sessifet: (Confuzzled)
I started using the ecig to quit and it's going quite well. I've not had a 'real' cigarette in four weeks and I appear not to have gone insane (much).

One interesting side-effect I have noticed, though: my dreams are much more vivid now and really, really cool. 'I don't want to wake up' kind of cool. A lot of the time, only the shape of the dream remains and the details dissappear within a few minutes of waking up.

Last night's was brilliant and I can remember quite a few details. My viewpoint switched between omnipresent, nameless observer and someone whose main aspect is passion (or possibly represents passion. I'm not clear on this). Part of a humanoid race, it seems. Or maybe they've just got human shapes because they represent human(ish?) emotions?. There were others. My best friend's aspect is conflict/war? We're all in an underground cave system. Not a dark hole, but a proper place to live (I'm sure the movie of my dream would use a lot of fairy lights and water) with twists and turns and niches. Some of those have statues in various poses, their clothes covered in symbols.

Our complex is attacked by outsiders. I don't have any weapons, my friend has two swords and a knife he hides in the hilt of his large sword. He hands me the knife and tells me to keep out of the way because I 'don't know how to fight'. I end up killing? Incapacitating? one woman in a rather gruesome way. She seems to enjoy the whole experience. I feel unpleasant. My friend and I are the first/last(?) line of defense. Actually, we have to be the last because when it is over and we have killed or incapacitated all the intruders, I end up near some baths where the inevitable resident wise lady tells me off for getting blood on me (I'm thinking she's not just being literal here).

There's an...outsider. He looks like us, but he's not of the same background. And the people who attacked us are actually led by the outsider's sister. She walked out one day, taking the identity of our youngest member (who is understandably somewhat upset by this) and offering any who follow her money and power. She obtains these by stealing them from our brothers and sisters who are trying to capture her.

My friend, the outsider and I are part of the group that is to go north in pursuit of the sister.

And then my alarm went off and I woke up. Curses...
sessifet: (Confuzzled)
I started using the ecig to quit and it's going quite well. I've not had a 'real' cigarette in four weeks and I appear not to have gone insane (much).

One interesting side-effect I have noticed, though: my dreams are much more vivid now and really, really cool. 'I don't want to wake up' kind of cool. A lot of the time, only the shape of the dream remains and the details dissappear within a few minutes of waking up.

Last night's was brilliant and I can remember quite a few details. My viewpoint switched between omnipresent, nameless observer and someone whose main aspect is passion (or possibly represents passion. I'm not clear on this). Part of a humanoid race, it seems. Or maybe they've just got human shapes because they represent human(ish?) emotions?. There were others. My best friend's aspect is conflict/war? We're all in an underground cave system. Not a dark hole, but a proper place to live (I'm sure the movie of my dream would use a lot of fairy lights and water) with twists and turns and niches. Some of those have statues in various poses, their clothes covered in symbols.

Our complex is attacked by outsiders. I don't have any weapons, my friend has two swords and a knife he hides in the hilt of his large sword. He hands me the knife and tells me to keep out of the way because I 'don't know how to fight'. I end up killing? Incapacitating? one woman in a rather gruesome way. She seems to enjoy the whole experience. I feel unpleasant. My friend and I are the first/last(?) line of defense. Actually, we have to be the last because when it is over and we have killed or incapacitated all the intruders, I end up near some baths where the inevitable resident wise lady tells me off for getting blood on me (I'm thinking she's not just being literal here).

There's an...outsider. He looks like us, but he's not of the same background. And the people who attacked us are actually led by the outsider's sister. She walked out one day, taking the identity of our youngest member (who is understandably somewhat upset by this) and offering any who follow her money and power. She obtains these by stealing them from our brothers and sisters who are trying to capture her.

My friend, the outsider and I are part of the group that is to go north in pursuit of the sister.

And then my alarm went off and I woke up. Curses...

Oh shi...

Nov. 2nd, 2009 05:56 am
sessifet: (Llama face)

Just woke up from a nice, if somewhat surreal, dream gone bad. It went from running around at one convention to the Discworld con where, for reasons utterly beyond me, [livejournal.com profile] random_c was selling cute and colourful fish type things. There were teeny tiny cute octopus things in bright colours. And teeny tiny nudibranches. [livejournal.com profile] clanwilliam was helping out. I helped catch a fish. It was pink and yellow and cute and went 'fweep' at people. It was perfectly happy in and out of the water.

And what lead to me getting to the original convention were spy mice. In a small aircraft which landed on an old-fashioned train which met up with a old-style circus train. There were acrobats on a big mouse wheel.

[livejournal.com profile] hobnobs was his usual self, except with colourful beads in hair and beard (this is not a good look) A small blur turned out to be [livejournal.com profile] the_ladylark who was trying to get everyone to the opening ceremony, where there was to be a murder mystery. And this is where it gets unsettling.

I don't know why, but it morphed into a bad Midsommer Murders things...but really creepy. Murdered woman, slightly unhinged widower, an obsessed brother (who is a slate carving artist. The brothers have inherited the slate businesss. I don't know why this is important), loopy mother of brothers who has a house but prefers spending her time in the woods, alongside a path, lying in an open den with her two dogs (I don't know!), and then there's the classic potential murder suspect. Deranged wildman type.

Anyone see where this is going? No? Neither did I, I'm just along for the ride here. I woke up when the dream went from suspense to straight on horror. There's something in the woods and the animals are scared. Oh joy. And then I wake up for gods know what reason, possibly parts of me going 'eeeeh, okay. Bored now!', covered in sweat, way too warm under my blanket and with my heart hammering.

And there are Noises. As if something is sneaking around. I want to close my eyes again but I go back into the dream with the scared animals and something going 'keh!' in the distance (there's no reason for that to be scary. It just is). I open my eyes again and try to calm down, but I can still hear Noises. My brain is sent into a lovely feedback loop of scared to go back to sleep and scared to remain awake.

Also I'm not getting out of bed for my cure-all remedy, warm milk and cinnamon, because there is Something There. It is watching me.

And people go 'oh, I'd love to have your imagination'. Well, fuck my imagination. Thanks to it, I'm in my bed at sod knows what time before dawn, scared out of my wits and too afraid to get out of my bed to go to the loo, because there's monsters under my bed. And I've a loft bed, so it's a big one. It possibly goes 'keh'.

Compared to this, I prefer the dead cow induced one about dying before the end of the day.

Death doesn't scare me. The monster under the bed does. Especially if it goes 'keh'.

Oh shi...

Nov. 2nd, 2009 05:56 am
sessifet: (Llama face)

Just woke up from a nice, if somewhat surreal, dream gone bad. It went from running around at one convention to the Discworld con where, for reasons utterly beyond me, [livejournal.com profile] random_c was selling cute and colourful fish type things. There were teeny tiny cute octopus things in bright colours. And teeny tiny nudibranches. [livejournal.com profile] clanwilliam was helping out. I helped catch a fish. It was pink and yellow and cute and went 'fweep' at people. It was perfectly happy in and out of the water.

And what lead to me getting to the original convention were spy mice. In a small aircraft which landed on an old-fashioned train which met up with a old-style circus train. There were acrobats on a big mouse wheel.

[livejournal.com profile] hobnobs was his usual self, except with colourful beads in hair and beard (this is not a good look) A small blur turned out to be [livejournal.com profile] the_ladylark who was trying to get everyone to the opening ceremony, where there was to be a murder mystery. And this is where it gets unsettling.

I don't know why, but it morphed into a bad Midsommer Murders things...but really creepy. Murdered woman, slightly unhinged widower, an obsessed brother (who is a slate carving artist. The brothers have inherited the slate businesss. I don't know why this is important), loopy mother of brothers who has a house but prefers spending her time in the woods, alongside a path, lying in an open den with her two dogs (I don't know!), and then there's the classic potential murder suspect. Deranged wildman type.

Anyone see where this is going? No? Neither did I, I'm just along for the ride here. I woke up when the dream went from suspense to straight on horror. There's something in the woods and the animals are scared. Oh joy. And then I wake up for gods know what reason, possibly parts of me going 'eeeeh, okay. Bored now!', covered in sweat, way too warm under my blanket and with my heart hammering.

And there are Noises. As if something is sneaking around. I want to close my eyes again but I go back into the dream with the scared animals and something going 'keh!' in the distance (there's no reason for that to be scary. It just is). I open my eyes again and try to calm down, but I can still hear Noises. My brain is sent into a lovely feedback loop of scared to go back to sleep and scared to remain awake.

Also I'm not getting out of bed for my cure-all remedy, warm milk and cinnamon, because there is Something There. It is watching me.

And people go 'oh, I'd love to have your imagination'. Well, fuck my imagination. Thanks to it, I'm in my bed at sod knows what time before dawn, scared out of my wits and too afraid to get out of my bed to go to the loo, because there's monsters under my bed. And I've a loft bed, so it's a big one. It possibly goes 'keh'.

Compared to this, I prefer the dead cow induced one about dying before the end of the day.

Death doesn't scare me. The monster under the bed does. Especially if it goes 'keh'.

Meep

Feb. 25th, 2008 08:41 am
sessifet: (Hold Me)
Dreaming you're going to die before 17:00 pm the next day is really not a happy fun way to spend a night. Next time, I might not want to have quite so much dead cow before going to bed.*

It also doesn't make for a happy relaxed mindset for going back to work.

* Actually, make a note of this. If I do drop dead in the next 24 hours, you've my permission to use this post as proof of pre-cognition.

Meep

Feb. 25th, 2008 08:41 am
sessifet: (Hold Me)
Dreaming you're going to die before 17:00 pm the next day is really not a happy fun way to spend a night. Next time, I might not want to have quite so much dead cow before going to bed.*

It also doesn't make for a happy relaxed mindset for going back to work.

* Actually, make a note of this. If I do drop dead in the next 24 hours, you've my permission to use this post as proof of pre-cognition.

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