A set of four kittens, all from the same litter, were playing Follow the Leader. Tom was in the front, and let the troupe out of the back porch, down the steps, and across the yard. They passed a lawn chair where a Troll was sleeping. The Troll was invisible to humans during the day, and in fact a human could sit in the same lawn chair and occupy the same space without noticing, but the kittens could see him. Not that they were paying attention.
Tom was now stalking through the grass, and the other kittens were stalking behind him. There was something large, heavy and cylindrical sitting in the lawn, and the grass was taller right up against it since the mower couldn't get in that close. Tom thought this taller grass would make for better stalking, and moved into it, then continued stalking in a circular path hugging the wall, with his siblings stalking right behind him.
Sarah, the fifth kitten, was watching all this from the roof of the porch, and she saw what Tom didn't: there was a hole in the lawn, and if he kept following the curve of the taller grass, he was going to walk right into it without noticing until he fell. She quickly jumped from the porch roof onto a tree branch and ran over to the other side of the tree. There wasn't time to climb down, so she jumped all the way to the ground, spraining one ankle when she landed. She called out to Tom, who paid no attention to her as usual. She looked around for someone else to help. There was One Eye, an old grizzly cat, who was napping. If she woke him up, he'd scratch her half to death before she could explain the situation. The only other option was the Troll.
Limping over to the lawn chair, Sarah meowed loudly and woke the Troll. He sat up and watched with a bemused expression as the kitten limped over to the tall grass and started meowing. He walked over to see what she was looking at, realized the other kitten was just about to stalk into a hole, and pulled him out.
* * *
That evening, the Trolls and the humans feasted together, as was customary. There were about fifty Trolls, and a family of only five humans; the Trolls couldn't understand why humans had such small families. The human family had been shocked at first to learn that there were large numbers of Trolls living in their back yard who became visible at twilight, but after a while they had become used to them. The Trolls had a huge feast every night, and loved company, so after a while the humans started eating with them every night. The human mother helped with some of the cooking, and she could get certain ingredients from the grocery store that the Trolls found hard to come by.
These Trolls actually looked like large humans; Vikings, maybe, or since they had a mythological aspect, residents of Valhalla. Their king wore a hat with a huge set of antlers on it. They dined at a long table, which really shouldn't have been able to fit in the back yard. The humans sat at the end closest to the house. The opposite end was not visible, because the table was so long, and because when the Trolls were there, there was a mist obscuring everything more than a few feet away.
Dinner that night included a roast goose. The Troll hunters had shot a lot of geese, and offered the humans some, since they had plenty to spare.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Battering Camel
I was following behind a guy who was riding down the sidewalk on his camel. He had a sidekick who was riding on the camel with him. The driver looked like he was drunk, and the camel was swerving a bit.
They got to a house and he started running the camel into the door at full speed. The door was showing no signs of breaking down. Finally the camel got knocked out from repeated impact, so he picked up his sidekick and started ramming his head into the door. I was getting concerned, and pulled out my cell phone to dial 911. He looked over and saw me, dropped the sidekick, pulled out a gun and came after me.
I started running away down the sidewalk, running backwards so I could see him. He started shooting at me, so stretched my hand out and tried to use the Force to generate a Star Trek-style shield in front of me to deflect the bullets, just in case I could do that and didn't know it. I was surprised to discover that it worked. I finally managed to dial 911 on my phone and got an operator error message.
They got to a house and he started running the camel into the door at full speed. The door was showing no signs of breaking down. Finally the camel got knocked out from repeated impact, so he picked up his sidekick and started ramming his head into the door. I was getting concerned, and pulled out my cell phone to dial 911. He looked over and saw me, dropped the sidekick, pulled out a gun and came after me.
I started running away down the sidewalk, running backwards so I could see him. He started shooting at me, so stretched my hand out and tried to use the Force to generate a Star Trek-style shield in front of me to deflect the bullets, just in case I could do that and didn't know it. I was surprised to discover that it worked. I finally managed to dial 911 on my phone and got an operator error message.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Harry Potter in America
Please, no spoilers for the last book in the comments on this one.
For part of the dream I was Harry Potter, and for part I was observing him from above and behind his head. It also kept flashing forward or flashing back, so that I didn't really have it in chronological order. I think I'll type it in order, though.
Most of it happened in the Shrieking Shack. Not the one from the books, though; this was a large haunted house in a ghost town somewhere in the U.S. A lot of people were trapped inside, and Harry had to go in and get them out. But they had to wait to actually come out for a while, because a bunch of other wizards were dealing with some sort of threat in the town first.
The problem was that the house had bad effects on people who stayed in it. The biggest one seemed to be lethargy; some of the people had been in there for days or weeks and had no concept of how much time had passed. They just sat huddled in the rooms in a stupor. Another effect was a poisoning of the mind, which could lead to the people being taken over by evil spirits or something, but that seemed to need strong thoughts and emotions to fuel it, and the lethargy counteracted such things. Stirring the people up to move them out of the house was dangerous in this regard.
There were dozens of people, maybe as many as 100 in all. They were all muggles I think. There were families. I had to get them all to wake up and move into the front room, so we could make sure everyone was accounted for and be ready to go out the front doors when it was safe. The other wizards came in and out briefly to give and receive updates, but they didn't want to stay inside for too long. There were problems with people hallucinating and wandering off while in dream worlds, and the ones who were made fully alert couldn't understand what was going on. It was dangerous if they became angry, because the house could harness that energy for evil. It was equally dangerous if the children became frightened, and how was I supposed to prevent that? The really dangerous thing, though, was magic. I could not under any circumstances use magic in there.
I remember trying to coax a teenage girl out of a small room where she was sitting by herself. When she started coming around, she thought I was a monster, and the evil in the house converged on and through her, and I nearly used magic in self-defense, which would have made it vastly more powerful. Somehow I got her to calm down and come out. Later she was herself again, but had picked up a lot extra knowledge from the encounter, mostly about the history of the house and the thousands of people it had killed over the years.
I have no memories of coming out or leaving the village, but afterwards we had to get away quickly. For some reason I was riding with a British witch who had never driven outside of England before. We were the only ones driving; everyone else had planes and helicopters. We had radio contact with them. She kept driving on the left side of the road. She would move over to the right when a car was oncoming, then move back to the left after it had passed. Someone in a helicopter kept telling her to drive on the right side, reminding her that this was how the rules worked for "peasants". I repeatedly offered to drive.
Later, I was in a treehouse with an older wizard talking about my experience in the house. At one point I started sobbing vehemently, and saying "Don't you understand? I saw my father in there! I almost stayed, because it made me think he was in there, but it wasn't really him."
For part of the dream I was Harry Potter, and for part I was observing him from above and behind his head. It also kept flashing forward or flashing back, so that I didn't really have it in chronological order. I think I'll type it in order, though.
Most of it happened in the Shrieking Shack. Not the one from the books, though; this was a large haunted house in a ghost town somewhere in the U.S. A lot of people were trapped inside, and Harry had to go in and get them out. But they had to wait to actually come out for a while, because a bunch of other wizards were dealing with some sort of threat in the town first.
The problem was that the house had bad effects on people who stayed in it. The biggest one seemed to be lethargy; some of the people had been in there for days or weeks and had no concept of how much time had passed. They just sat huddled in the rooms in a stupor. Another effect was a poisoning of the mind, which could lead to the people being taken over by evil spirits or something, but that seemed to need strong thoughts and emotions to fuel it, and the lethargy counteracted such things. Stirring the people up to move them out of the house was dangerous in this regard.
There were dozens of people, maybe as many as 100 in all. They were all muggles I think. There were families. I had to get them all to wake up and move into the front room, so we could make sure everyone was accounted for and be ready to go out the front doors when it was safe. The other wizards came in and out briefly to give and receive updates, but they didn't want to stay inside for too long. There were problems with people hallucinating and wandering off while in dream worlds, and the ones who were made fully alert couldn't understand what was going on. It was dangerous if they became angry, because the house could harness that energy for evil. It was equally dangerous if the children became frightened, and how was I supposed to prevent that? The really dangerous thing, though, was magic. I could not under any circumstances use magic in there.
I remember trying to coax a teenage girl out of a small room where she was sitting by herself. When she started coming around, she thought I was a monster, and the evil in the house converged on and through her, and I nearly used magic in self-defense, which would have made it vastly more powerful. Somehow I got her to calm down and come out. Later she was herself again, but had picked up a lot extra knowledge from the encounter, mostly about the history of the house and the thousands of people it had killed over the years.
I have no memories of coming out or leaving the village, but afterwards we had to get away quickly. For some reason I was riding with a British witch who had never driven outside of England before. We were the only ones driving; everyone else had planes and helicopters. We had radio contact with them. She kept driving on the left side of the road. She would move over to the right when a car was oncoming, then move back to the left after it had passed. Someone in a helicopter kept telling her to drive on the right side, reminding her that this was how the rules worked for "peasants". I repeatedly offered to drive.
Later, I was in a treehouse with an older wizard talking about my experience in the house. At one point I started sobbing vehemently, and saying "Don't you understand? I saw my father in there! I almost stayed, because it made me think he was in there, but it wasn't really him."
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I, Robot
This dream alternated between scenes I was actually in and flashback scenes giving background information. The flashbacks revealed that a direct male descendent of Annikan Skywalker was also the Dragon Reborn (Darth Vader Kinslayer being the original Dragon). Furthermore, Jedi knights would bond with telepathic dragons and have arial lightsaber duels while riding them. Thus, we have a cross between Star Wars, Wheel of Time, and Eragon.
I was a droid. I don't know what kind exactly because I never saw myself, but I felt normal and I could speak English. I don't remember what my mission was, but it involved sneaking into Skywalker's bedroom. The first thing I did was take a part out of his lightsaber, but then he woke up. The part I took out was a spherical crystal. Such a crystal had to be inserted into the handle, and determined the color of the beam. He had a bag of three backup crystals (red, green and blue). We both reached for it at the same time and they fell out and rolled across the floor. I knew if he managed to get the lightsaber working I had no chance.
Just then R2-D2 woke up and rolled over to where we were. I immediately ran over and knocked him onto his back. I had an attachment on one hand that was a cutting torch, and I used it to disable the astromech's motor functions. Then I threatened to actually kill the droid if Skywalker didn't stay where he was and listen to me. Surprisingly, the threat worked, but then I woke up.
I was a droid. I don't know what kind exactly because I never saw myself, but I felt normal and I could speak English. I don't remember what my mission was, but it involved sneaking into Skywalker's bedroom. The first thing I did was take a part out of his lightsaber, but then he woke up. The part I took out was a spherical crystal. Such a crystal had to be inserted into the handle, and determined the color of the beam. He had a bag of three backup crystals (red, green and blue). We both reached for it at the same time and they fell out and rolled across the floor. I knew if he managed to get the lightsaber working I had no chance.
Just then R2-D2 woke up and rolled over to where we were. I immediately ran over and knocked him onto his back. I had an attachment on one hand that was a cutting torch, and I used it to disable the astromech's motor functions. Then I threatened to actually kill the droid if Skywalker didn't stay where he was and listen to me. Surprisingly, the threat worked, but then I woke up.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Superheroes
I was a would-be superhero who had just learned how to fly. Having acquired this skill, I decided to fly to China for training, because all the great heroes get trained there by mystics. The ground conveniently looked like a world map including black-lined borders, so China was easy to find.
I made my way to the training center, where I had to fill out a little card with basic personal information in order to register for mystic training. There were a large number of other new heroes registering at the same time, and I suddenly realized that they all looked like me (but not, incidentally, like me in real life). It turned out that all the possible timelines merged right then and there, so that every conceivable version of me showed up there together.
Some of them knew how to fly, some could only glide, some could just run really fast, some had other super powers, and some had no powers at all. Many of them were very similar because they had made only a few minor decisions differently, but some were extremely different. One was dressed in dirty, worn-out clothes, talked gibberish and was illiterate. The most powerful hero who had made all the best decisions filled out his card for him, but he ended up being locked in a padded room for his own safety. The mystics said he had made all bad decisions his whole life.
After we got registered, there really wasn't any training to do; instead we used the training center, which was now in a big city in the U.S., as a base of operations for doing hero work. At this point my mind started jumping from hero to hero; in each one I would control maybe thirty seconds of activity before jumping to the next one. Usually it involved flying or running toward some destination. The ones without superpowers stayed in the base and coordinated efforts, answering the telephones and dispatching heroes and such.
I made my way to the training center, where I had to fill out a little card with basic personal information in order to register for mystic training. There were a large number of other new heroes registering at the same time, and I suddenly realized that they all looked like me (but not, incidentally, like me in real life). It turned out that all the possible timelines merged right then and there, so that every conceivable version of me showed up there together.
Some of them knew how to fly, some could only glide, some could just run really fast, some had other super powers, and some had no powers at all. Many of them were very similar because they had made only a few minor decisions differently, but some were extremely different. One was dressed in dirty, worn-out clothes, talked gibberish and was illiterate. The most powerful hero who had made all the best decisions filled out his card for him, but he ended up being locked in a padded room for his own safety. The mystics said he had made all bad decisions his whole life.
After we got registered, there really wasn't any training to do; instead we used the training center, which was now in a big city in the U.S., as a base of operations for doing hero work. At this point my mind started jumping from hero to hero; in each one I would control maybe thirty seconds of activity before jumping to the next one. Usually it involved flying or running toward some destination. The ones without superpowers stayed in the base and coordinated efforts, answering the telephones and dispatching heroes and such.
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