wtf subconscious
Aug. 20th, 2007 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowlIt is my turn to have strange dreams!
The end of the world was nigh - alien invasion - it may have been my fault. Society was taking it remarkably well; in fact, there was going to be a farewell party for the human race the night before the invasion began. And I think - LOL indeed - Guided By Voices was the band...
Justin, Jen, and one of my coworkers were accompanying me; we planned to stick out the whole apocalypse together. We wanted to attend the concert, which was being held in a mall in the 1970s, but we kept getting lost. Finally Jen found some sort of "back way" through these rooms full of big steam pipes and boilers and rusty iron catwalks and dodgy lifts and things, and we all barrelled through it at a run.
Cut to the next day, where people were in the woods spending the last few hours before the invasion hit our area preparing to "go native" - building primitive shelters out of huge pieces of plastic which apparently just happened to be lying around, gathering water in massive garden cans from these huge drinking fountains that existed in a clearing for some reason, doling out food from a communal stack in the form of MREs and blueberries. Yeah, blueberries. I woke up under a black plastic roof with Justin and Jen, and opened my purse to get out a morning cigarette only to find that the smokes in the case had had the paper nibbled away in a lattice pattern all around the filter and the first centimeter of tobacco on each end. A huge spider with a blue face, which I knew (oh lovely dream-knowledge) to be an African Hobo Spider, then crawled out of my bag and started running in circles around a rectangular depression in the center of our shelter. I freaked out until Justin beat it to death with his cane.
Then it was time to gather supplies. I was assigned supply-partners with a brown-haired girl in a purple shirt - my coworker having mysteriously disappeared at some point - and the girl gave me a watering can to fill. Somehow I messed it up the first time (filled it with molasses?) and had to go back. When I did, a Hispanic man in his mid 30s pulled me aside under his blue plastic shelter to tell me a story. I wanted to smoke so I got out my case, and considered trying to trade my nine spider-eaten cigarettes for three whole ones, but I reasoned that I'd want them all sooner or later, and I could always shake the magnesium out and roll them again. (This makes perfect sense to three people.) Still, I did convince the man to trade me one spidercig for one of his Newports.
When the invasion force reached us, Justin and and the brown-haired girl and I climbed onto a flying white metal platform, made out of that wire mesh stuff that they use for observation decks on drilling rigs and the like. The invaders found us when we got stuck in a tree, and came over to make fun of me. Their leader, apparently human, called me a coward at length, eventually referring to me as "queen of the chickens" or something dumb like that, at which point I said if I'm queen he should kneel to me. He did, and I for some reason bowed to him, and the nJustin got the platform unstuck from the tree and we sort of crash-landed beside him.
I shouted to the other refugees that the one guy was the leader and if we killed him the invasion would be over, and somebody did kill him, which changed everything.
When I opened my eyes I found myself working in a very small office in the 1920s. I couldn't read anything on my desk because it was all in Yiddish. I couldn't call Justin to see if he was okay because our area code is 903 and the phone was numbered 1234567Q8. Eventually I realized the problem lay in this big old cowboy type dude who was just back from World War Two and had brought this gigantic (like 4' x 10') mirror with gilt and red paint on it, and he had thought the paint was just a random pattern and had added to it to make it look nicer, which altered reality. Really you were supposed to look not at the red and gilt but at the untouched silver, the space between, when it revealed tiself to be a painting of two samurai and a log cabin. When he removed the paint he'd added it turned into an oil painting of Downtown Random Western Town We Were Apparently Living In, and the world changed back to normal.
Only we had to hide the painting in a safe place so the bad guys couldn't alter reality some more. So the burly cowboy dude tried to carry it away but he only got across the railroad tracks to the shade of some kind of twisty-branched tree, where it was taken by a green-clad superhero whose progress we watched on a floating TV screen. The bad guys shot him full of arrows but he caught them all in his right shoulder to protect the painting, which we all said was pretty heroic of him. Eventually he hid the painting in a massive cavern beneath the Capitol Of The World, which was a Greek Revival building made out of pink and tan marble in Salt Lake City, UT, and it was safe, and there was much rejoicing.
The end of the world was nigh - alien invasion - it may have been my fault. Society was taking it remarkably well; in fact, there was going to be a farewell party for the human race the night before the invasion began. And I think - LOL indeed - Guided By Voices was the band...
Justin, Jen, and one of my coworkers were accompanying me; we planned to stick out the whole apocalypse together. We wanted to attend the concert, which was being held in a mall in the 1970s, but we kept getting lost. Finally Jen found some sort of "back way" through these rooms full of big steam pipes and boilers and rusty iron catwalks and dodgy lifts and things, and we all barrelled through it at a run.
Cut to the next day, where people were in the woods spending the last few hours before the invasion hit our area preparing to "go native" - building primitive shelters out of huge pieces of plastic which apparently just happened to be lying around, gathering water in massive garden cans from these huge drinking fountains that existed in a clearing for some reason, doling out food from a communal stack in the form of MREs and blueberries. Yeah, blueberries. I woke up under a black plastic roof with Justin and Jen, and opened my purse to get out a morning cigarette only to find that the smokes in the case had had the paper nibbled away in a lattice pattern all around the filter and the first centimeter of tobacco on each end. A huge spider with a blue face, which I knew (oh lovely dream-knowledge) to be an African Hobo Spider, then crawled out of my bag and started running in circles around a rectangular depression in the center of our shelter. I freaked out until Justin beat it to death with his cane.
Then it was time to gather supplies. I was assigned supply-partners with a brown-haired girl in a purple shirt - my coworker having mysteriously disappeared at some point - and the girl gave me a watering can to fill. Somehow I messed it up the first time (filled it with molasses?) and had to go back. When I did, a Hispanic man in his mid 30s pulled me aside under his blue plastic shelter to tell me a story. I wanted to smoke so I got out my case, and considered trying to trade my nine spider-eaten cigarettes for three whole ones, but I reasoned that I'd want them all sooner or later, and I could always shake the magnesium out and roll them again. (This makes perfect sense to three people.) Still, I did convince the man to trade me one spidercig for one of his Newports.
When the invasion force reached us, Justin and and the brown-haired girl and I climbed onto a flying white metal platform, made out of that wire mesh stuff that they use for observation decks on drilling rigs and the like. The invaders found us when we got stuck in a tree, and came over to make fun of me. Their leader, apparently human, called me a coward at length, eventually referring to me as "queen of the chickens" or something dumb like that, at which point I said if I'm queen he should kneel to me. He did, and I for some reason bowed to him, and the nJustin got the platform unstuck from the tree and we sort of crash-landed beside him.
I shouted to the other refugees that the one guy was the leader and if we killed him the invasion would be over, and somebody did kill him, which changed everything.
When I opened my eyes I found myself working in a very small office in the 1920s. I couldn't read anything on my desk because it was all in Yiddish. I couldn't call Justin to see if he was okay because our area code is 903 and the phone was numbered 1234567Q8. Eventually I realized the problem lay in this big old cowboy type dude who was just back from World War Two and had brought this gigantic (like 4' x 10') mirror with gilt and red paint on it, and he had thought the paint was just a random pattern and had added to it to make it look nicer, which altered reality. Really you were supposed to look not at the red and gilt but at the untouched silver, the space between, when it revealed tiself to be a painting of two samurai and a log cabin. When he removed the paint he'd added it turned into an oil painting of Downtown Random Western Town We Were Apparently Living In, and the world changed back to normal.
Only we had to hide the painting in a safe place so the bad guys couldn't alter reality some more. So the burly cowboy dude tried to carry it away but he only got across the railroad tracks to the shade of some kind of twisty-branched tree, where it was taken by a green-clad superhero whose progress we watched on a floating TV screen. The bad guys shot him full of arrows but he caught them all in his right shoulder to protect the painting, which we all said was pretty heroic of him. Eventually he hid the painting in a massive cavern beneath the Capitol Of The World, which was a Greek Revival building made out of pink and tan marble in Salt Lake City, UT, and it was safe, and there was much rejoicing.
