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chanter1944Then what the *heck* gave me this freaky nightmare? Ack! Ack! *tells*
By the way: beware all, what just woke me up with cold chills and confusion gets a bit spammy. Read what's behind yon cut tag at the risk of being spammified, not to mention seeing some horrible crossovers from series to series. I'm not really this sloppy connecting elements, I swear. :) This was just drawn that way.
This is your theory on wormholes... *squishes*. OK, Farscape spoofing over, that doesn't enter in here but it was just *too* good to pass up.
I don't honestly remember where this started out, which is probably all the better since I'm able to dodge all that foreshadowing, sinister evil creeping along the floor stuff. Wait, that's a *good* thing? Either way, this one cut right to the in-your-face evil. And may I say right here and now the only thing that comes to mind at the image of getting hit in the face with a nice juicy piece of evil: Eew.
I'm going to cast a teleport spell, which on the mud I twiddle around on is a mid-level mage spell that's entirely random... they need a teleport spell where you can transfer to a specific target room, yeesh! So I cast it, and where does Tali (my char, that I'm of course playing the part of at least for the moment) end up? In a room with aggressive mage guards two or three strong, clearly higher level than Tali is and blasting her with electricity-based spells up the zoom. Somehow, through the haze of electric blue lightning bolts and the similar glow from the guards' armor, I know that this is the tower of a castle, and that there's a door open south of me. So I do the only logical thing I can think of, as my fight or flight instincts kick in.
"You flee from combat!"
I end up in a tower alright, a tiny little room--think the walking space in the crown of the statue of liberty, and trust me it's not very roomy up there, I've been--and oddly enough there's a slightly raised, slightly rounded and equally electric blue ledge standing out against the otherwise glossy wood floor. I swear the floors up there resembled a stage, even though this was sure no theater! And for some reason I do the silly thing and crawl out onto said ledge...
"The ledge crumbles beneath you. As the wood splinters and the stone gives way you find yourself falling..."
And seconds later...
"Falling through the air... Crash! You hit the ground below! You have been killed!" 0hp0m14mv
"The gods grant you a new lease on life."
OK, so that sucked. Nothing too horrific, right? I mean seriously, quite a few of my friends have confessed to dreaming in text before, and I'm no exception.
But this one gets worse.
Way worse, actually. The sequence resets. Very similar in this regard to a holodeck program a la Voyager resetting when the proverbial game over's come up. And I'm casting my teleport spell again, and it's landing me in that dang tower with those dang aggressive guard types again argh! So the same routine follows... fire a few cleric-type spells, panic, flee the heck out of there and end up in that tiny crawl space of a next room with that same electric blue ledge--crawl, crunch, and Tali's falling through the air again. Ick.
At this point I'm trying desperately to recall. "Recall... recall... recall... dang it! Recall already you piece of stone-aged junk!" And somehow or other it works, though not quite the way I intended it to. I somehow know, in that eerie way dreams have of letting you in on vital details, that my recall command has sent me shifting through time and space. Oh great, so not only am I an inch from death courtesy of being blasted by countless lightning-based spells and scared out of my few remaining wits from the second fall off a crumbling ledge within five minutes, but I've somehow opened a portal and am spinning through lightless emptiness. Fuuuuun. :/
And as I'm falling, and this's where it gets to the iffy crossover series bits, I can hear myself calling someone's name. I'll note for inane factoids' sake here that my voice is hoarse, whisper-weak and over all sounds really *terrible*. But why, other than my having watched an episode of TNG earlier today, why in the world was it Geordi's name I was calling?
*cough*. Don't answer that. My blush probably speaks for itself. Oops!
So anyway I don't hit the ground. I wake up, presumably, sprawled under the stars on what looks at first glance to be an inhabited but undeveloped planet. The constellations place me somewhere distant from earth but still within the range any self-respecting starship could fly. I must be traveling with an away team, because several other crew members are there... Troi I think was, Wesley, and Geordi who must've heard me talking in my sleep because he's at my side asking what in the world is the matter and strangely enough calling me Tasha. And that's *not* who I was playing! Tasha I knew to be dead at the time this was taking place. That one might stem from something I was writing before I went to bed, where Tayari, a female alien name, translated from her native language to Tasha in Earth standard. But it had absolutely nothing to do with the security chief. Weirdity.
That would've been all, but of course then I wake up for real. And I don't know where the heck I am! I'm like... *blink* *blink* wait a second, am I at home? Where'd the headboard of the bed go? And there's supposed to be a wall on that side, and the acoustics in here are tweaked out to infinity *wrong* and why don't I hear my sisters in the hall? One of them is going to come barging in here any minute now, slam open my door, turn on both lights and jump on my bed and go "Charlieeeeee! Wake up!"
Time passes. No sister. No lights blaring in my face, no wall materializing where there isn't one. Just me, freezing flipping cold, slowly realizing that hey wait a second, I'm in college. Duuuuh you ding-dong. But it's still pitch black... lightless emptiness, again. And I'm achy and cramped from lying in one position and not daring to move, so that stinks. I finally get up, mull over what I remember of the dream... there were other especially sordid bits that I'm not posting here for the sake of the eew! factor... and proceed to get a major case of the creepy crawlie creeples! Blah!
So now I'm up. And if what I think happened actually *did* happen and the name I called was actually me talking in my sleep for real too, with my window closed and my door closed I highly doubt if the sound carried. Still, I haven't done that in *years*!
Ugh. Note to self: if depression meds give you trippy dreams, depression meds, TNG and too much frapuccino must give you nightmares. Or something like that.
OK, now I'm going to class. At least it'll take my mind off this. And everyone can feel free to think I'm majorly weirder than weird now. I sure do. :)
By the way: beware all, what just woke me up with cold chills and confusion gets a bit spammy. Read what's behind yon cut tag at the risk of being spammified, not to mention seeing some horrible crossovers from series to series. I'm not really this sloppy connecting elements, I swear. :) This was just drawn that way.
This is your theory on wormholes... *squishes*. OK, Farscape spoofing over, that doesn't enter in here but it was just *too* good to pass up.
I don't honestly remember where this started out, which is probably all the better since I'm able to dodge all that foreshadowing, sinister evil creeping along the floor stuff. Wait, that's a *good* thing? Either way, this one cut right to the in-your-face evil. And may I say right here and now the only thing that comes to mind at the image of getting hit in the face with a nice juicy piece of evil: Eew.
I'm going to cast a teleport spell, which on the mud I twiddle around on is a mid-level mage spell that's entirely random... they need a teleport spell where you can transfer to a specific target room, yeesh! So I cast it, and where does Tali (my char, that I'm of course playing the part of at least for the moment) end up? In a room with aggressive mage guards two or three strong, clearly higher level than Tali is and blasting her with electricity-based spells up the zoom. Somehow, through the haze of electric blue lightning bolts and the similar glow from the guards' armor, I know that this is the tower of a castle, and that there's a door open south of me. So I do the only logical thing I can think of, as my fight or flight instincts kick in.
"You flee from combat!"
I end up in a tower alright, a tiny little room--think the walking space in the crown of the statue of liberty, and trust me it's not very roomy up there, I've been--and oddly enough there's a slightly raised, slightly rounded and equally electric blue ledge standing out against the otherwise glossy wood floor. I swear the floors up there resembled a stage, even though this was sure no theater! And for some reason I do the silly thing and crawl out onto said ledge...
"The ledge crumbles beneath you. As the wood splinters and the stone gives way you find yourself falling..."
And seconds later...
"Falling through the air... Crash! You hit the ground below! You have been killed!" 0hp0m14mv
"The gods grant you a new lease on life."
OK, so that sucked. Nothing too horrific, right? I mean seriously, quite a few of my friends have confessed to dreaming in text before, and I'm no exception.
But this one gets worse.
Way worse, actually. The sequence resets. Very similar in this regard to a holodeck program a la Voyager resetting when the proverbial game over's come up. And I'm casting my teleport spell again, and it's landing me in that dang tower with those dang aggressive guard types again argh! So the same routine follows... fire a few cleric-type spells, panic, flee the heck out of there and end up in that tiny crawl space of a next room with that same electric blue ledge--crawl, crunch, and Tali's falling through the air again. Ick.
At this point I'm trying desperately to recall. "Recall... recall... recall... dang it! Recall already you piece of stone-aged junk!" And somehow or other it works, though not quite the way I intended it to. I somehow know, in that eerie way dreams have of letting you in on vital details, that my recall command has sent me shifting through time and space. Oh great, so not only am I an inch from death courtesy of being blasted by countless lightning-based spells and scared out of my few remaining wits from the second fall off a crumbling ledge within five minutes, but I've somehow opened a portal and am spinning through lightless emptiness. Fuuuuun. :/
And as I'm falling, and this's where it gets to the iffy crossover series bits, I can hear myself calling someone's name. I'll note for inane factoids' sake here that my voice is hoarse, whisper-weak and over all sounds really *terrible*. But why, other than my having watched an episode of TNG earlier today, why in the world was it Geordi's name I was calling?
*cough*. Don't answer that. My blush probably speaks for itself. Oops!
So anyway I don't hit the ground. I wake up, presumably, sprawled under the stars on what looks at first glance to be an inhabited but undeveloped planet. The constellations place me somewhere distant from earth but still within the range any self-respecting starship could fly. I must be traveling with an away team, because several other crew members are there... Troi I think was, Wesley, and Geordi who must've heard me talking in my sleep because he's at my side asking what in the world is the matter and strangely enough calling me Tasha. And that's *not* who I was playing! Tasha I knew to be dead at the time this was taking place. That one might stem from something I was writing before I went to bed, where Tayari, a female alien name, translated from her native language to Tasha in Earth standard. But it had absolutely nothing to do with the security chief. Weirdity.
That would've been all, but of course then I wake up for real. And I don't know where the heck I am! I'm like... *blink* *blink* wait a second, am I at home? Where'd the headboard of the bed go? And there's supposed to be a wall on that side, and the acoustics in here are tweaked out to infinity *wrong* and why don't I hear my sisters in the hall? One of them is going to come barging in here any minute now, slam open my door, turn on both lights and jump on my bed and go "Charlieeeeee! Wake up!"
Time passes. No sister. No lights blaring in my face, no wall materializing where there isn't one. Just me, freezing flipping cold, slowly realizing that hey wait a second, I'm in college. Duuuuh you ding-dong. But it's still pitch black... lightless emptiness, again. And I'm achy and cramped from lying in one position and not daring to move, so that stinks. I finally get up, mull over what I remember of the dream... there were other especially sordid bits that I'm not posting here for the sake of the eew! factor... and proceed to get a major case of the creepy crawlie creeples! Blah!
So now I'm up. And if what I think happened actually *did* happen and the name I called was actually me talking in my sleep for real too, with my window closed and my door closed I highly doubt if the sound carried. Still, I haven't done that in *years*!
Ugh. Note to self: if depression meds give you trippy dreams, depression meds, TNG and too much frapuccino must give you nightmares. Or something like that.
OK, now I'm going to class. At least it'll take my mind off this. And everyone can feel free to think I'm majorly weirder than weird now. I sure do. :)
