I'll take you with me, riding on a golden horse
Wednesday, 19 May 2010 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtOh, thank Morpheus, my dreams are back. I've always dreamed very vividly and tended to remember them in the morning, and they usually have a more or less coherent narrative thread (studying fairy tale will do that to your subconscious) and, while not quite in the Ursula Vernon category of surreal, a plethora of bizarre and unlikely elements. But they've been in abeyance over the last couple of years; I'm not sure if this is because I've been working as an administrator full time and it's killing my imagination, or because I've been stressed to hell and back because of my dad, or if it's something as mundane as the fact that I've been waking up earlier with an alarm clock and it's disrupting the cycle so I don't remember them. I'm inclining to the last because for the last couple of months I've given up on going to work really early, owing to sinus and glandular wossnames and a concomitant really crying need for sleep, and the vivid dream life is slowly trickling back. (Then again, I'm also lecturing on vampires and fanfic, so perhaps it's about the imaginative life after all).
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wolverine_nun says I have to, and wolverine nuns are scary. I shall also cut them, as they run to the slightly epic and not everyone actually enjoys wading through other people's subconscious impulses. (I love it. Does that make me weird?) .
So, the other night I dreamed I went over a giant waterfall to land in a sylvan pool somewhere with a whole bunch of other people, whereupon an elderly be-robed gent I darkly suspect was Dumbledore hauled me out and took me off to the giant meeting of a Seekrit Society which was ruling the world from behind the scenes, with the benefit of magic and mostly in full-on Edwardian costume. Apparently I'd been elected to said society, with the additional bonus of immortality. This last immediately became a problem when I realised that a somewhat difficult friend from my dark past had also been elected, and in fact was entertaining the room with the performance of comic dances from The Mikado. While I had enormous fun with wandering around campus having people go "ooh" and "aah" at my new elite status, the dream was perfectly aware of the fact that having said friend as an immortal does not Bode Well, there will certainly be long-term volcanic upheavals as a result. Also, if the Seekrit Society are indeed running the world, I have to say they're doing a pretty shoddy job.
Last night was even better. It took place entirely underground, in a sort of deeply subterranean world with its own sun and everything. Being as how this world was under threat by great heat of some sort, I suspect rivers of lava, we were all having to pack up the cats in boxes and flee, carrying giant bottles of water against the heat. For no adequately defined reason we went down, not up, into a series of caverns run by some sort of totalitarian government who tried to pack us into restaurant caves, where we were forced to simply wait resignedly until the lava caught up. Very vivid moment looking out of the cavern window (work with me here, it's a dream) and seeing it was closed with chains and bars and forty or fifty different locks, while outside in the garden men in blue prison overalls snuck past in pairs to freedom, having bought their way out somehow. I was just starting to try and find out how to do this by infiltrating the people at other tables when the Evil Landlord switched on his car lights in the garage right outside my window, thereby waking me up. Sigh. Interesting world, though, with echoes of Bism, the fiery underground realm from The Silver Chair. I always loved those gnomes.
In completely unrelated news, I've been doing the last remnants of tidying up after the Renovations Of Doom, and have realised I have probably four or five 14th-century SCA outfits which I am not going to wear any time soon, if at all given that if I ever drift back to the SCA I bet my body shape will have changed completely. Since even hanging on to my two favourite outfits Just In Case takes up a whack of space, I need to get shot of the extras asap. Do any of you SCA hordes want them personally? Several cotton underdresses, several sideless surcoats. If not, who's currently in charge of Gold Key?
I am now blogging said dreams because
wolverine_nun says I have to, and wolverine nuns are scary. I shall also cut them, as they run to the slightly epic and not everyone actually enjoys wading through other people's subconscious impulses. (I love it. Does that make me weird?) . So, the other night I dreamed I went over a giant waterfall to land in a sylvan pool somewhere with a whole bunch of other people, whereupon an elderly be-robed gent I darkly suspect was Dumbledore hauled me out and took me off to the giant meeting of a Seekrit Society which was ruling the world from behind the scenes, with the benefit of magic and mostly in full-on Edwardian costume. Apparently I'd been elected to said society, with the additional bonus of immortality. This last immediately became a problem when I realised that a somewhat difficult friend from my dark past had also been elected, and in fact was entertaining the room with the performance of comic dances from The Mikado. While I had enormous fun with wandering around campus having people go "ooh" and "aah" at my new elite status, the dream was perfectly aware of the fact that having said friend as an immortal does not Bode Well, there will certainly be long-term volcanic upheavals as a result. Also, if the Seekrit Society are indeed running the world, I have to say they're doing a pretty shoddy job.
Last night was even better. It took place entirely underground, in a sort of deeply subterranean world with its own sun and everything. Being as how this world was under threat by great heat of some sort, I suspect rivers of lava, we were all having to pack up the cats in boxes and flee, carrying giant bottles of water against the heat. For no adequately defined reason we went down, not up, into a series of caverns run by some sort of totalitarian government who tried to pack us into restaurant caves, where we were forced to simply wait resignedly until the lava caught up. Very vivid moment looking out of the cavern window (work with me here, it's a dream) and seeing it was closed with chains and bars and forty or fifty different locks, while outside in the garden men in blue prison overalls snuck past in pairs to freedom, having bought their way out somehow. I was just starting to try and find out how to do this by infiltrating the people at other tables when the Evil Landlord switched on his car lights in the garage right outside my window, thereby waking me up. Sigh. Interesting world, though, with echoes of Bism, the fiery underground realm from The Silver Chair. I always loved those gnomes.
In completely unrelated news, I've been doing the last remnants of tidying up after the Renovations Of Doom, and have realised I have probably four or five 14th-century SCA outfits which I am not going to wear any time soon, if at all given that if I ever drift back to the SCA I bet my body shape will have changed completely. Since even hanging on to my two favourite outfits Just In Case takes up a whack of space, I need to get shot of the extras asap. Do any of you SCA hordes want them personally? Several cotton underdresses, several sideless surcoats. If not, who's currently in charge of Gold Key?
