unreachable...?
Oct. 16th, 2004 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944This is what I get after too much espresso and too much Farscape leading up to Peacekeeper Wars tomorrow afternoon. Last night, after a trip to Jitters with Cayla and Julie and Heather who I didn't know until they introduced me to her over pizza and cheesy breadsticks, this happened.
Yeah, I know, I'm weird. Another proof that depression meds give you trippy dreams, and if anyone disputes that fact go ahead, maybe I'm just a unique case.
It's a Christmas party, a huge one in my maternal grandmother's tiny little house in Wausau. People in the hallway bumping into the doorbell chimes and setting them off every minute or so, people in the living room squished in on the squishy couches and chairs, people all around the kitchen table, people running up and down the basement staircase and playing pinball in the cellar. People trying to sleep in every one of the little bedrooms and snooping through the drawers, people in the loft making the ceiling creak for all their walking around up above us... then again everything makes the ceiling creak, it's an old house.
K'sem was there, or her character anyway, apparently chatting and getting to know some female brownrider who I'd never seen before. Telinda was there, somewhere, I think singing Christmas carols in the background. Sorry Tel, that's how it went. :)
And all of a sudden... kerboom. Total dream sequence change. I'm lying in a completely different room that could've been Grandma Lois's basement except the ceiling was ten feet too high and vaulted and there were doorways where there shouldn't have been leading off into... the unknown. And I, despite being able to hear and see everything around me, was quite unconscious. And over and over I hear someone saying "She's unreachable, it's more impossible than bringing Aeryn back and Xhan isn't even here this time. She's unreachable." And somehow I just *know* that Peacekeeper types have taken the better part of my mental capacity, literally stolen it from me, and that what little is left is trapped rattling around inside my brain.
Cue the subsequent telepathic link, indescribable even for me other than a definite second presence and a flood of vaguely amber green light. Yes, I do dream in full color. It ended in the unconscious opening bleary eyes and saying the one thing that came to mind, "Unreachable...?"
And surprise of surprises, though not if I take the conversation I overheard in to context, Stark is standing to the left side of wherever I'm sprawled and I hear him say in that half-crazy, completely endearing way of his, "Not unreachable. Difficult yes, but I found you. I'm here. What was stolen from you will be reclaimed, we will return it to you I promise." Somewhere in there I must have started channeling his character or something because I kept going on and on about Jillina, or experiencing what she had. I was halfway to delirious at that point, of course. (You would be too if you'd had the better part of your higher functions snitched.) And this's where it gets fuzzy.
I'm not sure when, but the third party in the room started muttering in clear disgust at the both of us lunatic types... and this's what leads me to believe the third party was Rigel. At about the same time, Stark started chanting in almost a whisper, and the language was totally alien to me so don't ask me to translate though I wish I could. Whatever he said clearly worked on the half-conscious, clueless mind-stolen me, because even though I kept the ability to see and hear everything that went on around me, my character fell asleep, quickly too. The last thing I heard was Rigel/someone asking "What'd you say to her?"
Then, *then* I woke up.
Quirky, no?
In other news, is SC down? *sniff* if it is.
Yeah, I know, I'm weird. Another proof that depression meds give you trippy dreams, and if anyone disputes that fact go ahead, maybe I'm just a unique case.
It's a Christmas party, a huge one in my maternal grandmother's tiny little house in Wausau. People in the hallway bumping into the doorbell chimes and setting them off every minute or so, people in the living room squished in on the squishy couches and chairs, people all around the kitchen table, people running up and down the basement staircase and playing pinball in the cellar. People trying to sleep in every one of the little bedrooms and snooping through the drawers, people in the loft making the ceiling creak for all their walking around up above us... then again everything makes the ceiling creak, it's an old house.
K'sem was there, or her character anyway, apparently chatting and getting to know some female brownrider who I'd never seen before. Telinda was there, somewhere, I think singing Christmas carols in the background. Sorry Tel, that's how it went. :)
And all of a sudden... kerboom. Total dream sequence change. I'm lying in a completely different room that could've been Grandma Lois's basement except the ceiling was ten feet too high and vaulted and there were doorways where there shouldn't have been leading off into... the unknown. And I, despite being able to hear and see everything around me, was quite unconscious. And over and over I hear someone saying "She's unreachable, it's more impossible than bringing Aeryn back and Xhan isn't even here this time. She's unreachable." And somehow I just *know* that Peacekeeper types have taken the better part of my mental capacity, literally stolen it from me, and that what little is left is trapped rattling around inside my brain.
Cue the subsequent telepathic link, indescribable even for me other than a definite second presence and a flood of vaguely amber green light. Yes, I do dream in full color. It ended in the unconscious opening bleary eyes and saying the one thing that came to mind, "Unreachable...?"
And surprise of surprises, though not if I take the conversation I overheard in to context, Stark is standing to the left side of wherever I'm sprawled and I hear him say in that half-crazy, completely endearing way of his, "Not unreachable. Difficult yes, but I found you. I'm here. What was stolen from you will be reclaimed, we will return it to you I promise." Somewhere in there I must have started channeling his character or something because I kept going on and on about Jillina, or experiencing what she had. I was halfway to delirious at that point, of course. (You would be too if you'd had the better part of your higher functions snitched.) And this's where it gets fuzzy.
I'm not sure when, but the third party in the room started muttering in clear disgust at the both of us lunatic types... and this's what leads me to believe the third party was Rigel. At about the same time, Stark started chanting in almost a whisper, and the language was totally alien to me so don't ask me to translate though I wish I could. Whatever he said clearly worked on the half-conscious, clueless mind-stolen me, because even though I kept the ability to see and hear everything that went on around me, my character fell asleep, quickly too. The last thing I heard was Rigel/someone asking "What'd you say to her?"
Then, *then* I woke up.
Quirky, no?
In other news, is SC down? *sniff* if it is.
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Date: 2004-10-20 09:18 pm (UTC)Okie, there we go.
Anyhow, SC was down because we had a big powercut here - I almost couldn't get my car out of it's snuggly home in the garage because of it, and was as a result almost late to the bellydance festival. When we can afford it, read when I get a job, snort, then we'll probably buy a new UPS cos it doesn't last long. OH well. :)