These Dreams

[unixronin]

The past few years, it's been rare when I have dreams I can remember anything about.  But I remember a couple from this morning.  Both have elements of escape about them.  Or maybe it ... I'm not entirely certain at this point whether it was one dream or two.

The first had some rather odd setting elements, involving being transported by some kind of portal (possible Half-Life influence there) to some planet that, rather improbably, was about twice the age of our universe.  The point of arrival was some small, traditionally-English-looking seaside-resort town populated with perfectly normal-human-looking people who claimed that the planet had been populated pretty much continuously since about five thousand years after its formation (or construction? the point was unclear) some thirty billion years ago.  To continue the theme of improbability, I arrived on a small beach at the foot of a narrow,steeply sloping street, along with about half the machines in my home network, partially cabled together with what appeared to be a mixture of thicknet, thinnet, duct tape and vacuum cleaner hose.  Several other people arrived with me, but none of them were recognizeable that I recall -- I never saw any of their faces clearly.  Shortly after getting the incomplete network up and running after fabricating a thicknet terminator from a washer, a vacuum cap, a pipe flare nut and what looked like a piece of steel swarf, the tide suddenly came in and the water level rose about twenty feet in fifteen seconds, leaving it lapping around the bases of several machines.  The entire network was quickly evacuated to higher ground one cross-street up, and that's the last I saw of it.

From there the dream switched to walking down a fairly-main-looking beachfront street with my arms around a pair of very friendly local women, the one on my right blonde and tanned, the one on my left rather Asian-looking.  We walked about two blocks down before suddenly people started morphing into what looked like folded-cardboard cutouts of themselves.  This produced a flurry of activity and consternation, with many people being herded into what was identified as the "meme clinic" for treatment, where it transpired that the locals had complete control over their physical form, but by convention adopted human form while in town... except when "rogue memes" sprang up on rare occasions and took over people's morphological control, causing them to involuntarily change into forms ranging from merely divergent to completely non-functional.  Everyone might be fine for years, then there could be a sudden epidemic of people turning into rocks or telephone booths until cleared of the offending meme.  I hung out at the clinic for a little while learning what was going on and helping meme-shifted people get changed back, then that's about all I remember of that setting.

The other setting (which, as I've said, may have been a continuation of the same dream or a different one) opened with me kneeling on the side of a narrow, winding road lined with trees and strewn with what seemed to be debris from a violent storm.  There was smashed wooden fencing scattered all over the road next to a partially-collapsed house, and there was a sealion a couple of years old lying in the ditch, bellyaching about it but not really moving.  There was one police-ish looking car there already, and a second arrived from the other direction shortly after, closely followed by a small white pickup, while I was occupied clearing smashed fencing out of the road.  We got the sealion into the bed of the pickup and drove off down the road, which ended at a small bay lit by brilliant sunshine with not a sign of the storm in sight, and with a sizeable crowd of Surfer Dude-looking folks enjoying the beach and the water.  The sealion was carefully returned to the water, and after some time spent getting a set of swim fins onto me (hey, my left foot was screwed up in this part of the dream[s] as it is now, but it shouldn't have been that difficult to get a fin on it) and being properly anointed with sunscreen by one of the Surfer Dudes, I swam off with the sealion to make sure he was OK and check on the other sealions in the small colony off to one side of the bay.  All the sealions appeared to be fine, and they tolerated my presence without offence or umbrage, so I swam back to the beach, whence things morphed again into a brief scene of some kind of sit-in-the-water-at-floating-tables restaurant with one of the Surfer Babes making eyes at me.  (I guess Surfer Babes dig guys who swim with sealions, or something.)  No time for anything to really happen in the restaurant scene, I was probably only there about 15-20 seconds before the dream tuner in my head lost signal lock.

Comments

[robbat2.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you had before bed last night, but I want some. This makes my dreams seem mild by comparision.

[unixronin.livejournal.com]

I bet you just want a double-armful of hot polymorphic mystery-planet women.

[robbat2.livejournal.com]

some of my messed up dreams including jumping between rooftops on a night with a new moon, chasing a vampire, and then catching her and cutting her nipple off (just one).
there is some other exceedingly weird shit as well.

[unixronin.livejournal.com]

And polymorphic babes, sunblock-proffering surfer dudes and sealions make hunting vampire chicks by moonlight seem mild by comparison? :)

Seriously though, I've had some pretty weird dreams myself at times, too....

[cymrullewes.livejournal.com]

And I was dreaming about this great bathroom and 50's house that I had just renovated. Great stuff. I need to learn to draw better. :-p