The dream of sudden airplane catastrophe

Ugh well that dream sure took a sudden turn for the worse. It suddenly went from wandering around a corridor choosing companions for a second playthrough of a video game to HI YOU'RE ON A PLANE THAT JUST TURNED DOWN ABOUT EIGHTY DEGREES AND KEPT ACCELERATING. As I started to freefall in the cabin I screamed. And then there was an abrupt transition and I was awake, with a fire truck siren outside. No adrenaline rush, just very definitely OLAY I'M AWAKE NOW.

I'm really glad I had this dream after flying down to visit my mother, instead of before. Guh.

dream: fragments

existing as a couple of chips hidden in a poster on a wall while hiding from folks who would kill me

eating plates to get mass to break down to repair my broken body (which was some kind of high-tech simulacrum of a human body, the magic wand I would wave if I was going to put that in a story is probably ‘nanobots’)

flying around as a temporary dragon with Vital Resources (but no memory of what they were)

getting a phone call telling me “you need to move NOW” because The Enemy were closing in and trying to make my elderly Asian mother stop asking for explanations and just Go – and then I woke up with a bit of a start.

While I can’t remember the connective tissue of this dream, in general this one had an overall theme of ‘being hunted’. It wasn’t a nightmare or anything; it was more like I was in an action movie or something. It was An Adventure and I remained pretty chill throughout the whole thing.

 

the dream of the Realm of the King

kirby-valhalla-dream

This morning, I dreamed I was reading a book. It was full of gorgeous full-bleed illustrations of techno-mesoamerican-hindu architecture floating in the sky. Everything was rendered in a palette of deep, saturated brown, an intense turquoise, and a golden yellow. It was all supposedly drawn by Jack Kirby, but didn’t have any of his signature handling of black – it was all flat color without lines. Each illustration had a small bit of text laid over it Like a quarter of the page, I think.

Then I was interrupted by a small dark-skinned child, who asked me what I was reading. I started to explain it, then decided to show it to him, but as I flipped through the book all I got were pages full of text. They were in the same colors, with the page in the blue, and the text in the brown, with occasional use of the yellow in bold for emphasis.

It very much felt like a glimpse into Kirby’s version of Vallhalla, to be honest.

Edit. I decided to spend some time drawing that. I kinda got lost in filling in the text instead of drawing the city; I may come back and add more to the city. The composition is straight out of my dream; the text is me basically googling a bunch of Aztec randomness and asking myself “What would Kirby do with these elements?”.

I am not going to start writing this as an illustrated story. I hope.

I will however note that I figure “Ixtab” totally dresses like a superhero. And is ultimately possessed of some sort of reality-bending power that makes the whole story vanish up its own asshole. Seems about right for something I half-remember from a dream.

the dream of trafficking in dragons

I dreamed I came into the possession of several very large crates full of unhappy, enslaved dragons. I had to keep up the pretense while trying to find a way to free them. I did not manage to do this before waking up.

(I don't know when, I just found this in the iPad blog client when I opened it up to do something else.)

the dream of an alternate version of the climax to Decrypting Rita

Last night I went to pole dance class for the first time. It was fun and probably deserves it's own entry. I came home and pretty much just fell right into bed.

And I dreamed.

The earliest bit I remember involved being in an awkward pit behind some stairs. I had to jump – very slowly and driftily – high enough to catch myself at the top and pull myself up onto the stair landing; this was complicated by there being a two-dimensional neon-glowing cobra wandering around. I caught it, threw it into the little pit I'd been in, and clambered out. The stairs looped around strangely, bringing me back where I'd been in short order; I jumped back down into that little pit, stomped the cobra, then wandered off through a hidden passage, talking to the cobra in a suddenly friendly manner.

I can't remember how I got here from there, but after a bit I was in a car with my mother, talking a nighttime drive through a semi-ruralish area. In the sky, I showed her some of my plans for the next bits of Rita: a scene in a kitchen between Rita1 and Carol1. Rita was glowing; the lights went out and she disintegrated into an angular line drawing, as if she was in a vector game, then those lines simplified and broke up and rearranged themselves into a really complicated array of sine waves plotted in slight 3d perspective. The waves overlapped and flowed (and I winced at the shortcuts I'd taken here and there in animating this). Then the waves shifted from a horizontal flow to one going up and to the right, and coalesced into a multicolored line. Every few color changes, a sub-line would branch off briefly, taking a little 45° turn, then another one back to parallel the main line. Some of them went backwards; they all ended after a very short time. But as the line scrolled by, some of the branches started getting longer and longer, growing little sub-branches of their own, splitting and spreading until there was too much to fit in the frame at once. The view scrolled back and forth some, examining the whole width of this design.

I felt like this sequence went on a bit too long, and needed to be cut down before it actually went into the comic. (I have a climax planned that sort of touches on some of the same themes I felt this was abstractly discussing, by the way.)

Then we were at an earlier point in the drive, before I showed off this sequence. Instead of taking a left turn to a long looping detour, we jinked right into a military base, and drove into a tight little tunnel. The car was now a little off-road four-wheeler, and I was hanging on the back; I had to duck my head lest it be brushed against the bright yellow plastic of the tunnel.

We came out into an office and got off the four-wheeler. I was presented with a check I'd given the clerks the last time I'd been here, that hadn't gone through. Probably because I'd signed it “Katie Rice” instead of with my own name. It was also an oversized one of my business cards but that seemed to be perfectly acceptable. So I dug in my bag and found another card – I had to awkwardly tear it off of a set of three, that were I perfectly cut – and wrote a new check for $20 (covering both that bad check and this passage) and handed it over. We were free to proceed.

Which we did on foot, instead of on that vehicle. There were several large rooms, connected by tight little tunnels I could barely get through. Eventually I ended up by myself in a dark, vast arcade, full of huge versions of games. And lots of people wandering around. Nobody was playing the games, the y'all seemed to have places to be. I paused before a reinterpretation of Dig-Dug that had you zooming through space, following chains of fruit bonus pickups at high speed, then diving into giant space gourds full of dirt for what I assume would have been some form of more digging-oriented game play, but I wandered off around that point in the demo.

I wandered to a different part of that room, organized like a bookstore. As I went up and down the aisles, I dug a handful of change out of my right pocket, and started filtering out the quarters. I am pretty sure I ended up with more quarters than I had coins of any kind at first; dream money is weird I guess. I put the quarters in my right pocket, and the other coins in the left, without at all remarking on the fact that I was wearing jeans – something I haven't really done since before I transitioned.

Now that I had quarters, I wanted to go try some of these games. But instead of going directly back, I went through another tight tunnel to an area I'd been in before, I think it was some kind of spa? I can't remember. Whatever it was, the tunnel got tighter, until I had to turn around and start climbing down through its close embrace of loose cloth.

And then suddenly I was awake.

 

I lay there for a bit, deciding if I wanted to get up. And then the ipad beside my bed emitted a gentle chime. I picked it up to see what it wanted me to do. The lock screen merely told me it was 7:00, so I unlocked it, and found myself in the Kindle app looking at “The Oversoul 7 Trilogy”, which I'd been reading the night before. It's a weird book about an “Oversoul” being examined, and having to jump between the various humans it's connected to. Interesting synchronicity.

It turned out the chime was a notification for the now-cancelled appointment for a Comcast tech to poke at my net (it went down yesterday, I made an appointment, then a tech showed up to fix the net for a different apartment in my building, and fixed mine while he was at it). I rolled over and decided to go back too sleep, but couldn't. Eventually I picked up the ipad and started writing this. When I got to the point of writing about it going ding, another notification for the same appointment popped up and went ding again.

I'm never sure if synchronicity happens because some part of my brain is looking for patterns, or if there's something actually there. Who knows.

Anyway, that's the dream I had this morning.

the dream of being a confused old lady simulation

I had a confusing dream that included working on Rita in front of a wide floor-to-ceiling window, leaving my apartment to find myself in some kind of multi-artist studio, and finding myself lost in the crowded space behind the desk of someone who worked in lots of real media and small sculpture.

Then some people found me and brought me back to my place. They started digging in my closets. The woman came out half hidden in a brightly colored bondage sack of some kind; when I unzipped it she was wearing a blue and white harlequin fetish outfit, and may have become rubber. Then the guy spoke softly to me and plugged a thick, multi-strand cable into my right eye.

I woke up with a start, convinced I am actually in some kind of virtual rest home for broken brain dumps.

Then I went back to sleep because it was like 5AM and I didn’t feel like getting out of bed.

I would sort of like to work the blue and white artificial harlequin into Rita but I don’t think I have the room. Oh and also the sequence of Rita I was drawing in the dream was an extended superhero riff, which… no, just no.

Speaking of Rita, once I get out of bed I’m going to make two little tweaks on things the printer caught, and send off what should be the final files for book 2.

the dream of the mysteriously offensive story suggestion

A friend was asking for ideas for a story she was working on. I gave her this: a mysterious warez crew who releases sloppy cracks of gold masters three or four days before said GM actually exists, much less is being legally distributed. They may have been named “The 36” or “The 38” but the name faded as I woke up, I know they were called “The (a two-digit number)”. Anyway, if someone else cracks the same program, all copies of this crew's crack vanish from everything except memory.

When I made this suggestion, my friend's affect went absolutely flat, and she left. I guess she didn't like it. In the waking world, she works at a game studio, so I could understand some distaste for the idea of fictional crackers, but this was kinda weird and over the top.

Anyway. Then I woke up with a male voice in the back of my head whispering “hydro” every few seconds. It shut up the instant I drank some water.

Back to sleep.

Oh, and if you want to steal The Thirty-whatever for a story that needs a vaguely supernatural warez crew, feel free. I've got no use for them. I don't know if data files generated by their cracks vanish along with the programs, decide what works for you.

dream fragments

Dreams of closing doors left open, business-like canine escorts, and not thinking it's right to consider killing a wildcat merely because she's insufficiently beautiful. I was sleeping diagonally on the bed, with my head on the side usually left empty; I can't help but feel like ths is related to my dreams feeling like they were for someone else.

Also I think there was something about lifting up sheets and slipping under them at the end of the dream? I wonder where I went that I had to come back from like that.

I woke up, had to pee. Looked down while dealing with that and realized I had the first spontaneous erection in I don't know how long. It vanished quickly; I'm not sure if it came from dreaming or from needing to pee. I really don't even get piss hard-ons any more. Estrogen is a hell of a drug. Or maybe spiro, I dunno.

I'd gone to bed around nine last night, after my weird inverted Thanksgiving. It's 1:11 now. I'm still tired. Picked up my little guardian T Rex from where she'd been sitting on the bureau; time for Zoya to keep the rest of tonight's dreams safe.

the best bed-wetting dream I have ever had

There is this pattern my dreams take sometimes: I go to pee, and things are Wrong, then I wake up and have to pee really really bad. Well, tonight, I didn’t wake up. And I don’t regret it because holy shit it was the best Wrong Pissing Experience dream ever.

I sat on the toilet and started peeing. And kept peeing, and peeing. I looked down and the toilet was this deep abyss with all these huge multicolored crystals hanging from the inside of the lid and poking up from far down in the cavern inside the bowl. The water was crystal-clear and up to my dangling testicles. I didn’t care, I just kept peeing. Even when a second hole opened up beneath the head of my penis. Well, that was kind of weird and unpleasant because of how the urine jetted out against my balls (probably because at this point I was starting to actually let loose some in reality). But I held a finger over it to try and stop it and kept peeing. As I did I looked closely at my penis and it was this weird flat-headed thing completely unlike a normal human penis. But it was still jetting urine. Mostly I was aiming it at the various crystals and watching them disintegrate. After a bit my penis changed to be this long, thin thing – about the length of two fingers, and thinner than one, yet very stiff – and I had to maneuver it carefully to not touch any of the piss-crystals, because they were kinda prickly. Also because they were crystallized pee, and that’s just icky. But really I didn’t care, I was having the greatest time ever peeing here overall.

There was a brief interlude where I was opening up a storage compartment in a car and taking out a bunch of little red and blue plastic figures – each color was stored in their own compartment, of course – and setting them out to pee on them. Of course. At some point someone described them as incubi and succubi. I don’t know, this is a thing I dreamt and it really didn’t make sense.

I got up and opened the toilet, looking at all the variegated colors of piss-crystals that had resulted from my excretions. Now instead of a toilet it was this huge decorative living room thing, that had stored something that was now thoroughly covered in my pee and the colorful crystals. My mother was kind of angry but I really didn’t give a damn; I was incredibly satisfied for some reason. The whole dream had this deep, animal satisfaction vibe to it that lingered beyond waking up.

For good measure, I started pissing in my mother’s kitchen sink, which was now next to the decorative living room storage unit somehow. And then I woke up in a wet spot. And I was both all “aww, crap”, and all “I don’t care, that was SO IMMENSELY SATISFYING.”

The sheets are in the washing machine, and I’m mildly annoyed at my body doing this the night before I have a con to leave for, but whatever, it’s not like I’m leaving first thing in the morning. I’m sitting by the open window, listening to the occasional car pass by in the rain, and I’m just oddly happy. Like I said at the start: this was the best Wrong Place To Pee dream EVER.