leads to me coming up with crazy a$s theories. Cool dream tho.
seftiri: Lime Satseftiri on December 18th, 2005 08:31 am (UTC)
I'd say it was the cat but I am actually known for my in depth, detailed, extremely unusual dreams. And for remembering them. :)
Stacystacyyy on December 18th, 2005 01:43 am (UTC)
Crazy dream, Erin! I've never had a dream that was that detailed.
seftiri: DN3seftiri on December 18th, 2005 08:32 am (UTC)
I have them all the time...since I was a bitty kid. I sometimes have five a night and remember them all. :D
fewthistlefewthistle on December 18th, 2005 02:06 am (UTC)
I was excited about getting started learning about how I could contribute to society as a Pest when the phone rang and woke me up

I've been sitting here, trying to figure out how to appropriately respond to that, and you know, I got nothing. Nada.

That has to be one of the strangest, most detailed dreams I have ever heard! I don't dream like that...my dreams are disjointed and non-linear, and vaguely psychotic *bg*.

Wow. Really, really odd...fascinating, but odd. Maybe the cat is actually an alien and was telepathically sending you these images. Or you ate some funky mushrooms. *g*
seftiri: ER come hitherseftiri on December 18th, 2005 08:36 am (UTC)
The cat theory is definitely worth looking into. I can't eat mushrooms anymore though, so that one is out. LOL

Honestly, I am known for my detailed, plot-driven dreams, for having more than one a night, and for remembering about 85% of them. I've even had re-runs, years after the first one "aired". It's quite strange.

Sometimes if I am typing on the computer, like data entry or something, the mindlessness of the task opens up my brain and I will remember dreams that I had years ago in their entirety, right there while typing. It's very annoying. ;)
Shut up and smile: Molly OMFGmorningafter2 on December 18th, 2005 02:29 am (UTC)
Sheesh... your dream beats mine hands down. You got a whole new world. That is just too cool. Your subconscious is as creative as your conscious. Lucky.

I wish I had dreams like that. On the odd occasion when I remember enough of mine to piece together something resembling a decent story, mine are always just plain weird.

seftiri: Hungerseftiri on December 18th, 2005 08:41 am (UTC)
Yes, but you got VAMPIRES, which I adore. Lucky! ;)

Shut up and smile: Casey for Prez!morningafter2 on December 18th, 2005 02:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love vampires too. I just wasn't necessarily thrilled about some of my closest friends trying to kill me. I guess lucky is in the eye of the beholder.

And I love that icon. *Hangs head* Need to see Dracula.
seftiri: Hungerseftiri on December 19th, 2005 02:41 am (UTC)
Oh honey, I haven't seen Dracula 2000 or Dracula 2 yet, only the third, and largely so I could help Shay with a particular part of Resurrection is for the Unbelievers, her Jossverse/Draculaverse femslash xover.

I suck. I love vampires, I love Diane...you'd think I'd have been all over that! LOL

Pluse Dracula 2000 has my other True Love in it: Jeri Ryan. As a vampire.

God, I do suck! Uhhh...no pun intended there. LOL
Shut up and smile: Girly snapmorningafter2 on December 19th, 2005 03:45 am (UTC)
I want to see them. But I'm currently slogging my way through debt to my parents because I forgot to save for Christmas presents this year. ^_^; Maybe with Christmas money... like I don't say that with all the trillions of things I want to buy... (Must... buy... Bebe movie...)

shayshaych_03 on December 18th, 2005 10:36 am (UTC)
shake out the really odd bits (shooting food with food for food, for example LOL) and this might make quite an interesting story.

of course, *I* am the one who wrote an entire novel based on a dream...

and several fanfics... (including RIFTU for those who are reading along...)

i also have in depth and detailed dreams... sometimes linear sometimes not. most often, they leap from snippet to snippet... but they're usually geared toward specific scenes, not like this, where the whole world explodes fully created. i've only had one dream like that and i'm still not sure how to put it all into coherent words.
seftiri: LMAOseftiri on December 19th, 2005 02:42 am (UTC)
That's partially why I put it up here, so I wouldn't forget it in case I wanted to write something about it later. LOL I can't at the moment. I have too many OTHER things to finish first, both C/O, T/7, and original. LOL

shayshaych_03 on December 19th, 2005 11:09 am (UTC)
yes, yes... but then again, i too know that particular cry... since i have folders full of unfinished things LOL they do make for good inspiration when one wants to do a little writing without direction :D
celievampcelievamp on December 18th, 2005 10:38 am (UTC)
Ah, someone else who has all singing all dancing dreams with plot lines and part two's and reruns. I don't have them that frequently (and I've noticed that monthly cycles definitely have something to do with it) but I recognise the detail and the vibrancy. Cool, ain't it (also sometimes more than a little scary)
seftiri: O_oseftiri on December 19th, 2005 02:51 am (UTC)
Yes, I have had my fair share of the waking up screaming dreams. There is one of those I will never forget, as a matter of fact. I had this one when I was 19 or 20. I dreamt that my family lived in a townhome and that the building caught on fire, but at the end away from our unit. My parents and brother and I had plenty of time to get out and we did. We were waiting in the quad for the firefighters when another woman came up screaming for her child. We determined that several of the neighborhood children tried to escape by going upstairs instead of down and before we could do anything about it, my brother ran up the stairs. He found the children in a room about to be engulfed in flame. They were holding hands and standing in a circle. He broke the window on the door and went in.

Then the dream shifted and I was reading highlighted words from a book. They were actually highlighted in yellow. The passage read: There were no words to express the mother's devastating grief as she watched the firefighters carry the charred body of her son down the stairs.

Then the dream began again and my mother was standing next to me, screaming, as the firefighters carried my brother's body down the stairs.

Then I woke up screaming.

I will never forget that dream. Not as long as I live.