the one and only truly amazing katster (katster) wrote,
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dreams...

wow, that was a weird dream..

I don't remember all of it, and while people were people, they didn't really have any correspondence to their RL counterparts. It started in the jungles, where the indiginious people were forced to mine for these cross-like things. Then it turned into a piece where a friend, I think it was Luns, and I were teaching this underwater girl (well, it was underwater, but we could breathe just fine, that was weird) how to live in our society, 'cause the underwater people liked to secretly come in our world and influence it. (there were three races, humans, these underwater people, and the gargoyles (is what they were called, but nobody quite understood why except that they lived in cave like things near the underwater people at the end of the BART line from Berkeley.

Anyway, at one point, after the mundanity of teaching this underwater person, I suddenly realized that not only was I hurting for money, and that's why Luns was helping me, as a favour. But i hadn't told him about the bet that I'd made with the underwater person's father, and that if I failed...So I went to the end of the line, and was going to do more tutoring, but I wandered into the gargoyle part of the caves. Then there was a cut scene, where Luns came looking for me, only he wasn't really Luns, he seemed more like jtwilson for some strange reason, and I felt somewhat like Zibb but not totally, and we hook up in this LotR type game, and it turns out I'm at the field where they're going to install the crosslike things on people's bodies, because it made them into supermen. (Note that I was kidnapped here, not that I'd made a voluntary choice.) And I watched these crosslike things get horrifically nailed into people's chests, and they handed me one and I inspected it and found it not to my liking (they had to very specifically be cross-shaped, and not missing a prong or have any weird deformities). The first one they handed me was broken, and the second one they handed me was cross shaped in a weird fashion and I kept trying to get it exchanged. Then they called 'F', and for some reason here I was named 'Fred Flintstone', I have no clue. And I'd been watching, and people were surviving this process, but I couldn't see any other change in them, but I said, "Okay, I'll do it, but I want to have a perfect cross." And the guy who was supposed to install my cross looked at me in awe and said, "You're Fred Flintstone', like there was some honour in installing it on me. Which was kinda weird. Anyway, I finally got a perfect cross, and then I had to take some time to prepare for some reason (I don't know why, nobody else had to), so I went into a room and read the piece of paper that promised the benefits, and pulled up my shirt and stared at my chest and all the weird deformities there. Then I pulled the shirt off.

And somebody saw me through the window when he was out with a walk with his kids, and came up to complain. I hurridly put my shirt back on, snuck over long enough to hear the guy singing lyrics to "The Capeman", Paul Simon's musical, in his complaint (which was the mp3 playing when I woke up a few seconds later), and so I hurridly ran back to get my cross installed before he could convince her to shut the place down (even though he lied and said I specifically exposed my balls to him, which is funny, 'cause I hadn't, but I realized I had both them and breasts. that was weird.) Anyway, I had to strip my shirt back off for cross installation (and the best take, and we were hurrying, and he stuck my cross on my chest...and then I woke up.

What a weird dream.

I know the last part is shades of Hyperion, but I haven't read that book in a while. Wonder what the hell was going on here. :P
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