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crystal_sun396Dream: Big fuzzy white monster, random Animorph cameo, get myself eaten for the greater good.
Took place at home-home, with a slightly different structure (elements of Lil and Jonah's houses). Some monster that looks a bit like the abominable snowman from Monster Inc. (I come to this conclusion post-waking) is lurching around causing destruction and we are trying to contain it. We = I don't know, some kind of team-of-heroes situation. Also some adults that I ought to know or even family members. For a while, they are the Animorphs.
I try to explain to mom that there is a giant people-eating monster in our house, but she doesn't believe me until she sees it lumbering past, chasing after Marco. Everyone's taking turns distracting it, like keep-away, because apparently this thing has no attention span at all.
Jake: Don't get too close, it'll suck you right in!
Rachel: Wouldn't it take a while to chew through one of us? (this made sense at the time)
Jake: No way. Did you see how it ate that subway? [sandwich]
Marco: Subway was frickin' huge!
And now I have a pseudo-memory of seeing it eat the subway, and yes, the subway was huge. Two feet tall and more than a foot long and... it just, uh, *slurp* and gone. This subway sandwich, by the way, I think was part of a class project and a holdover from a previous nightmare.
Everything is chaotic, and it's hard to keep track of where everyone is, although I think they're all evacuating to a station wagon in front of my house. My uncles are out there and so are my cousins. Mom is still inside. As am I. As is the monster. I run upstairs and look out a window to make sure the car is there and that people are clearing out.
My priorities are: Protect mom. Protect the... sietch. OTL
It's trying to stalk mom downstairs, so I tell her she needs to get out and join the others, but first we need to lure it up the stairs. Mom morphs Chihuahua ( a;slkjdf;l ) and it follows her to the landing in the middle of the stairs (my current house doesn't even HAVE a landing - it just goes up). The monster is scarily close to her so I start yelling my fool head off and jumping up and down, waving my arms, all of that, and it heads toward me. Maybe because I'm much bigger than a Chihuahua, and probably because it's not very bright.
I yell for mom to run out now; I don't remember if I say I'll be coming with her. She trusts me to have a plan. And I do. I have a plan to get her out of there. Not much beyond that, and I take a moment to reflect on this and on the fact that the master bedroom has no weapons at all and that I should have gone towards my room where at the very least there is a large hammer. The monster isn't that slow. It's just trying to stalk me instead of charging. While it is huge and white and furry and... stupid.
The plan is now to cause it as much damage as possible so that maybe when my team is up against this thing again (in the next episode, presumably), they'll have that advantage. Like Odysseus and the Cyclops. I'm very disappointed to know that I can't do more than this, and that my death can only serve to give everyone else the chance to get away and regroup, come back stronger. The point is to be as troublesome as possible for as long as possible, regardless of damage or how mad I make the opponent, because the end is inevitable, and pain is a given. Randomly, this is one of my stock SSB strategies while in team battle. I'm very good at it. In the dream, I'm panicking and I can't think of enough ways to prolong the encounter. I don't start crying until I see from the window that someone's scooped up mom.
I try to move us away from the window so the people outside (who were Fremen, now) don't have to see this, but I also decide to let myself scream as much as I please. This is actually a decision of my dream-self, who I now find to be thoughtful in the wrong ways, even while appropriately scared. I do want to live; I just can't see a way I can do that while sticking to my preset priorities. If, at this point, I've reconsidered the whole dying thing, it's too late anyway. Jumping out the window would do me no good and everyone else a lot of harm.
More creepy decisions. To buy time, I decide to sacrifice my left arm first. Because, you know, I might need my legs to run if I get the chance (and figure out a way to do this without leading it out of the house), and my right arm is more useful for wielding something damaging, like a pen. I figure I'll go for its eyes, that kind of thing. I can very easily picture it devouring my arm: *slurp* and gone. I don't think it actually does eat it before I wake up, or if it actually eats my right hand before I stab its eyes out like I was afraid it might.
Now awake, I HOPE there was a last ditch rescue mission by the team, but I don't know. And in interpreting it... I see parallels to my Physics Exam today? The fear and resignation, anyway. I went to sleep worrying about it. In spite of all my studying/cramming/flailing, I was pretty resigned to not doing well by the end. The fatigue end of the stress curve.
On a happier note: Gah, cutest sandworm ever!. ... It's more of an earthworm, actually. But it's still cute.
I can start focusing on my finals and final projects now! Or I can as soon as my next class is over. as;dlkfj;lkjasf I am sure that I am a failure as a student. I want my cousin. :<
Took place at home-home, with a slightly different structure (elements of Lil and Jonah's houses). Some monster that looks a bit like the abominable snowman from Monster Inc. (I come to this conclusion post-waking) is lurching around causing destruction and we are trying to contain it. We = I don't know, some kind of team-of-heroes situation. Also some adults that I ought to know or even family members. For a while, they are the Animorphs.
I try to explain to mom that there is a giant people-eating monster in our house, but she doesn't believe me until she sees it lumbering past, chasing after Marco. Everyone's taking turns distracting it, like keep-away, because apparently this thing has no attention span at all.
Jake: Don't get too close, it'll suck you right in!
Rachel: Wouldn't it take a while to chew through one of us? (this made sense at the time)
Jake: No way. Did you see how it ate that subway? [sandwich]
Marco: Subway was frickin' huge!
And now I have a pseudo-memory of seeing it eat the subway, and yes, the subway was huge. Two feet tall and more than a foot long and... it just, uh, *slurp* and gone. This subway sandwich, by the way, I think was part of a class project and a holdover from a previous nightmare.
Everything is chaotic, and it's hard to keep track of where everyone is, although I think they're all evacuating to a station wagon in front of my house. My uncles are out there and so are my cousins. Mom is still inside. As am I. As is the monster. I run upstairs and look out a window to make sure the car is there and that people are clearing out.
My priorities are: Protect mom. Protect the... sietch. OTL
It's trying to stalk mom downstairs, so I tell her she needs to get out and join the others, but first we need to lure it up the stairs. Mom morphs Chihuahua ( a;slkjdf;l ) and it follows her to the landing in the middle of the stairs (my current house doesn't even HAVE a landing - it just goes up). The monster is scarily close to her so I start yelling my fool head off and jumping up and down, waving my arms, all of that, and it heads toward me. Maybe because I'm much bigger than a Chihuahua, and probably because it's not very bright.
I yell for mom to run out now; I don't remember if I say I'll be coming with her. She trusts me to have a plan. And I do. I have a plan to get her out of there. Not much beyond that, and I take a moment to reflect on this and on the fact that the master bedroom has no weapons at all and that I should have gone towards my room where at the very least there is a large hammer. The monster isn't that slow. It's just trying to stalk me instead of charging. While it is huge and white and furry and... stupid.
The plan is now to cause it as much damage as possible so that maybe when my team is up against this thing again (in the next episode, presumably), they'll have that advantage. Like Odysseus and the Cyclops. I'm very disappointed to know that I can't do more than this, and that my death can only serve to give everyone else the chance to get away and regroup, come back stronger. The point is to be as troublesome as possible for as long as possible, regardless of damage or how mad I make the opponent, because the end is inevitable, and pain is a given. Randomly, this is one of my stock SSB strategies while in team battle. I'm very good at it. In the dream, I'm panicking and I can't think of enough ways to prolong the encounter. I don't start crying until I see from the window that someone's scooped up mom.
I try to move us away from the window so the people outside (who were Fremen, now) don't have to see this, but I also decide to let myself scream as much as I please. This is actually a decision of my dream-self, who I now find to be thoughtful in the wrong ways, even while appropriately scared. I do want to live; I just can't see a way I can do that while sticking to my preset priorities. If, at this point, I've reconsidered the whole dying thing, it's too late anyway. Jumping out the window would do me no good and everyone else a lot of harm.
More creepy decisions. To buy time, I decide to sacrifice my left arm first. Because, you know, I might need my legs to run if I get the chance (and figure out a way to do this without leading it out of the house), and my right arm is more useful for wielding something damaging, like a pen. I figure I'll go for its eyes, that kind of thing. I can very easily picture it devouring my arm: *slurp* and gone. I don't think it actually does eat it before I wake up, or if it actually eats my right hand before I stab its eyes out like I was afraid it might.
Now awake, I HOPE there was a last ditch rescue mission by the team, but I don't know. And in interpreting it... I see parallels to my Physics Exam today? The fear and resignation, anyway. I went to sleep worrying about it. In spite of all my studying/cramming/flailing, I was pretty resigned to not doing well by the end. The fatigue end of the stress curve.
On a happier note: Gah, cutest sandworm ever!. ... It's more of an earthworm, actually. But it's still cute.
I can start focusing on my finals and final projects now! Or I can as soon as my next class is over. as;dlkfj;lkjasf I am sure that I am a failure as a student. I want my cousin. :<
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Date: 2009-12-14 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-15 02:36 am (UTC)It is a man's natural and inalienable right to defend his own life(, freedom, property, ...limbs?). By some schools of thought, anyway. We're on Hobbes and Locke. So I'm not sure how ethical it was to get myself eaten in the first place.
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Date: 2009-12-16 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 08:21 am (UTC)