midwinter night's dream
Friday, 22 June 2007 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtThis bloggery business is possibly going too far. Last night I had a long, convoluted dream in which I was simultaneously constructing the whole experience (a complex set of problems involving the press, a children's playground and a set of missing baby chickens who it turned out were being lovingly sheltered under the fluffy fur of a large ginger cat) as a blog entry. In a surreal and metanarrative fashion, having a dream in which you think "well, at least I have something interesting to blog about" turns out to be absolutely accurate, since here I am.
The book submission seems to have unleashed my subconscious, which is bounding all over the show with puppy-dog enthusiasm. Last night's dream bill also featured the somewhat disturbing spectacle of Golux, achieving for the purpose temporary opposable thumbs suitable for tying knots, constructing her own system of rubber balls on the end of bits of elastic which she then proceeded to play with madly. Also, a creepy bit inside a whole series of ice caverns, with a group of us being pursued by zombies. Or possibly vampires. Or some combination of the two. Heads were certainly sliced off infected party members by means of large swords at intervals. I think that eventually we dropped the roof on the pursuing undead, at which point the whole underground cavern complex resolved itself into an empty shopfront in a street somewhere, and we all staggered out into daylight, greatly confused.
The previous night I dreamed that a bunch of us broke out of a weird girls' boarding-school somewhere and piled into my car, about eight people with assorted bags, packets, suitcases and other paraphernalia, and took off through Observatory. For some reason I wasn't driving, and could only watch in dreamlike helplessness as the driver enthusiastically drove the car straight off the side of the freeway ramp and into midair, landing with a disintegratory crunch on the traffic island.
Hmm. Why am I feeling persecuted?
The book submission seems to have unleashed my subconscious, which is bounding all over the show with puppy-dog enthusiasm. Last night's dream bill also featured the somewhat disturbing spectacle of Golux, achieving for the purpose temporary opposable thumbs suitable for tying knots, constructing her own system of rubber balls on the end of bits of elastic which she then proceeded to play with madly. Also, a creepy bit inside a whole series of ice caverns, with a group of us being pursued by zombies. Or possibly vampires. Or some combination of the two. Heads were certainly sliced off infected party members by means of large swords at intervals. I think that eventually we dropped the roof on the pursuing undead, at which point the whole underground cavern complex resolved itself into an empty shopfront in a street somewhere, and we all staggered out into daylight, greatly confused.
The previous night I dreamed that a bunch of us broke out of a weird girls' boarding-school somewhere and piled into my car, about eight people with assorted bags, packets, suitcases and other paraphernalia, and took off through Observatory. For some reason I wasn't driving, and could only watch in dreamlike helplessness as the driver enthusiastically drove the car straight off the side of the freeway ramp and into midair, landing with a disintegratory crunch on the traffic island.
Hmm. Why am I feeling persecuted?
