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Last night I dreamed that Caliborn took over all possible universes and turned them into an anime high school. The kind with the sexy student council with the self-important machinations and dark secrets that fuck shit up for everyone else. He and the Felt were the student council.

This is probably how Homestuck will actually end.
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I've never played Dragon Age, and decided to rectify that in a dream last night. This spell was usable.

Me in the dream: Hahaha wow, no wonder this series is so popular.
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I dreamed that a little boy was searching a video game for his father, and I was with him in the guise of the corgi who follows you around in Rift. He found his father, but he was moving around in ways that did not sync up to his walk animation, and the boy couldn't get close enough to him to hug him, and I kept losing small amounts of HP.

I finally realized that the animations and dialog for the "Find Father" sequence had somehow been applied to a Rare mob, a giant alligator with a distinctive movement pattern and AOE attack that I'd fought before. I had to kill it, presumably with some secret corgi jutsu, just as the boy was about to hug his "father." He dropped an alligator-tooth necklace that raised spell attack power.

Why was the alligator wearing an alligator tooth necklace, who knows.
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It was several years later and people were still sharing horrified little stories about what a negligent administrator Dumbledore was. The dream forgot that the series was set in England, so a lot of the stories were about him forgetting to pay insurance bills, and the professors finding they had no coverage at inopportune moments.

Also, Mindfang had been a professor. Possibly all of the ancestors - the Handmaid and the Dolorosa were also there. Going to assume that in this AU my subconscious made up, she lost her arm because of some problem Dumbledore caused.

To get this dream even more thematically off-track, the Dolorosa was Lord English. She tricked us all! She seduced Porrim and turned her to the side of evil. At that point in the dream I was Kanaya, running around anxiously trying to figure out a way to get the Dolorosa contained before she turned all the students at the juku where I used to work evil. The juku was re-organizing as a wizarding school.
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Fuck this I am trading my body in for a better model.

Had a long dream about a planet where, though space travel is common and most people are cyborgs, the hereditary ruling class model their lives off of Heian-era Japan. A boy from an old-money family has vision so poor that he is essentially blind, but his family's prohibitions against the use of most modern technology mean that he can't even wear glasses.

The boy sneaks off to the spaceport a lot with the help of an older girl whose family comes from off-planet. They're involved with a vaguely-Hutt-esque trade consortium, and she's working on her pilot's license, and plans to take out a loan from them and get a cargo ship when she's old enough.

When she does so, she also takes out enough to get the boy a limited prosthesis that will help him get around and read, so he can go with her. (They hope to eventually earn enough for a better one that will give him near-normal vision.) They sneak him out of the house during a ceremony involving his mother taking a second or third husband (not very Heian, folks), and get him to the dystopic big-box-store cyborg shop, where he gets what looks like just Sollux's glasses. They hook into little ports installed behind his ears, with a tool that looks suspiciously like a Piercing Pagoda ear-piercing gun.

They're both very dubious about all this. The glasses do work, though - in places with sensors with open feeds they can hook into, meaning that they'll only be usable to him in places like ships and spaceports. They figure that this is fine, since he's leaving with her, anyway. They'll get him something better later on.

On the way to check out her new ship, though, his Mom shows up in her combat furisode (okay) and tries to take him back. "Mom why do you even have a laser rifle, we have bullshit cultural prohibitions on laser rifles. And you never let me have a laser rifle." "Taro you're blind."

They make it, but the ship is tied up in dock due to his mom's demands that they return him, given that he's still a minor. The Hutts are not very sympathetic to either side of this argument. When I woke up, he, the captain, and some of the rest of the crew were boredly sewing stuffed animals based on the local wildlife to sell to tourists at the spaceport, to make some money while they wait for takeoff clearance.
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Dreamed about one of those rich manga families whose financial success depends upon their practice of sacrificing the occasional child to some supernatural horror with which they have made an unholy pact. They had a tentacle monster in a swimming pool. They tricked their obligatory black-sheep yanki boy with the leather jacket and dubious hair into going up to the edge of the water, allowing the monster to grab him.

The monster turned out to just want the kid to study the environmental sciences with an emphasis on water quality. When I woke up, he was at a seminar about low-tech methods of sewage filtration used in developing countries, being held in a pleasant coastal town popular among retirees for its hot springs. He felt this situation to be all wrong for his image.


Mar. 19th, 2014 01:45 pm
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I don't think Dreamwidth will accept "bleh" as the entry slug for this post. I am not allowed to bleh more than once, even on distinct dates.

Cut for the usual narcissistic discussion of my physical and mental state. )
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whose house, strangely, is not overflowing with badly-behaved animals. So I'm dreaming about them every night.

I also dreamed I accidentally went to a Kentucky political event without shoes, so I stopped to buy some, began to feel resentful that I had agreed to go to the political event, and bought shiny gold shoes and a matching shiny gold hat to demonstrate my resentment for the Kentucky politics. It's like wearing a black armband, I guess.

Other than that, I was dressed like Jacuzzi Splot from Baccano, so I stopped briefly to rob a train. There were SW:TOR mobs everywhere, but they didn't want to bother Jacuzzi Splot.
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There was a comic book about a young girl named Camille, drawn in a style that was a cross between Jhonen Vasquez and Moyoco Anno. She was very angry and frequently disoriented, because the world did not work the way it was supposed to, somehow. People disappeared and came back different and cruel, and she was the only one who noticed.

Sometimes she drifted off and came back to find familiar things twisted and burned black, days seemingly having passed, and people avoiding her. If she’s doing these things, why has nothing been done about her? She doesn’t know. It makes her mad.

I woke up from this dream into another dream, very disappointed that the comic book did not really exist. I was a small child spending the winter in the gloomy, tumbledown home of a depressed millionaire with many children. Exploring the massive house, I eventually worked out that it had once been several buildings, including a cafe (still in operation; it’s so big that the millionaire, who rarely goes further than the kitchen, hasn’t noticed) and a grade-school.

Some of the children are not the millionaire’s - they’re schoolchildren who were trapped in her house when it began to grow outwards and overtake the buildings nearby. The town is dilapidated and unpopulated for many miles beyond.

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which was just Battle Angel Alita.

Cecil and Kaos did not get along. Night Vale Community Radio and Radio KAOS have radically different broadcasting philosophies.
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Lengthy Attack on Titan dream in which I got killed by fucking titans like eight fucking times. I got an exciting plot twist after all that, though: some casual dialog between Armin and Mikasa reveals that people in Titanland don't know where babies come from. They just kind of show up, at the base of the Pale Towers.

The Pale Towers themselves are structures that appear occasionally near human settlements, always just at the border of a forest. They are always either windowless and made of thick slabs of sandstone, carved with strange blurred images, or unfinished-looking frameworks of fresh-cut birchwood. They are always eventually destroyed by titans.

Each year some young unmarried people are rounded up and brought to the towers by singing flying saucers made of sandstone, where they have to... have sex, I guess? This is implied, I guess, because Mikasa thinks whatever it is is upsetting and kind of boring, and Eren is terrified of it. But Armin came away bleeding and with a broken arm the time he did it, so maybe not? Or maybe he's just like, particularly bad at it? I don't know, my subconscious thinks it's Andrew Hussie, it was all coy about this.

The point is that sometimes titans come and destroy the towers and eat the people in them while this is taking place, and that's considered normal. People go along with this because the titans will show up en masse and destroy your city if the kids don't go to the tower and do whatever.

No one seems to be drawing a connection between this shit and the babies showing up because everyone is really stupid. What's going on, Mikasa figures out when she infiltrates an evil lab somewhere or other, is this: the titans are how humans reproduce. They somehow psychically feed on (or physically participate in?) the activity taking place at the towers, and occasionally literally feed on the people doing it, and use whatever genetic stuff they gathered up there to make babies, which they leave for the humans to raise because they don't know what these are. (Or maybe they eat some of them, I don't know, the dream didn't go into this.)

So the titans are Mother Grubs and/or Ooloi. Way to go, brain, you totally figured that one out.

Another section of the dream had velociraptors surrounding my high school, which was fine, and T-rexes which had mastered wizardry, which struck me as deeply unfair. They're already T-rexes, they do not need to be wizards as well.
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Dreamed my sisters' house went up four stories, and the fourth led to a different crappy parallel universe every time you went up there.

Cronus Ampora was the protagonist of the first one, so I left.

The second was dystopian future wherein kids are asked to make an arbitrary choice around the time they're thirteen. The choice will determine everything about their future; if they make a "good" choice, they'll be given a place in society. If they make a "bad" one, which is much more common, they'll have most of their brains destroyed and be kept in a sort of stasis and permitted to happily, mindlessly play a stupid MMO until they're "too old" - however old that may be.

This dream's heroes were a set of twin girls who hacked the system to figure out the best possible choice, allowing them to be placed in the household of a ruthless military leader. This may someday allow one or both of them to succeed her or one of her colleagues, giving them the opportunity to change things.

However, it's likely that they will eventually be pitted against each other to prove their loyalty, and thus that only one of them will survive. They consider themselves very tough and prepared to sacrifice themselves and each other for the revolution.

Their plans are immediately thrown into crisis when, a few minutes after the Choosing ceremony, a girl in a wheelchair who's about to be put through the brain-destroying procedure begs their evil patron to save her in public. The patron pretends to adopt her to prevent a scene, but quickly dumps her in the street sans wheelchair. The twins can only get her to safety if one of them uses an item with which, if she's caught, will reveal her as a traitor. Obviously they do it anyway.

Scene-cut to some other kids because those two are probably screwed. These are Regis and Danilo from Darkover, co-conspirators of the hacker girls, who disrupted their Choosing ceremony with nanobots the girls slipped Regis, allowing all the kids there to escape.

They are now on the run and trying to rescue puppies because they are doofuses and the puppies are cute. YOU GUYS NO, THIS IS NOT WHY THEY GAVE YOU THOSE NANOBOTS
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I'm now improbably tired and concerned that I may have no energy left to do anything else the rest of the day.

I don't remember much of what I've done the past couple days, which implies that I have not done much. Lots of intensive sitting around and looking at the computer screen. But I remember my dreams. There were plagues, wolf gods, animal heads made of mud for a festival and then surrounded with dried cornstalks and burned, a huge empty underground tomb which reanimated its dead, and honeysuckle-scented rain falling on a rusted metal scaffold above a dying forest at the edge of a dried-out marsh.
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I just slept through a power outage and had vivid, complicated, horrific dreams about Homestuck, Star Stealing Prince, 7 Seeds, and my zombie thing. Nepeta named one of the mutant parasitic plants from 7 Seeds after Gamzee, to convince people to hate it and uproot it wherever they go.

What no one but Nepeta knew was that the plant's bulb, if replanted after destroying the plant above it, would re-grow an entirely different and beneficial plant. Nepeta has been gathering up the bulbs people up-root, and when she finds a good place to plant them, she will do so and become a millionaire in post-apocalyptic money, whatever that may be.

The dream spanned epochs - Nepeta was either dead or thousands of years old and a god by the end, which involved my zombie fic ladies stealing ships from alien invaders, among whom numbered a very unhappy Karkat and Kankri. When I woke up, I felt like I'd slept a whole day and into the next night.

Need to decide now whether to try to eat something again. I want Nepeta's Gamzee-plant. It was one of those RPG herbs that cure all ills.
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I think I dream exclusively in Dwarf Fortress format now. Tilesets are optional, digging too deep and too greedily is not.
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I dreamed I was reading a nonexistent paranormal romance series. In each book, the heroine encountered a brooding, powerful, and troubled man who seemed ideally placed to be her love interest. In every book, he turned out to be as big a douchebag as he looked.

In book one, though she had no magical powers, she was the key to saving Dystopian Noir-ish Sci-Fi City from some sort of magic problem. Maybe the fedoras were going to attain sentience or some shit, it wasn't specified. The sorta-honest chief of police, saddled with a thoroughly corrupt force, quietly hired an outsider to protect her; Hunter S. Thompson. Characterization based on Duke from Doonesbury.

(Look. I am not in charge of the shit my subconscious does. "I" is defined a very specific way when writing posts about dreams, a way that does not include the subconscious. I mean, come on, if I included that thing, then every noun in this post would have to be "I." I am the books and the city and the magic and the police. Clearly linguistically nonviable.)

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I didn't used to hate clowns, but now I do, because of Homestuck.

I had a dream about being mind-controlled and beat up by Gamzee last night, and I've been having flashbacks to it all day. Get out of my subconscious, Homestuck, I want the nightmares about zombies back. I got a mecha in those.

I don't know why I always end up in a mecha in zombie dreams. Probably something to do with the classic 90s anime Ten no SINzou.
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I dreamed that Pokemon crossed over with Digimon permanently, and I had to memorize all these Digimon, and their types, and the new battle mechanics that had been added and applied to every single Pokemon. And then I decided to stop liking Pokemon. It was terrible.
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I don't remember much of last night's dream, but it did confirm that Homestuck and Baccano! share a canon. Andrew Hussie and Ryogo Narita both said so, in my dream.

I guess this means that Isaac and Miria played the Game, given that they’re unkillable and anyway the apocalypse would have made them sad. The immortals would be in an interesting situation; they could theoretically attain god-tier and the skills inherent in that, but they would have to allow someone else possession of all of their memories and skills, possibly losing them themselves in the process.

There are at least three non-immortals who would be able to off themselves on their quest beds without much fuss: Chane, Vino, and Ladd. I can see Nice blowing Jacuzzi up "for his own good."

Jacuzzi is the Hope player, by the way, and Nice is Doom. Rachel is Void because she's associated with liminal spaces and being unseen. Ennis is Light because she's the smart girl who bosses the most protagonist-ish guy around.

Chane is Space because her storyline is about rebirth, and Vino's got to be Blood. Isaac and Miria are jointly the Rogue of Breath. I don't know what Firo is, but Maiza is his sprite.

Ronny was a game construct all along.
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But I saw someone mention it online right before I went to bed last night, so I accidentally watched it in my dreams. It's about a Catholic school where the nuns are hooded figures from Night Vale. There was an awards ceremony at the end of the year, but they didn't give out any awards, they just covered everyone with spiders. Then Nazis came.

Then there was a swordfight on the narrow path between two rice fields in Saitama, involving a princess, several ninjas, and a wizard. Because fuck if that movie was prepared to seriously take on the subject of Nazi Germany.

That's pretty much how it goes, right?

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