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wolven7I dreamed of wandering through the courtyard of several office buildings, in a downtown area, and being walked up to by someone who was a conglomerate of several female archetypes. She was about my height, but she moved like a predator, constantly, easily aware, slightly alien. She walked up to me and kissed me, and looked me in the eye and said something to the effect "You're still with someone." At which point Summer Glau and Amy Acker showed up in their full-on craziest, most ass-kicking-est personas, and started trying to kill us.
In the hut/train car, fighting Summer, and I manage to actually pick her up by the legs, and slam her head into the ground, repeatedly. She dies, and I throw her body out to Amy, and I'm freaking out, having never killed anyone, before. I have to remind myself that I've killed dozens of people, in dreams, and other realms, before, and that frission lets me keep going.
In the train car, there are refugees, and we are escaping the War. There is no "Safe Place," and the only freedom is constant movement. On the train, people are scared, worried, and one person pulls a gun on me. I manage to kick the barrel down, and out of the way, as she or he pulls the trigger. The person thinks the gun didn't go off, that as soon as I move my foot, I'll be a dead man, but I know it did. I pull my boot away, and the bullet is lodged in the metal shank in the sole. I pull it out and throw it at the person, taking the gun. I yell at the rest of the train to show me, their guns, even though I know they All have guns... I don't know what to do, to keep them from freaking out, any further.
Something about a series of computer problems, and finding a series of folders on some woman's computer containing digitally altered pictures of herself, her friends, and her sister, in explicit situations.
Really disturbing stuff, there.
Anyway. How did you sleep?
In the hut/train car, fighting Summer, and I manage to actually pick her up by the legs, and slam her head into the ground, repeatedly. She dies, and I throw her body out to Amy, and I'm freaking out, having never killed anyone, before. I have to remind myself that I've killed dozens of people, in dreams, and other realms, before, and that frission lets me keep going.
In the train car, there are refugees, and we are escaping the War. There is no "Safe Place," and the only freedom is constant movement. On the train, people are scared, worried, and one person pulls a gun on me. I manage to kick the barrel down, and out of the way, as she or he pulls the trigger. The person thinks the gun didn't go off, that as soon as I move my foot, I'll be a dead man, but I know it did. I pull my boot away, and the bullet is lodged in the metal shank in the sole. I pull it out and throw it at the person, taking the gun. I yell at the rest of the train to show me, their guns, even though I know they All have guns... I don't know what to do, to keep them from freaking out, any further.
Something about a series of computer problems, and finding a series of folders on some woman's computer containing digitally altered pictures of herself, her friends, and her sister, in explicit situations.
Really disturbing stuff, there.
Anyway. How did you sleep?
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Date: 2010-01-26 04:02 am (UTC)The rest was swallowed by the 2.5 hours it took me to wake up.
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Date: 2010-01-26 05:14 am (UTC)