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PostPosted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 8:08 am    Post subject: Re: The Dream Thread Reply with quote

TheBritishInvasion wrote:
I think this thread was in the pre-crash forum and I liked it, it's always fun to talk about dreams.

Last night I dreamt I was one of my own characters (a guy no less) but it wasn't his story. Somehow I had managed to anger the devil himself and he was coming to fight me. I was really nervous and I went into hiding with a few friends (who I don't know in real life and weren't characters.) That worked for a little bit but then the devil found me.
It's a little hazy after this, I think we either talked or fought but either way I won and felt really happy afterwards.


Its really very funny.
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PostPosted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 5:07 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dream from yesterday. Believe it or not, I typed this all out on my ipod while at the dog park. I didn't realize how long it was til I look at it just now.


There's a peaceful desert society, where the rocks weep gold overnight. They scrape gold leaf off with their hands and take it to specialists to be made into jewelry and ornaments. One day their lands are invaded by massive red stone tanks and soldiers in red armor, vaguely Chinese. Some children and young women are captured. The rest of the society is left reeling, and rumors start to spread. These are barbarians! They kill children and dismember them, and eat them, and rape women! One young woman is scared, but she wasn't captured, so she's determined to go on with her life. She takes up her daily gold, plus a bit of the red gold they found on the battlefield, and joins the line at the jewelers. Word gets around - they want people to donate the red gold to weave a message and warning about these people. Most people do, and they're left with a sheet or two. They weave a sweater with two bands of red as a warning about the invaders.

But in the coming days strangers start to appear, strangers with beards and odd clothing. They wander around looking at everything, and inspecting, and people start to wonder if these are the barbarians who attacked before. One joins the young woman's family meal, and everyone is petrified, until someone mentions that the scary ones are all right-handed (then he uses his right hand to cut his food). They're only a danger to women and children, so as long as he only talks to the men you should be fine (then he looks directly at the young woman). No one knows what to do, so when he looks again significantly at the young woman and gets up to leave, she feels compelled to follow him back to his own territory. She's not the only one - it looks like this was a different kind of invasion, one searching for brides.

Once they're in the mountain territory, the maidens are petrified. The barbarians are sitting at long feasting tables, the children interspersed between, and the women are telling stories of the karranharak - the ritual where they sacrifice and dismember a child. They try to convince the maidens that it's a good thing, it's not actually what it sounds like, but it's not working. Finally, they drag the maidens forward to meet the children of the barbarians, and they all seem perfectly happy, if a bit subdued. Their own children are scattered among the ranks, dressed the same. The maidens look at each other, and decide the only course of action is to work within the system and use subterfuge to escape. They start to meet and interact with the barbarians. The young woman is introduced to the healer, who takes her on rounds. Surprisingly, it looks like they're using her to dispel myths among the children. She teaches them about social touching - a handshake, a casual hug - using her own tribal children to demonstrate.

Slowly they grow more comfortable with each other, learning about each other and finding a balance. The other society is very strict, and doesn't let it's women and children out of the mountain territory, but they have plenty of hidden influence. They think the desert dwellers are too permissive, perhaps even with loose morals. Eventually they come to a sort of trade alliance, an exchange of goods and ideas, but agreement that each culture is worthy in its own right. The young woman apprentices to the healer and one day she is permitted to attend the king's sickly son. He is given a cinnamon stick to suck on to lower his fever.

Then the real barbarians come - a mysterious tribe called the Koron Huroda.

They lurk around the fringes of their combined territory, not doing much but threateningly there. The mountain dwellers are preparing to migrate on in their vast nomadic circuit, and plan to leave their city - with it's better infrastructure and location - to the tribe. But on the day of the ceremonial leave-taking, the Koron Huroda sweep in from the desert and surround them. The peaceful tribe is frightened and nervous, but the mountain people try to calm them down. They won't do anything while we're still here, and by the time we leave you'll be installed in the mountain and well- defended. The desert tribe reluctantly agree, and line up to follow the mountainers into their stronghold.

But at the very moment the last of the mountainers enters, the Koron Huroda attack from both sides. They overwhelm the desert tribe and force them off to the side, collapsing part of the structure on top of them. Screaming "Hate! Hate! Hate!" at top of their lungs, they hack into the people, chopping at children and collaring women.

The doors slam closed behind the moutainers and they can't get out to protect their allies. They try and force the doors and fail, until one child finds a weakened side door. They break it from the inside and pour out to defend their allies.

Were the Koron Huroda somehow once related to the mountainers? Is there some connection between the karranharak and the Koron Huroda, the false rumors about the mountainers and the true horror of the barbarians? I wasn't able to figure that out before I woke up. The desert people are vaguely middle eastern/Bedouin. The mountainers are vaguely Muslim in dress, Asian in looks, Moroccan in architecture. The Koron Huroda are vaguely Mongolian/standard barbarian.
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 1:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A couple that currently stand out, and I mourn the loss of the others in between:

- James Bond adventure! He comes to the school where I'm teaching and I become his female sidekick du jour. He takes me on a motoring tour of the countryside where he served in the military, and then to a mansion where he knows the family. There's an ugly block of a Colonial brick house off to the side, built for someone in the family who was paranoid, but the inside is breathtakingly gorgeous, and reminiscent of Morocco. My friend and I gush over it so much, the old woman leaves it to us in her will. James and I, and my friend and her husband, move in and we have a lovely time until James goes off to war, whereupon I try to find the best way to tell him I'm pregnant, he tries to hide his PTSD, and my friend's husband retreats to the cottage out back as the resident paranoid/guard.

- Wedding dress shopping! Started out great - my friends are all wedding-obsessed, since most of them are dating, engaged, or married, and we got a chance to visit a designer's factory. I'm not actually in need of a wedding dress at all, but I've always felt I would know it when I see it, so I went with my mom and tried on dozens of different styles. I remember each and every one, but you don't need to hear about them. Then I found It! It's gorgeous. Layers of chiffon and organza, A-line skirt, boat neck and 3/4 sleeves. I'm in the process of sketching it out, I'll try and remember to share it. Then it went steeply downhill. Overview: my parents divorced, my mom disappeared, my dad died, and the best I could do with my life was work the dawn shift at the local grocery store.

- this afternoon's dream: Journalism (heavily influenced by the Nora Roberts novel I finished today)! I'm the head of a small group of journalists. Someone's writing an article about goats. We just got a new intern named Ben. I'm pretty sure it's Benjamin Thomas, because we all call him BT. He's about ready for his first big byline, and someone suggests he write up on Sex Tips for the Inexperienced. He turns red, we all chortle, it's a done deal. In the meantime, my business reporter Spencer refuses an overseas posting so that he won't be separated from his junior reporter Ross, and I give it to Ashley Figg instead. I'm fighing off the amorous attentions of someone else, who is an old family friend. I keep saying, "No, I refuse to go there with someone who will report back to the family." He thinks, "Oh, that's a good sign! She's thinking family!" I say, "No, that's gross, I won't do that other activity." He thinks, "Oh, that's a good sign! She's thinking about touching!" While I'm in the bathroom, he sits outside the door and waits for me, sighing. It's aggravating. Then someone picks up an assignment for a children's broadcast for the weekend, and Ben turns red and says, "Well, then it will really be for the little ones, won't it?" Blank looks. "...The Inexperienced Sex issue...?" Uproarious laughter, then the meeting breaks up.

Why yes, I have been reading much and varied fanfiction lately. Why do you ask?
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