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dragonlady7I seldom have dreams I remember, but this was such an odd and vivid one, and took place just before I awoke, so I do remember it.
It's most notable because of how exceedingly geeky it is.
I was both the main (male) character of the novel I'm writing, and also myself. I was with several other people, I think two of my sisters and maybe one of my sister's friends, although I'm not sure.
I was walking in the woods with them, on some sort of epic quest possibly, or maybe we were just taking a walk. I'm not sure.
We were simultaneously both actually in the woods, where I was some sort of Dark Ages Baltic warrior, and also we were just a bunch of kids playing a role-playing game.
I had weapons, but maybe they were just replica facsimilies for the purpose of the game.
We were walking, when suddenly we saw a wild pig or boar or something. I do remember thinking it was a lot less formidable than I expected a boar to be, but I knew for the purpose of the game we were meant to be terrified. It was a sort of weird lookin' thing. We did not have spears, or hounds (I know that bit of dream was influenced by my brother-in-law's tales of his father's dog Atilla losin' a tooth when a four-hunnerd-pound hawg tossed him across a field), and so were not really prepared to face this creature.
But I, being a brave warrior, had a pair of javelins with me on this little pleasure walk, so I took them out and told the others to stay out of the way, and there I was.
So I fought this boar all over the clearing and into the undergrowth. Sometimes it was there, sometimes I was just pretending it was there as though my life depended on it. I grunted and roared and struggled and stabbed and wrestled and jumped, trying to keep from getting tusked, trying to keep the thing from escaping me and killing my friends/relatives/whoever they were. I was dimly aware of them watching in either confusion or awe-- but at least they ostensibly knew what was going on, because even if the thing was imaginary, they were in on it too.
Finally I stabbed the thing fatally, although the sheer weight of it dragged me down into a ravine and I sort of collapsed there in weariness. I'd had to thrust my hand into its mouth at one point, so one wrist (my left one) was pretty badly cut up, and one of my thighs had a bad gash in it, and I was tired as hell. So I lay there until my friends came to get me. And then there was a little bit of tension between the imaginary and the real, when my sister Fiona (the only point in the dream I'm sure it was her, but she was dressed as someone else and didn't resemble herself at all) grabbed both my wrists to pull me out of the ravine and I wondered how I should let her know that my left wrist was damaged. I settled for an "ow," I think. (The point being, it was really injured, but it wasn't visible to her, because the whole thing was imaginary, but it was very important that it was real.) I also had a bit where I was self-conscious about seeming like a drama queen for making such a fuss over the pig, and for being so beat-up afterward, but it was important to the continued perception of imagination that I ham (ha ha, pun after the fact) it up a little.
Now it was raining, imaginarily, and so I began to shiver, as I was losing blood and had exerted myself a great deal. I lay down and two of my companions were sitting with me. My sister Ann was one, her friend Janni the other, and for some reason I recall Janni flirting with me. I flirted back and showed off my tattoos. (I have none in real life, but the novel character does.) Ann, and I don't know why I remembered this, mentioned a commercial she'd seen, although from how she described it it was not a commercial that would ever actually air on television...
I woke then, and thought about what fun that dream had been, and wondered if I could adapt any of it to the novel. I can't, really, but scraps of it may show up. It was fun. I never remember dreams.
In other news I managed another 150 or so words before zonking last night. I am exceedingly proud of myself. I haven't decided on any Lenten resolutions but maybe just maybe I'll be able to finish the novel's draft before Easter? That'd be a good goal. However I know fine well that goals and I don't usually actually cross paths...
In disappointing news, we went out last night for a fish fry but after we were seated, amid several tables of people all eating fish fries, when we ordered them the waitress said they were done with fish fries for the night.
Which was heartbreaking. Our quest to find the best fish fry in Buffalo is delayed.
In other other other news, Z's paper has put the ballots online to begin the voting for Best of Buffalo, so any Buffalonians out there, do be aware... tis the season... and definitely, get your votes in! (It's a really long ballot, however, and is still being tweaked. But Z needs some data in the database before he can finish tweaking it.)
My shoulder is hurting me. Maybe if I go back to sleep I can find some nubile young dream-maidens to tend to it?
It's most notable because of how exceedingly geeky it is.
I was both the main (male) character of the novel I'm writing, and also myself. I was with several other people, I think two of my sisters and maybe one of my sister's friends, although I'm not sure.
I was walking in the woods with them, on some sort of epic quest possibly, or maybe we were just taking a walk. I'm not sure.
We were simultaneously both actually in the woods, where I was some sort of Dark Ages Baltic warrior, and also we were just a bunch of kids playing a role-playing game.
I had weapons, but maybe they were just replica facsimilies for the purpose of the game.
We were walking, when suddenly we saw a wild pig or boar or something. I do remember thinking it was a lot less formidable than I expected a boar to be, but I knew for the purpose of the game we were meant to be terrified. It was a sort of weird lookin' thing. We did not have spears, or hounds (I know that bit of dream was influenced by my brother-in-law's tales of his father's dog Atilla losin' a tooth when a four-hunnerd-pound hawg tossed him across a field), and so were not really prepared to face this creature.
But I, being a brave warrior, had a pair of javelins with me on this little pleasure walk, so I took them out and told the others to stay out of the way, and there I was.
So I fought this boar all over the clearing and into the undergrowth. Sometimes it was there, sometimes I was just pretending it was there as though my life depended on it. I grunted and roared and struggled and stabbed and wrestled and jumped, trying to keep from getting tusked, trying to keep the thing from escaping me and killing my friends/relatives/whoever they were. I was dimly aware of them watching in either confusion or awe-- but at least they ostensibly knew what was going on, because even if the thing was imaginary, they were in on it too.
Finally I stabbed the thing fatally, although the sheer weight of it dragged me down into a ravine and I sort of collapsed there in weariness. I'd had to thrust my hand into its mouth at one point, so one wrist (my left one) was pretty badly cut up, and one of my thighs had a bad gash in it, and I was tired as hell. So I lay there until my friends came to get me. And then there was a little bit of tension between the imaginary and the real, when my sister Fiona (the only point in the dream I'm sure it was her, but she was dressed as someone else and didn't resemble herself at all) grabbed both my wrists to pull me out of the ravine and I wondered how I should let her know that my left wrist was damaged. I settled for an "ow," I think. (The point being, it was really injured, but it wasn't visible to her, because the whole thing was imaginary, but it was very important that it was real.) I also had a bit where I was self-conscious about seeming like a drama queen for making such a fuss over the pig, and for being so beat-up afterward, but it was important to the continued perception of imagination that I ham (ha ha, pun after the fact) it up a little.
Now it was raining, imaginarily, and so I began to shiver, as I was losing blood and had exerted myself a great deal. I lay down and two of my companions were sitting with me. My sister Ann was one, her friend Janni the other, and for some reason I recall Janni flirting with me. I flirted back and showed off my tattoos. (I have none in real life, but the novel character does.) Ann, and I don't know why I remembered this, mentioned a commercial she'd seen, although from how she described it it was not a commercial that would ever actually air on television...
I woke then, and thought about what fun that dream had been, and wondered if I could adapt any of it to the novel. I can't, really, but scraps of it may show up. It was fun. I never remember dreams.
In other news I managed another 150 or so words before zonking last night. I am exceedingly proud of myself. I haven't decided on any Lenten resolutions but maybe just maybe I'll be able to finish the novel's draft before Easter? That'd be a good goal. However I know fine well that goals and I don't usually actually cross paths...
In disappointing news, we went out last night for a fish fry but after we were seated, amid several tables of people all eating fish fries, when we ordered them the waitress said they were done with fish fries for the night.
Which was heartbreaking. Our quest to find the best fish fry in Buffalo is delayed.
In other other other news, Z's paper has put the ballots online to begin the voting for Best of Buffalo, so any Buffalonians out there, do be aware... tis the season... and definitely, get your votes in! (It's a really long ballot, however, and is still being tweaked. But Z needs some data in the database before he can finish tweaking it.)
My shoulder is hurting me. Maybe if I go back to sleep I can find some nubile young dream-maidens to tend to it?
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Date: 2006-03-03 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-03 02:25 am (UTC)You'd think I'd dream about my characters all the time, since I spend so much time with my imagination in their worlds, but I never ever do. This one was interesting because it was very much in the state of mind I'm often in, which is that I am highly concerned with something fictional that is real to me and yet I know it is fiction-- sort of.
It was nice. Hope I have more. Not to be greedy or anything, but it was pretty cool.