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Dragonmaw PassI had a fun weird dream last night 😀

There was a war going on, and I was the general of one of the sides. I don’t know who we were fighting, or even why. I just knew, my side was the French Horde. I can understand where the Horde came from, as I have been playing a fair amount of Warcraft, but why they were French, I haven’t the slightest idea 😀

Anyway, we had to assault the enemy base, which was on the other end of a large pass. The pass was generally straight, but twisty because of rock outcroppings and other nature things sticking out. Added to that, there were many, many gates in the pass. For the WoW players among us, it was basically a version of the Dragonmaw pass leading to Grim Batol, except straight.

The gates were very, very tall; easily 8-10 meters high. And every gate was swarming with defenders. We couldn’t get too close, because they had archers and would throw all kinds of crap down on us. Boiling oil, pitch, rocks, etc… All the while yelling insults at us, Monty Python and the Holy Grail style.

Fortunately, we had trebuchets, and with the copious amounts of rocky outcroppings we had more than enough ammunition for them. And lucky for us, the gates were wood. So it took us a long time, but we managed to break down the various gates.

Unfortunately, I awoke before we reached the enemy stronghold 🙁

My companion yesterday morning

My companion yesterday morning

Lucy Film PosterFriday I went to see Lucy with Gert and Nienke. It was an interesting film, exploring what might happen if we could use all of our brain at the same time. Even though it starts from the old, flawed, premise that we only use 10% of our brain, it is still entertaining to watch. It has some pacing issues where the first half goes fairly slow, and the second half fairly fast. I would have liked to see it the other way ’round as I found the first half, where Lucy delivers the drugs and ends up with it in her system, less interesting then the second half, where Lucy has figured out what the drugs do to her, and goes about trying to help herself before it kills her. The movie also has Morgan Freeman in it, which is always good.

After, we went to Starbucks and dropped Nienke off at the station.Starbucks

Gert and I then went back to the cinema for Hercules. No deep thoughts necessary for this one, it was pure entertainment. I liked it a lot better than I had previously expected. It was a nice treatment where the myth really is larger than the man. Good to see how his friends help, and helped, him achieve the things he gets hired for, all the while using their tricks to bolster the myth.

The Week in Review: 2012-04

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I’m grateful for dreams, especially if they’re realistic too (albeit on a longer time frame than I would want).

I’m happy with some of the newer TV shows I ‘discovered’ this week. Been having them in the wait list for a while but got around to properly watching it this week. Once Upon a Time is very good, Grimm is pretty good, The Secret Circle is so-so, and Switched at Birth is awesome!

I’m annoyed at the winter that decided to show up after all.

I learned it takes way too long for a shared bank account to become operational.

Some More Dreams

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December 17, 2010

I was in Icecrown (World of Warcraft), standing on a promontory of the citadel, looking out over the chasm in between to another promontory in the distance. Over on that promontory, Eva’s horse Yngvar was running back and forth. There was also a medieval style camp on the other side. The band Omnia, among others, lived there. I knew this, even though I couldn’t see them, and they weren’t there at the moment.

Suddenly I was on the other promontory, because now I was near the camp. The camp was large, and authentic with tents to live in, and people making things, and generally living live. Only exception was an Omnia merchandise stand. No-one seemed to really notice though, all the people just lived around it, as if they didn’t really notice it didn’t match the rest. Maybe they didn’t even see it.

I stood there with a former high school classmate, and we were looking at a stick in the ground. She apparently lived there too, as she was wearing appropriate clothing, including an apron with a huge pocket on it. The pocket was filled with freshly baked bread rolls and balls. She started piling them up along the base of the stick and explained that this was a new religion.

She handed me a half-eaten bread roll from her apron pocket and continued to explain. The point was that one of those rolls would keep you warm and well fed for a whole day. I took a bite, and indeed a warm glow spread through my body as I listened to the sounds around me and looked out at the camp and Yngvar still running back and forth in a paddock behind the camp. Zador was with Yngvar in this paddock, I knew this, but I couldn’t see him either.

 

July 28, 2008

I was outside somewhere with Willow, Xander and Buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Something dramatic had happened leaving Buffy dead, and Xander injured. Willow was angry with Xander, who was lying on a bench apologising. Willow snarled at him that he should have been the one to die, and that he was the vampire and Buffy the hero. Willow put her hands near Buffy’s head and Buffy started glowing. Willow was trying to transfer Buffy’s soul to Xander.

Then a fade to black cut scene and I was inside, in an institution. I was seated on a bench along a wall covered in posters. There was a doctor sitting on a straight backed chair about 3 yards across from me. I wasn’t looking at the doctor, instead just glancing at the side. He wanted me to talk about it. He didn’t specify what that ‘it’ was supposed to be, but I knew he meant the stuff with Buffy, Willow and Xander. I also knew he didn’t believe me, he thought it was just in my head. But I knew it was real.

 

May 4, 2008

I was with a group of people. We had agreed to meet up to make music. There was a guy there who normally played the violin, but today he would play syringe. He looked like he should have been a member of the Dubliners, he was fat, had a big, long beard and wore suspenders over a plaid lumberjack shirt. He’d brought this tiny little syringe,(without needle) and on it was written ‘Rhinoceros Girl’ and ‘Songbird’ or ‘Songbook’. He told me he was a participating musician on that album…

After that we went to make music, except I wasn’t playing anything. And what other instruments there were I couldn’t tell. It was not visible to me, and the music blended together so well I couldn’t identify the individual instruments. The man started moving the syringe and a beautiful moaning sound came out, a combination almost between a violin and an accordion.

 

Weekly Four: week 42

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I’m grateful for having some book gift cards left so I can get me some good books tomorrow.

I’m happy my Glee dvd box is here.

I’m sad because some dreams just won’t happen, and while it’s great fun to indulge the fantasy, facing the reality can make me a bit saddish some times.

I learned I definitely need some new clothes, even the binder is getting too loose…

Elephants

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I had a dream last night/this morning, about elephants 😀

September 5, 2010

I was in my house, standing at the window looking outside at the communal field of grass it’s built around. But it wasn’t the field it’s located at in real life, instead it was the field that was before my maternal Grandmother’s house when she still lived in the same town as I do now.

I knew we had a circus in town for a few days, even though there were no signs or anything nearby. Suddenly two or three elephants appeared and started running around the field. People present, outside and in their houses, started panicking, and there was screaming and running around. I wasn’t afraid, just very fascinated, and I turned away from the window to go get Nienke to come and see.

When I returned, for some reason without Nienke, one of the elephants was sitting down in the middle of the field, under a tree. The tree was the tree that is there in real life, but it’s position was different, as the field was still my Grandmother’s. Around the elephant were a bunch of kids, playing with and around it. The kids all seemed to have come from the nearest history book as they were all dressed in late 19th/early 20th century outfits. They were also playing old school games like jump rope, throwing an old leather ball, hopscotch (although that can’t have been easy on grass…) and playing with old wooden dolls.

I watched this for a while before I slowly woke up.

More Dreams

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Long ones, both of ’em. And also both dreams of the variety with a story line instead of bits and pieces.

March 2001,

I was in the United States, staying with a friend. In the house were also two men who had borrowed a video from someone. They asked me if I wanted to return the video to the man they had borrowed it from. I did so and when I came to the lender’s place, it appeared the man made copies of videos and lent these out. Something was wrong with the tape however and the man gave it back to me to take home again.

Back at my friends place, she and I watched the tape and were shocked as it showed something unexpected, some kind of criminal act. I took a bicycle and went to take the video back to the lender again. I showed him the tape and he was just as shocked as we had been. He took the tape and kept it.

Back home, the two men had found out they’d given me the wrong tape. Somehow, they knew I’d seen it and they came looking for me. I had returned from the lender by now and wanted to check something in the hallway and saw the men there. They were standing in the hallway, holding baseball bats. As they saw me, they came running at me so I fled the house, barefoot, without a coat. I grabbed the bicycle, rode to the lender’s house as fast as I could, and told him my story after which he said he’d help me.

I cycled back for a short while to tell my friend I was leaving and to get my things. After that, I got back to the lender who took me to the airport and bought me a ticket back to the Netherlands. Once I got back to Schiphol, I called my friend and asked her what I should tell my parents. She said I should tell them there had been a death in her family and that they had dropped me off at the airport on their way to the death.

May 2009

I was in a university library, one of those older buildings, with the interior dark and more classic, yet shabby through years of student use. The woodwork, shelves and round tables and such were dark. The chairs at the tables were reasonably comfortable with fabric on the seats, even though that too was old and faded. Some of the chairs had armrests.

I was lying on two of the chairs, covered with a coat, watching one of the tables. Close to me sat a journalist, watching another table. He was writing an article and was following me around for that. At the table I was watching sat two girls. One was crying because of some sort of social drama and fell into the others’ arms for comfort.

After, the journalist and I went looking through the library for more stories for his article. At the same time I was doing this with him, I was also still lying on the chairs. Yay for astral projection?
We saw a boy and a girl in the library, they were close friends.

The journalist and I returned to the library a number of times and we kept running into these two groups. With the two girls there was always major social drama for the one that was crying. The boy and the girl were always just studying and talking.

Suddenly I was walking through the hallways of the university itself, without the journalist. I was also older now, in my forties, and it turned out I was a professor at the university. Then there was a cut scene and I was walking in one of the dorms. I passed an open door and as I looked in, I saw the girl from the boy/girl group.

She was packing her things and was quite obviously devastated. The boy was helping her. All of a sudden I knew exactly what was going on: Her parents were coming to take her home. I didn’t know the exact reason, but it was either because her brother had died, or because there was no more money to let her go to school. (Or possibly it was both reasons)

The two were just packing books in a box when I passed. They were talking about her having to leave. I felt sorry for her, and thought it a shame that she had to go. I’d seen her in the library so many times I felt I knew here, even though she was no student of mine. I went into the room, knelt down with them and started helping. I told her a story about my son when he was in his freshman year, which had been a few years ago. I don’t know what the story was, but it was apparently relevant to her situation.

THEN, major change, I was suddenly bicycling in France…

We were with a group, going through little villages and lovely countryside. Sometimes, there would be traffic lights. Then Conductor Jan (from the orchestra where Nienke used to play) said –and I just heard him, I couldn’t see him– that there were some traffic lights that would blink red and that it meant you could cross. Because, apparently, you often saw people waiting for them to turn green, which it never would. And they would only realise that when someone native to the area came along and crossed.
Jan continued that the same thing applied to a concert. Sometimes there would be breaks, but then you just had to play low tones, that was what the people around here expected. So tomorrow at the concert that was exactly what they should do, keep playing the low tones.
So apparently the orchestra had a concert there, but then what the hell I was doing there… 0.o

I Dreamed a Dream.. Well, Several Really

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I found a pile of papers the other day while I was clearing out the computer desk in preparation of taking it apart next week. The papers turned out to be descriptions of dreams. I’ve had the habit of writing down my dreams if I remember them, but didn’t know it went that far back. I figured I share some of the more amusing ones. I tend to incorporate geek and popular culture in my dreams…

Here’s a recent one, from January 20th this year:

I was on a cruise ship with Emily from Gilmore girls who was my grandmother. We met a charming older man who was flirting with her and sweet talking her and such. But she saw through him, she knew he had taken her key and just wanted to steal her things from her cabin. So she went away to warn the authorities. I didn’t know this.

A while later I was going back to our cabin and when I got in, there he was, stuffing his pockets with grandma’s jewels. I confronted him and just like that he pulled out one of those lady guns and shot me. Hit me square in the chest! But I guess the gun didn’t have a lot of power or something cause it left a good hole but I didn’t fall over or anything. I just stood there going from wound to guy and back going “You shot me!” (à la Dr. McKay in Stargate Atlantis). The thief took advantage of the confusion and ran past me and away.

I decided chasing him was not my priority so I went looking for the doctor’s post. I ran/walked around the ship for half an hour trying to find it without much luck. I came to the restaurant and seating areas and whatnot more but no doctor. Until, eventually I came to this crossing. I twirled around, looking where to go and sort of desperately, (cause it was really starting to hurt now) called out: “Where’s the damn medic!”

Upon which, behind me, someone said: “here.” 😀
So I turned and indeed there it was, yay! So I went in and they chastised me for not just asking a steward or something but running around and making scenes and stuff (which I hadn’t done… not really anyway…).
I got angry and stood in front of them going: “Yeah well, I got shot!” pointing at my shirt. They went all stammering and wide eyed 😀 And then my alarm wouldn’t shut up anymore 🙁

Here’s another one. I didn’t write this down until 2001, 2002 or so, but dreamed it a few years prior. It’s just been one I’ve always remembered.

I was out walking Tessa (the family dog) together with my mom. It was late at night and it was drizzling slightly. Suddenly, we heard a loud noise, like a huge animal. Then we saw a huge pink-and-yellow dragon (built like a T-Rex) moving about scaring people. We ran into a house that had long high hallways and high narrow windows. Kinda like an old mansion type. We ran through these hallways for a while before emerging outside again. Mom and Tessa then went back home while I went out to look for the dragon.

I soon found it and somehow managed to get onto its foot as it slowly but deliberately moved through the streets. There, I was shocked to discover seams. A bit of prodding opened a small hatch revealing electronics inside the dragon, it was fake. I fiddled with the wires and some buttons and managed to shut the dragon down.

This whole dream was rather elaborate but more of the details have been lost over time.

Later more 😀