rowyn: (tired)
For most of my life, when my dreams have a memorable location, my brain uses a real building for the layout. Usually it's a house that I lived in, but sometimes it'll be a workplace or something. In the dream, the house I grew up in often stands in for some totally different place by dream logic: we're in a post-apocalyptic laboratory that oddly looks just like a 200 year old rambling three-story house. Architecture design is not my strong suit.

But over the last few years, I've had several dreams where I'm living in a house that my parents passed down to me. It's always the same place in my dreams, but it's not a real place that I've ever been to in waking life. In the dream, I am so convinced that this is a house that I grew up in that when I wake up, it'll take me a while to remember the house is fictional. Also, my parents are very much alive and not going to pass down a house to me, thank goodness.

I dreamed about it again last night. It was cluttered with stuff, like back-to-back dressers in the bedroom, as if it had already been furnished and then someone just jammed in the furniture from another house wherever they could fit it. That was an artifact of inheriting the house. It was huge, room after room after room, all of them with too much stuff. Two stories. There was a long balcony facing the backyard along the second floor, and a separate apartment in the house was sublet to other people. We shared the back balcony. The back balcony has an outdoor staircase going down to the backyard. The master bedroom had a partially sunken hot tub/bathtub, with padded sides. I would like to note that this would be a cool thing to have in real life, although not if it was going to leak the way the dream one did. Dream-Lut and I don't sleep in the master bedroom, because it's too crowded with stuff. We have a couple of rooms that are relatively decluttered and we mostly stick to them. In the dream I thought "I should get rid of this stuff we're not using and don't need, we'd have so much more space."

Anyway, they've not been a particularly interesting set of dreams otherwise. I just find it curious that my brain has finally devised its own set for a dream and now it keeps wanting to re-use that set instead of one of the real places I've been to.
rowyn: (tired)
I woke from an atypically interesting dream this morning. The story revolved around a resistance movement against an tyrranical government. The environment was claustrophobic, like a space station or arcology. All up and down levels and long corridors. The members of the resistance movement were captured, one by one, until only a few were still at liberty. One was a woman who wasn't yet under suspicion. She was in one of the enemy military facilities, looking for something that could help her free the others. She found and successfully stole something that looked like a coffee cup, but was actually an alien artifact that gave the holder a "somebody else's problem" field, that made them functionally invisible, and it bent probability so that any attacks made on the holder would always miss or be deflected. It made her all but unstoppable.

With it, she was fearless but not reckless. She became very cautious, in fact, because she now had this huge edge and she didn't want to blow it by doing something stupid.

She managed to get her hands on two more artifacts -- another SEP device and a phase gun. The phase gun could be used to take the wielder out of phase with reality, at which point they became intangible, desolid, and immune to all attacks from people who were in phase. It also fired disrupter beams, wide beams of fluid golden energy that would scramble whatever they hit into tiny bits, half in phase and half out, effectively annihilating the target.

She gave the other SEP device to another resistance fighter, and the phase gun to a third. They found out about a weakness in the SEP device now: it only worked if the holder acted like it was going to work. If they were trying to be sneaky and skulked in shadows, it wouldn't make them go unnoticed, and if they were trying to dodge attacks, it wouldn't make the attacks miss. The new woman who got one didn't have confidence that it would work, so when she tried to sneak past the enemy with it, it didn't work and she got killed.

I remember thinking at this point that the phase gun was a better tool, because it was more predictable and provable. You could tell that you were invisible and intangible with it, you didn't need to have faith that magically no one would pay attention to you.

Then the person with the phase gun shot at someone with an SEP device, and the SEP device deflected the disrupter beam back at the shooter. Since the disrupter beam worked by scrambling phases, it worked on the out-of-phase shooter and killed her.

I think the moral of this story is "If you have two deus ex machina devices, keep both: one might not be enough." Or possibly, "don't get involved in violent conflicts."
rowyn: (Default)
I woke up from a dream, and now I can't get back to sleep. So I figured I'd try writing the dream down while I wait for the pain meds to kick in.
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