Saturday, 6 April 2002
this morning was so fragmented

my brain was jumping from dream fragment to dream fragment. there was some part where a large number of people were trying to gather breakfast ingredients. except one "person" was really not human but sort of an Aliens like creature.

but the real dream had to do with evryone gathering together for some sort of convention. the details kept shifting, but everyone at the convention was camping out refugee-style in the mormon temple in salt lake city.

I was there with my parents, and we were staying in a corner, we actually had a room next to a narrow blue door that turned out to be the women's bathroom. this made my mom happy as she didn't have to walk far to go to the bathroom.

the amazing thing was that everyone was indoors and there didn't seem to be any windows. or skylights. I thought, gee, isn't a temple supposed to be full of light and uplifting?

toward the center from where were were staying, which would be to the left as one walks form where we stayed along the rear wall, was some sort of animal enclosure. I went towards that and spent some time discussing the planned events for the next day, with a minor convention official, and speculating whether or not it would have additional light when daytime came. the woman confirmed that there would be no light coming infrom the outside.

after that I guess I jumped ahead in time, and was in an area that was like a lobby, where folks dealing with checkins and outs and payment and requests for janitorial service were fielded by dudes in a window. I observed that my friend Amity was keeping her journal in a secret room in one of the janatorial closets (you know, in big convention halls there are always doors here and there that say "Employees only" and turn out to be broom closets, and aren't exciting at all). Amity didn't see me and went away to the convention.

now while I would never do this is real life, it was an of-course for me in the dream then to go in the closet to find her journal. for about half a minute, the dream then shifted, and I couldn't find the correct door; and I had to hunt for it with a pointer like in a video game, watching for it to highlight. then the only thing that did highlight was part of the grille in the bottom of the door.

I went in and behind the door to the main foyer was a short hall, with blue doors to rooms or closets on either side. I went in the left one and failed to find a journal. but then there were lights and stuff flashing from the right one! I was curious about what was happening but decided to wait in the left room, with the door open, to see what came out. the little hallway was too small for me to wait there without mass awkwardness.

what came out was Priss from the Knight Sabers... well maybe not. maybe Linna. it's hard to tell, as this person was a real person and not two-dimentional anime; and was a different age. she was with a male friend and although they had been in a closet, they weren't making out or having sex but instead had been doing something to enhance her super power.

anyhow I ended up joining them somehow and we went off on a mission. but apparently this was executed in a timeframe long before any of the Bubblegum Crisis series', as there were no mecha suits, just armour, and transport was in two open carraiges pulled by pink horses that could fly. I was in a carraige with Priss who was quite peeved because they were going to retrieve a weapon that had been lost on a previous mission.

at that point one of the carraiges got stuck in a tree.

we all helped to get it out and the guy who was there (from the closet) explained to me that indeed, the reason this is so primitive is because the action is taking place in an earlier timeline than what I knew.

we then went to a nearby tree, which had a bow stuck to it. this is what we were to retreive, and there were natives around the tree who were suprised and displeased about the presence of 4 women, a guy, two carraiges, and 4 pink horses hovering over the trees. the other carraige lowered a rope sort of like a helicopter lowering a rescue boom, and got the bow. we left.

then I woke up.

Posted by dracon at 06 April 2002 12:19
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