another meme and a nightmare
Jan. 13th, 2005 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944First, here's the dream.
this was one I had during the little sleep I got last night when I was sleepless in Wisconsin. It started normally enough, everyone was on a bus. I sit down next to this girl called Lorrie. Or Laurie, or Lori. Not sure which, but I know she had spiral-curled red hair that stood up and she was thinner and slightly smaller than I was. sounds kinda like a Laurie I grew up with, only that one was *tiny*. anyway, we sit down, we talk, and the bus speeds all the way to this big theater in the round outdoorsy setting with tiers of terraces cut into the sides f what I swear were cliffs ringing a grassy center and a huge fire pit. And Laurie and I are still sitting near one another, and who turns up but Leya, an old friend I used to live with but haven't seen or heard from in two years at least. And Leya has *shrunk*! RL, she's easily six inches taller than I am and much, much heavier. She can pick me up like a sack of feathers and swing me around and it's nothing at all to her. but she's shrunk, and she's as tall as me and still a little round but a shadow of the old Leya. and her speech has slowed, incredibly. it was always slightly distorted since she was born with a speech impediment, but it's ten times what it was when she tells me, "Turn around. There's Amanda."
I turn around, and I ask "amanda who?" Because Leya's given name is actually Amanda and I think for a second I'll see the taller, wider, larger-than-life Leya standing behind me saluting like always. But it's someone who, in one of those weird dream sequence ways, I *know* is called amanda Dax. No she wasn't carrying a symbiote, just for the record.
I turn back around, and what do I hear. there's been campfire-ish music playing through all this, but that's normal; heck, I was raised around campfires, that's to be expected. but one song ends and the next one begins with a low bass singer starting off and then a whole African-style choir and who's in it but Daniel Jackson! And man could he sing!
that's not the nightmare. this's where the nightmare starts. About halfway through the song, it starts getting a little sinister, then a lot sinister. And suddenly I'm at a computer, on a timer, and I know I'm being tested. and there's a reader because this setup has no screenreader only I'm *hearing* something. And what I'm hearing is the computer's processor working frantically on something. I must have joined the test halfway through because we're already furiously trying to disable this eeeeevil virus that's infected the system. I remember the male voice of the reader saying, "this program will protect your system from... there's a help button." I tell him to click it, and I hear him halfway shriek "It's making it go faster! Eighty percent of your system is infected..." and as he relates that little tidbit of information, I feel something... and it's engulfing me.
computer virus, body virus. The two were interrelated, and horribly so. I could literally feel parts of myself being *covered* by this thing. then I hear the processor whirr and I wake up and I swear I almost screamed and scared the dog.
Dang would that make a heck of a story. but it scared the *beep beep* out of me!
That was the dream, now here's the meme.
this was one I had during the little sleep I got last night when I was sleepless in Wisconsin. It started normally enough, everyone was on a bus. I sit down next to this girl called Lorrie. Or Laurie, or Lori. Not sure which, but I know she had spiral-curled red hair that stood up and she was thinner and slightly smaller than I was. sounds kinda like a Laurie I grew up with, only that one was *tiny*. anyway, we sit down, we talk, and the bus speeds all the way to this big theater in the round outdoorsy setting with tiers of terraces cut into the sides f what I swear were cliffs ringing a grassy center and a huge fire pit. And Laurie and I are still sitting near one another, and who turns up but Leya, an old friend I used to live with but haven't seen or heard from in two years at least. And Leya has *shrunk*! RL, she's easily six inches taller than I am and much, much heavier. She can pick me up like a sack of feathers and swing me around and it's nothing at all to her. but she's shrunk, and she's as tall as me and still a little round but a shadow of the old Leya. and her speech has slowed, incredibly. it was always slightly distorted since she was born with a speech impediment, but it's ten times what it was when she tells me, "Turn around. There's Amanda."
I turn around, and I ask "amanda who?" Because Leya's given name is actually Amanda and I think for a second I'll see the taller, wider, larger-than-life Leya standing behind me saluting like always. But it's someone who, in one of those weird dream sequence ways, I *know* is called amanda Dax. No she wasn't carrying a symbiote, just for the record.
I turn back around, and what do I hear. there's been campfire-ish music playing through all this, but that's normal; heck, I was raised around campfires, that's to be expected. but one song ends and the next one begins with a low bass singer starting off and then a whole African-style choir and who's in it but Daniel Jackson! And man could he sing!
that's not the nightmare. this's where the nightmare starts. About halfway through the song, it starts getting a little sinister, then a lot sinister. And suddenly I'm at a computer, on a timer, and I know I'm being tested. and there's a reader because this setup has no screenreader only I'm *hearing* something. And what I'm hearing is the computer's processor working frantically on something. I must have joined the test halfway through because we're already furiously trying to disable this eeeeevil virus that's infected the system. I remember the male voice of the reader saying, "this program will protect your system from... there's a help button." I tell him to click it, and I hear him halfway shriek "It's making it go faster! Eighty percent of your system is infected..." and as he relates that little tidbit of information, I feel something... and it's engulfing me.
computer virus, body virus. The two were interrelated, and horribly so. I could literally feel parts of myself being *covered* by this thing. then I hear the processor whirr and I wake up and I swear I almost screamed and scared the dog.
Dang would that make a heck of a story. but it scared the *beep beep* out of me!
That was the dream, now here's the meme.
 | You scored as Winter. You are WINTER. You're more introspective, thinking deeply, feeling deeply. You love nothing better than to enjoy one on one time with those who are important to you. You are cautious, and sometimes second guess yourself. Dreams, though you have them, are a luxury, because life is not a plaything.
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