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basilmemories) wrote2009-04-21 12:16 pm
basilmemories) wrote2009-04-21 12:16 pm
H- holy fuck what was that.
I’ve mentioned my nightmares, yes? Well if today if anything I’ve just had an absolutely terrifying one, with what might be the perfect ending. Not only was it an amazingly linear dream (with only one major dreamshift, and possibly one more little one) but it got all of my fears in and added a new twist of things (haha god oh OW we need better words for that idea). The thing is that if given the proper beginning and some cleanup in the middle, this would be an amazing tv episode. I just woke up and am trying to remember as much of the plot of this dream as possible, and trying to stop shaking, so please bear with the bad writing so far.
The dream as far as I remember picks up in the middle of a comic-book adventure... wait, no. There was a dream before about a psychokinetic boy and his friends living in an Orwellian British high school/boarding school from the future, but without the British accents. I donno man, but it worked. The main could like, summon tiny fire ants, but not like some sort of impressive feat or something. Just he’d be panicked and the scenery in the background would just steadily have more fire ants in it, that acted like bees for some reason. It freaked the Evil Government Overlord out and his henchmen/vice principal, but he never really used it as a weapon. To sum that one up, boy and his friends discover that an opressive government runs their school, and that they silence students who disagree with the views of the place. Said friends determine to get the hell out of dodge and manage to do so after a load of stealthing around the place... aaaand possibly killing the vice principal. It happens sometimes? To mash even more buzzwords together the dream was like Harry potter’s American rip-off, but with Psionics in a dystopian future... as filmed in the early 90’s by the BBC. I have no clue either.
I don’t know where the shift was, but it pretty evenly broke, with the only thing carrying over was “a group of people are escaping and going to a better place”. In this case a group of people (who appear to be basically normal other then the humanoid buffalo... Though I’m not sure if the grizzled prospector who’s secretly from England counts.) travel around a Comic Book-based Saturday Morning Cartoon, looking for safe haven and a way to get some cash. Hijinks ensue.
Then we slide right into the nightmare, at some point one of the girls tells the cast of idiots (and one con artist) that they’re taking a shortcut through a labyrinthine underground route to get to their destination. As they’re being chased by the stereotypical evil, they go along with it and the dream promptly forgets them. About now is when the theme shifts.
From here, it focuses on one black-haired woman’s trip through what appears to be a near-endless set of underground factories. For example, she goes down a flight of metal steps (much like when you’re going down the fire escapes inside of a hotel... don’t tell me any of you convention goers haven’t done that before. I know you have) into a concrete room, walks past the viscera splattering the floor and walls, and into another room with multiple turns and doors.
She or the other things there explain at some point that the very place summons up things the person fears in one form or another, and one either has do deal with that fear (which pretty much cures it) or try to escape it. In a break from my normal nightmares, apparently the things here you can get away from, just there’s a lot more of them. From the feeling that I get during this, it’s evident that she’s done this many, many times and is tired of always running. So it takes her awhile, and she confronts her fears, as long or as dangerous as that might be. This isn’t really shown, or if it was, I don’t remember that part.
The last room she enters is painted white, with a baby carriage near the side of the small room, facing away from her. She tells... someone, I donno who, that she’ll be fine, and I don’t know if that/they leave or stay, it’s never really mentioned again. But, she screws up her courage and turns the stroller around.
And yep, it’s just a baby.
Only one who not only appears to have the proper mental facilities of an adult, but also one who has a fucking multi-bladed weapon and tries to stab the woman repeatedly in the godamn abdomen. However there’s a major difference from all the other times this sort of things happen, and that would be that it’s still an infant instead of a hulking figure, and this is a fully-grown woman. Really, do I gotta say that she manages to get the knife away from the baby?
But instead of counterstabbinating the child to “kill” her fear, she sits down to talk to it. And oh they talk. The horrible little boy with the bright hazel eyes... is surprisingly erudite! All is going along with only the mild threat of violence, until at one point the child opens, and distends for that matter, his mouth in a circle. And instead of mouthlasering the woman, the glowing light inside of his mouth just attempts to levitate the weapon back to him. Understandably, the woman grabs the knife and slams it back down onto the concrete ledge she had been leaning against. We see now clearly for the first time that it is a simple swiss-army knife, but with the same kind of blade jutting out just about everywhere other then the grip.
“Why did you do that?” She’s also understandably upset.
“You had to be expecting that, didn’t you? It’s what I do.”
She explains that she allowed herself to be put into a coma so she could finish things this time, that she’s got people there for her on the other side and that it won’t work. She’s tired of this happening and she just wants it all over and done with, and she doesn’t want to come to this place ever again. The baby just looks at her with sympathy and possibly a little hurt and says,
“Do you really?”
And the woman... tries to get it out, but she can’t really say yes, breaking down instead. While it’s not said, the feelings that come across in the dream convey that despite the entire thing being a constant hell-and-a-half, there’s some of the beings in that world that she’s become attached to. Terrible as they are, they know her best, and if she ends things with the creepy demon child, then the creatures in this setup won’t come back, and she’ll have lost people who she has a connection to.
She manages to say that she doesn’t want that to end.
The baby starts clapping! The previously-killed unholy terrors of the studio audience start clapping! Some scientists behind an observation window start clapping! The little demon baby is smiling with what looks like pure joy, and happy scientists are happy! ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.
Then it cuts to a pov shot of a dinner table, where her friends are eating and apparently used to her being kinda spaced out sometimes. An ekg starts to fade in from the background. As they’re having a good time at the group home, the pov shows her hand reaching for her dinner fork, one of the tongs a little bent. Almost mechanically the hand raises the fork up to where the “camera” is and...
I, the watcher of this “tv show” flinch and look away. But just like the real-life me, I have trainwreck and look back to the “screen” The camera has blood dripping down the “lens” and there’s some on the table cloth in an obvious spray/bursting pattern. The ekg flatlines, and the screen goes to black.
However my subconscious felt that it wasn’t quite done yet, and so pops up in cheezy red “drip effect” font:
Then a voice over starts up over a flyover shot of New York or some other city, talking about how the cast has to get to the bottom of this “treatment”, before they end up being affected themselves. There’s an indication that this is mid-season of whatever show is going on. Aaaaaand about then I wake up, drenched in sweat and afraid to move for a bit.
There’s a lot of things I can pull from that dream and if anything it’s... really meta. The last nightmare I had three weeks ago was like that too in a way. The threat of horrible death being unseen but commented on and felt (I had joked that “well, does this mean that I’m also afraid of bad 70’s decorating?” when I described it to mom). But this is kinda amazing. Reading over things again show there’s connections that at first I thought only made sense because it had “hazy dream logic”, also it referenced Jacob’s Ladder, which although I have some vague idea what it means biblically, I’ve never seen the movie. And there’s three main threads that run through all of the sub-dreams: Television, the 90’s style-filming, and for some reason British people. I still don’t know why the main character of the last dream looked like Gwen from torchwood, or why she was at the table as one of the friends near the end too.
So in short, I have no fucking idea what my subconscious is on, either.
The dream as far as I remember picks up in the middle of a comic-book adventure... wait, no. There was a dream before about a psychokinetic boy and his friends living in an Orwellian British high school/boarding school from the future, but without the British accents. I donno man, but it worked. The main could like, summon tiny fire ants, but not like some sort of impressive feat or something. Just he’d be panicked and the scenery in the background would just steadily have more fire ants in it, that acted like bees for some reason. It freaked the Evil Government Overlord out and his henchmen/vice principal, but he never really used it as a weapon. To sum that one up, boy and his friends discover that an opressive government runs their school, and that they silence students who disagree with the views of the place. Said friends determine to get the hell out of dodge and manage to do so after a load of stealthing around the place... aaaand possibly killing the vice principal. It happens sometimes? To mash even more buzzwords together the dream was like Harry potter’s American rip-off, but with Psionics in a dystopian future... as filmed in the early 90’s by the BBC. I have no clue either.
I don’t know where the shift was, but it pretty evenly broke, with the only thing carrying over was “a group of people are escaping and going to a better place”. In this case a group of people (who appear to be basically normal other then the humanoid buffalo... Though I’m not sure if the grizzled prospector who’s secretly from England counts.) travel around a Comic Book-based Saturday Morning Cartoon, looking for safe haven and a way to get some cash. Hijinks ensue.
Then we slide right into the nightmare, at some point one of the girls tells the cast of idiots (and one con artist) that they’re taking a shortcut through a labyrinthine underground route to get to their destination. As they’re being chased by the stereotypical evil, they go along with it and the dream promptly forgets them. About now is when the theme shifts.
From here, it focuses on one black-haired woman’s trip through what appears to be a near-endless set of underground factories. For example, she goes down a flight of metal steps (much like when you’re going down the fire escapes inside of a hotel... don’t tell me any of you convention goers haven’t done that before. I know you have) into a concrete room, walks past the viscera splattering the floor and walls, and into another room with multiple turns and doors.
She or the other things there explain at some point that the very place summons up things the person fears in one form or another, and one either has do deal with that fear (which pretty much cures it) or try to escape it. In a break from my normal nightmares, apparently the things here you can get away from, just there’s a lot more of them. From the feeling that I get during this, it’s evident that she’s done this many, many times and is tired of always running. So it takes her awhile, and she confronts her fears, as long or as dangerous as that might be. This isn’t really shown, or if it was, I don’t remember that part.
The last room she enters is painted white, with a baby carriage near the side of the small room, facing away from her. She tells... someone, I donno who, that she’ll be fine, and I don’t know if that/they leave or stay, it’s never really mentioned again. But, she screws up her courage and turns the stroller around.
And yep, it’s just a baby.
Only one who not only appears to have the proper mental facilities of an adult, but also one who has a fucking multi-bladed weapon and tries to stab the woman repeatedly in the godamn abdomen. However there’s a major difference from all the other times this sort of things happen, and that would be that it’s still an infant instead of a hulking figure, and this is a fully-grown woman. Really, do I gotta say that she manages to get the knife away from the baby?
But instead of counterstabbinating the child to “kill” her fear, she sits down to talk to it. And oh they talk. The horrible little boy with the bright hazel eyes... is surprisingly erudite! All is going along with only the mild threat of violence, until at one point the child opens, and distends for that matter, his mouth in a circle. And instead of mouthlasering the woman, the glowing light inside of his mouth just attempts to levitate the weapon back to him. Understandably, the woman grabs the knife and slams it back down onto the concrete ledge she had been leaning against. We see now clearly for the first time that it is a simple swiss-army knife, but with the same kind of blade jutting out just about everywhere other then the grip.
“Why did you do that?” She’s also understandably upset.
“You had to be expecting that, didn’t you? It’s what I do.”
She explains that she allowed herself to be put into a coma so she could finish things this time, that she’s got people there for her on the other side and that it won’t work. She’s tired of this happening and she just wants it all over and done with, and she doesn’t want to come to this place ever again. The baby just looks at her with sympathy and possibly a little hurt and says,
“Do you really?”
And the woman... tries to get it out, but she can’t really say yes, breaking down instead. While it’s not said, the feelings that come across in the dream convey that despite the entire thing being a constant hell-and-a-half, there’s some of the beings in that world that she’s become attached to. Terrible as they are, they know her best, and if she ends things with the creepy demon child, then the creatures in this setup won’t come back, and she’ll have lost people who she has a connection to.
She manages to say that she doesn’t want that to end.
The baby starts clapping! The previously-killed unholy terrors of the studio audience start clapping! Some scientists behind an observation window start clapping! The little demon baby is smiling with what looks like pure joy, and happy scientists are happy! ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.
Then it cuts to a pov shot of a dinner table, where her friends are eating and apparently used to her being kinda spaced out sometimes. An ekg starts to fade in from the background. As they’re having a good time at the group home, the pov shows her hand reaching for her dinner fork, one of the tongs a little bent. Almost mechanically the hand raises the fork up to where the “camera” is and...
I, the watcher of this “tv show” flinch and look away. But just like the real-life me, I have trainwreck and look back to the “screen” The camera has blood dripping down the “lens” and there’s some on the table cloth in an obvious spray/bursting pattern. The ekg flatlines, and the screen goes to black.
However my subconscious felt that it wasn’t quite done yet, and so pops up in cheezy red “drip effect” font:
[some date – some date, both of which are set either in 2004 or 2006]
[name] had previously told the producers of this show that the Jacob’s Method might result in her death.
She didn’t last three weeks.
Then a voice over starts up over a flyover shot of New York or some other city, talking about how the cast has to get to the bottom of this “treatment”, before they end up being affected themselves. There’s an indication that this is mid-season of whatever show is going on. Aaaaaand about then I wake up, drenched in sweat and afraid to move for a bit.
There’s a lot of things I can pull from that dream and if anything it’s... really meta. The last nightmare I had three weeks ago was like that too in a way. The threat of horrible death being unseen but commented on and felt (I had joked that “well, does this mean that I’m also afraid of bad 70’s decorating?” when I described it to mom). But this is kinda amazing. Reading over things again show there’s connections that at first I thought only made sense because it had “hazy dream logic”, also it referenced Jacob’s Ladder, which although I have some vague idea what it means biblically, I’ve never seen the movie. And there’s three main threads that run through all of the sub-dreams: Television, the 90’s style-filming, and for some reason British people. I still don’t know why the main character of the last dream looked like Gwen from torchwood, or why she was at the table as one of the friends near the end too.
So in short, I have no fucking idea what my subconscious is on, either.
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My underlying fears are Saturday morning cartoons, demon babies, and 90's BBC shows. And here I thought it was just the being stabbed thing!