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Dream 6-9-10: The Master RETURNS

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , on June 9, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 6-9-10

It has been awhile since I had dreamed of The Master from Doctor Who, most notably the John Simm version (of hottness). So I was pleasantly surprised to reignite old-lusts that came to light in my subconscious by having a very epic, long dream.

It began at my grandma’s house. She had some guests over and I think I talking to a half-real version of my DW-friend. One of the guests was none other than the Master himself, blonde in his black suit and tie! I proceeded to express my discomforting fear that I hoped he would not act like what he did in the old RP’s I used to do, aloud. He kept watching me, looking about wherever I went in the house. Finally I couldn’t take it and thought he wouldn’t be interested in me, which frankly was a good thing. I escaped through the sliding door while he was at the otherside of the house and started to flap my way over the fence and through grandma’s neighbor’s yard. Out I went to the streets, feeling better now that I was heading away and into the depths of her suburb, which had warped into a carnival town.

So there I was, all these buildings I was flapping and flying slowly above the concrete. Beyond was the rides, beyond the fence with clown pictures. I dared not to go there, so I turned around. I noted that I was glad he didn’t follow me. So there I was, flying, and I went past a farmer’s fruit stand. There was a guy who asked how much I thought those ‘squash’ which were in fact creamy-orange pumpkins were. I replied 8 dimes, so he gave me 12 and told me to help me get them. As we walked towards them *we were up the air at a distance looking down* I began to realize he wanted help shoplifting them! I passed the money back from my palm to him and left, going to my left.

To my left I went, passing the school secretaries as I went through a building. It was deja vu again, from a dream I had where I was in an art museum. I leapt over the gallery-inside balcony to the ground, giving an old lady a puzzled look as I went. I past a theatre where there was a show about to start, something Italian and puppet-like I went past the ticket takers and to the outside, I had gone round in a circle!

Now to my left was a bed where people were sleeping. A robot-thing was there resting its head on a dark-haired middle aged lady’s, while our school secretaries slept on a sofa. I entered into the robot’s dream point of view which was a blur of ‘this’ reality and theres, and apparently it was war-robot and then it started to peck and drill the dream-air. That dream ended when I went back to my body for the secretaries to wake up and find the robot’s nose was a drill and it killed the lady, blood and liquid brains out of her head. It was not fun.

So I flew away, away towards grandma’s house when I past a lake. unfortunately the Master DID have a reason to get at me, for there was a GIANT naked John Simm lounging on his side in the water in the exhibit ‘All About John Simm’, while fangirls spectator and watched. Behind him in distance was the real Master swimming naked in a sectioned-off pool where ‘John Simm Fucks You In Water’, and he wouldn’t let any of the drooling women into the pool. He intended it for me, a very undeserving young lady.

Loud speakers form a hot air balloon in the clear blue sky taunted and laughed at me. The giant naked Simm threw a cheese cracker at my thigh making me fall into THE POOL WITH JOHN SIMM. I began to flail and scream.

The End.

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Dream 5-2-10: Being the Knave of Hearts

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 5-2-10

I haven’t done a dream journal in ages, and its not like nobody’s been avidly reading them. Time for a new entry, I guess

This time I was in and out of the POV of Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland character The Knave of Hearts, aka Ilosovic Stayne. Before you judge me, know that after a year suffering through the popular teenager-girl fandoms that have not interested me at all (Twilight, Naruto, Bleach, Vampire Kisses, House of Night, etc.) I finally got a franchise that I actually enjoy and squeal about immaturely like the fangirl that I’ve always wanted to be. My maturity on this cash-cow film has been thrown out the window.

So, the whole land of Underland was my grandma’s suburb. There I was, in the head of some GIjoe dude and the army watching and patrolling as our ever dashing tall villain Knave of Hearts was on his horse, parading around trying not to be suspicious. Then I saw the Knave go into our white minivan and turn into some sleezy cartoon version of himself. Out popped a life-size version of Berkely Beetle, a weasily character from Don Bluth’s Thumbelina that I saw as a kid. Don’t ask me why he was there, for then they were talking nonsense and the beetle-man disappeared.

I was then in the Knave’s point of view as that character. The suburb turned into our own street right when the Queen of Hearts appeared demanding the Jabberwocky be let loose. So, I headed out, leaving the GIJoes behind as I made my way down the street. In the movie its unclear where the dragon’s located, so frankly I had barely a clue where to go, so I went with the flow. Eventually on the way down the street I was on my horse again, and the police car following me stopped.

The end of the street was deja vu. From a previous dream *the cat one* the park beyond our dead-end fence was a giant secluded lake, but it was still being worked on. A half-finished giant pink vicious rabbit statue was in the middle of the water. Regardless of that the bank was flooded, and I knew something was living in the puddle. To the left was the brown house, this time with workers working on it. To the right right up next to the edge of the street was a row of small houses. The story was, there was a hardworking mother who lives there but she’s old and can only sleep or eat beans. Her children she didn’t raise hardworking and they left her there, lazy-asses as they were. What did that story in the dream have to do with anything? The fact the Knave who patrols these ‘lands’ knows his subjects?

In any case hte Queen and an entarouge arrived, and she said some magic words and wiggled her hands. The Jabberwocky appeared from the lake, to do havoc.

I then woke up, strangely at 6 in the morning and hour and a half before I would normally wake up.

Dream 3-3-10: Surviving a nuclear bomb.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , on March 3, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 3-3-10

Once upon a time, up north in the forest, there was I, a group of people, the Inglorious Basterds and Brad Pitt in his role.

However today was not a good day for this fellowship. Three nuclear bombs are scheduled to go off at three different locations. The third is the most powerful.

Therefore for the first one I ran down the road, away from the main place *the sandy pine forest by a lake on a slopping hill* and went to the shelter of a house. The bomb went off far away, so I was safe. Then I went back, something about my mother accompanying me…anyways that didn’t last long, and I went up the hill deep into the forest with the rest of the Basterds. There was a clearing with bombshelters all around, so I went into one which was a scoop-dome of dirt I pulled over, the lid good and tight.
I waited as the KABOOM was made, the bomb set off far away as the wind rushed around the shelter. I crawled out with the help of Brad Pitt. Now, to prepare for the third one.

We went around the trees, gathering up and making sure everything was okay when suddenly it was revealed the big bomb was to be RIGHT IN THE CLEARING.

Right away we ran to our previous shelters, holding tight….and then it hit. It hit so hard I was in panic if it could get through my lid-shelter. I huddled in there with only water provisions and some food. I stayed there for days…weeks….I was tired, sore, enduring the massacre of wind and radition that turned trees and dirt into orangish poisonous sludge and sand. I had to check outside occasionally by peeking out, risking radiation to damage my eyes. I felt suffering and fear very strongly in this dream. I waited…and waited…and waited…

Finally the destruction was gone and I was pulled out. I was weak and trembling as the Basterds and a wagon train went up the hill. I was feeling very special, as if I was supremely important. However as I walked along in my simple outfit there was Frodo and Samwise! I went to follow them…and then, a large man, pale with a disgusting evil face and hat and black feathers all over appeared. I ran from him with the hobbits into a church, where I thought to be safe.

However it was not to be. The church was from another dream I had a while ago which was filled with Labyrinth-LOTR style goblins and orcs! We went to go back outside but was stopped by the goblins flooding in, blacking the exit. The meantime I was having out of body experiences from being a separate person watching myself *with black hair and completely different hairstyle* go up on a pile of chairs to being in my body. The monsterous person was at a podium announcing my capture to Sauron. The look of him…was terrifying….he was just…evil….so f*cking evil, I felt just as bad as when I was hiding in a bomb shelter alone earlier.

Well, I had enough of this deja-vu goblin-church and ran right out the asile to a door on the side. It led outside to a back scrubland areas, where the grass was tall and drying like the end of summer.

The air was warm, these long patches of praireland intercepted by bushy scrubby tree places and small wetland areas. I ran fast and hard along these ‘deer’ paths, but I soon realized they were caused by marching patrol of orcs. Indeed I looked behind me to see them running along after me a ways away, along with the pale man who turned into a human version of Christopher Walken with giant black sunglasses and longer hair. You bet I kept running!

I ran and ran along under trees, through twisting paths, till I found an expansive highway with a shopping center. I made my way over the red bridge of a pond to a cinema place, with Walken the only one following me, not far behind.  I went in through a window, begging for help, running along the blue-and-yellow corridors. They didn’t even ask for my ticket. Walken was not far behind.

I kept running and going up and down stairs and elevators of the place. The second floor was an art museum. Every person Walken talked to, turned into a spy for him: they each has something odd about them. Especially this one lady with giant red glasses and a big huge ginger afro: part of it turned into braids. I knew she was now possessed.

I ran out of the window to head to a green shopping plaza.

And then I woke up.

Dream 2-27-10: Running through a market from a snidley Whiplash

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , on February 27, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 2-27-20

Once more I have long vivid dreams, tis a trend coming forth. Backstory: yesterday I watched Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with my mother, a classic childhood movie of mine, if a bit dark by todays standards. Oh how I LOVE it! And then, came forth a spy character in the movie…freaky and funny. Those who know the movie would probalby know what I’m talki8ng about: the two bumbling spies sent from Bomburst’s ship to shore to try to steal the car.

Well, my dream had begun. The details are fuzzy at the beginning, but I knew I was running from something. Well, that something was a blonde long hair man with curly-wavy hair. I was in a clearing, running, and realizied I was in a big warehouse he had constructed with obstacle blocks and walls and trees on the edges. I tried to climb a tree because Leatherface was there! And so was alot of zombie people, mostly middle aged persons with glasses trying to stab me with blunt thick clyndrical objects. I kept running around, hyperventilating as I ran. I then saw a door and broke through th glass…to behold a market scene.

It was downhill, four different patches of wares arraigned like in a flower nursery under a tent cloth cieling. I then found that the blonde man turned into the snidly spie, who very much would like to do bad things to me. I was skipping around the people on the closely-packed tables of doo-dads, food and wares. He was following me around, and I kept going in the zig-zag circles around till I would leap down the next level to the slightly different market. This would repeat three more times until the last two markets were smaller, basically one market spot. Beyond was a beach to the sea.

I had just thought to make it over the bench to the beach, but the spy had caught me, in a very uncompromising position. I screamed.

I woke up halfway at this point, and then tried to continue the dream onward. Onward it did, into the fact our garage had a secret upper level which was a theatre! I was back into an old dream again, but this time, different. I went up the steps with the spider webs to the secret attic which was the balcony of the theatre, wandering around the musty old place’s hallways and such while my dad was around. I tried to avoid him, for I was in fact half-naked for some reason. He was showing around a guy in a blue and white plaid shirt with glass. From what I was doing I was in fact hiding from suspicious persons including the spy.

As I went around the theatre auditorium people were filling in it, and I went from the balcony to the floor looking up. I then went into the main floor where there was a long, dimly lit hallways with paintings, and I was in a green-black evening dress while my sister was running around me. Well, lo and behold the spy was there, but even more sinister..mixed with the Child Catcher.

Oh God NO.

Oh GOD no....

Believe me, its not that funny. I was running around feeling helpless while this fiendish hatted person was chasing me around, and then I last remembered being outside by a shed with gray steel walls…

Dream 2-26-10: Hetalia?

Posted in Dreams, Manga and Anime reviews with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2010 by Sahkmet

hetDream 2-26-10.

 

Those that know me know I don’t have a fondness for the manga and anime Hetalia. I am not a Japanese nutbar, so I don’t fully understand the Japanese view of other cultural world powers…and I don’t particularly like how they seem to ignore the Holocaust. Not good. Genocide does not compute in such an entertainment to me, and that’s my opinion.

So when I was dreaming, I had altered a Hetalia-like world. There I was walking to a strange place *too abstract to describe* after crawling in from a computer screen…to see little Nazi anime characters playing around while a helmet-ed Hitler with anime eyes was playing with toy airplanes going ‘vroom vroom!’ I skirted around the group, knowing they are dangerous, to around the…the main orange computer-console thing?

The group took a group picture, where by the sides I took some photos myself. Un-eager to get caught I revisited a warped version of a place I went to before in a dream once: a hallway, red, with…gosh, how do I describe it? the water of the sea was in fact red carpet. The hallway in fact was more like a deep-set highway *keep in mind a black ceiling and low light from the end, which was an altar with a red tree with giant long red fruit* and the side of the walls, my right, were apartments with black and purple walls with balconies. I soon became another person: The country Bavaria  wearing a brown coat and blondish bobbed hair, on a secret mission to Russia *the tree-altar*. I dodged from the balconies hoping I wasn’t followed, and fell into the sea to hold a young cute anime boy named ‘Prussia’, with similar hair but white-blond. I went behind the tree of ‘Russia’ hearing his gruff tones of blabbering gibberish and how he is the most underestimated badass world power of them all.

It was mostly blank, I do not remember. My next point of memory was running into a supermarket. I was in the attempt to find ‘Prussia’ who I lost before the Nazis found me. as I went into the store the owner was a snitch, and I ran into the heating ducts through the store. I went to the far right of the grocery story heating ducts, and turned at the corner facing down the right again the exit. Well, the Nazi’s were piling in! I went back the way I came to know more and more were after me.

I crawled out, now that the Nazis were in the heating ducts, and went out the back door. I was running through the streets, passing building and trying to loose the Nazis on my tail. I found that the leader was Colonel Hans Landa.

NO WAY

I THEN found I was not in 1942 but in the 1960’s, as I told the hippies I was encountering why they were here. I went behind the store, getting my suspicions confirmed this is not the 40’s, into a bog…in the bare light of the bright sunny day, the building’s behind being brown brick. I was screaming for Prussia, worried as the alligators were coming to attack me. I then saw and heard him in a willow tree at the edge of the forest. I went there, holding him in my arms after he fell down thanks to the hippie’s help.

After that, the swirl of a bright day and green leaves, I woke up.

And then right now I found out, after never looking at the character Prussia from Hetalia before, to find he IS white-haired JUST LIKE THAT STYLE.

THATS IMPOSSIBLE

Dream 1-30-10: Being a Greek God and Palermo

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , on January 30, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 1-30-10

So it was I was a Greek god. I was Hercules and Captain Kirk of Star Trek at the same time. and then, I went fishing and hunting Greek sea monsters and serpents at the shore, with some persons. Not that interesting eh?

It was however, when I was returning, muscled and strong, to my girlfriend. Memories were in my dream-head of my girl with cute blonde locks, waiting for me. I also remembered some doodles, it seems, of myself being friends with another guy when we were younger. Apparently it had been a long, long time since I saw my girlfriend.

Returning to the gazebo area where the doodles had taken place, she was not there. I also remember the name of the man, named Palermo *pronounced Palairemo* and I saw a recital he was holding nearby. I knew he was a villain and I set up a decoy: A giant gray cloud form of myself looking down like a god, at the recital.

An annoying MC was singing with some children around a piano as I and the crew of the OS and NG Star Trek went sneakily around, into the backstage, climbing up the stairs to face Palermo.

It was a hologram but I didn’t know it at first. I had the image of some sort of juicer…somehow…while I ranted to him about he stealing my girl. Soon I realized it was not real, so I went to another room to find him in bed with the girl!

My girl had turned into a fat tranny. I was devastated that she truthfully didn’t love me anymore…that she had moved on. Palermo gave a blank evil face as I went away back into the white light of the office where I previously was, defeated.

Dream 1-24-10: Big D influences my life

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , on January 24, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 1-24-10

The beginning of the dream was that my bed was now on the floor of my room, just the mattress, and Kitleigh and I were having a sleepover sharing the same bed for some reason. I walked in and out of the room *there was some other part of the conversation I’m forgetting* and found dad had picked up and cleaned out the bathroom entirely, including the built in sink. o_O to clean the floor. Thus no toilet, so I couldn’t use it. I went back to the room, and daylight soon became apparent: Kit had to be home by 4 and it was already 1:00, so we went downstairs groggy and sad.

But the kitchen demented: the french doors opened to a corridor much like the dark, curtain-door dressing rooms of a store I recently shopped at. The floor was flooded as I wandered through. However my sister ran ahead of me, giggling, and I was afraid, what with the door beyond was scary *it was a portal!* I looked behind on of the curtains to find a mirror. However to the corner of my eye to the next curtained cubicle with a mirror…Tim Curry as Darkness appeared smiling.

You bet I was scared. I yelled for my sister to return, but too late! I heard him behind me, people screaming, as I ran for the portal…

Getting through, I was, well, I don’t really know. But soon I had gone through into a strange museum, warped from previous visits to the DIA and the Chicago art museum. As I ran, I soon found I was running through a museum of archaic sex toys. The good thing was though, that these didn’t look like…those things at all, but the different galleries and rooms had strange steam punk objects, sculpture art, and other things. Soon the girl following me actually was meant to chase me and hurt me, so I hurried along through a confusing short labyrinth of bedrooms in different styles, before hitting a wall in a very tall, small room. There on the wall was a giant blow-up projection of an internet start page.

Big D, as I call Tim Curry Darkness, was their laughing, and the only way to escape was to type in a new address to go to.  Using incredible mind strength I barely managed to type the address to deviantART…and boom, the wall turned into a doorway. I went through to find myself in a very strange place…a mix of the bridge-view of Hogwarts, another dream from my childhood and lots of greenery. I walked the wooden planks, passing by a group of monks on a hill chanting.

There was a blurry part of the dream. I think I had found I was safe now, and I then became a golden Andalite creature. Once that, powerful and divine and supremely awesome I went back to to the monks. The sick old monk, on the hill in golden robes, was about to die. I stood over him and offered to save him for a price…indeed he paid it, with a kiss, and he was saved.

By now I was waking up, on the gradual trip to being awake: during this my legs were moving as I was waking up and in the dream I was walking away from the hill, and soon, awake.