It’s been a while again, because I am a lazy bastard about this shit, but I just had some rather clear dreams, jam-packed with violence, gore, fighting, and in the last dream, magic! I haven’t dreamt in such a degree of violence in recent times that I can remember, but the past couple of dreams make up for it quite nicely.
The first bit I remember involves a knife fight. Some rather mafia-looking folk had come over to our house earlier for some reason, and apparently my dad had gotten onto the wrong side of them. I had come into the possession of two rather strange looking bows, arrows for the bows (bows are simply not as effective in melee, have you ever noticed?), and a keen knife. Along the way, a skilled archer lady and a dude in white suit who seemed like he could kick ass had come over to the house as well. I guess they were busy or something in the bathroom though, because when the mafia folk came back to cut my dad a new one, I ended up doing all the fighting. I brought a bow and a knife to fight, but the bow had broken at the last second, and in a strange way indeed, appropriate for strange looking bows. There was a bit of elastic string in the location of the grip that broke, and apparently this was integral to the proper function of the bow because instead of shooting the bastards down at range like a logical person would do, I tossed the bow aside in favor of engaging them with my knife. Thankfully, they didn’t have any guns. Crappily, they had knives too, and were skilled with them apparently. Their blades were shaped like a larger chisel, the sort shaped a like a large rectangle at the working end. I froze up when I got close and was unable to strike them before they got out their knives and tried to gut me to hell. I somehow was able to grab the knife by the blade without injury and hold it back, but was unable to wrest it out of the man’s hand. All the while I was calling for help from in the house, but no one came. Another assailant tried to cut my mouth with his blade by shoving it in my mouth, but I was able to bite down on the blade and keep it from going any further (once again) without injury, but (once again) I was unable disarm the thug. While all this was going on I was able to strike back effectively and cut off a man’s arm with several strokes of my blade. Not a single clean chopping off of a limb, mind you, but several strokes severing the flesh of the arm around the bone, which then broke off much too easily to be real, and without cause that I can remember. Then I forget what happens as I move on in my dream to the next scene, which is filled with more gore than this one.
My next dream involved some sort of gladiator fight involving folks dressed in a simplified Qing Dynasty official’s uniform. I appear to have been able to cut my enemy down quite well, having cut off all four of his limbs with a nasty huge sword. Most memorable were his legs, cut off midthigh, with his right leg cut off closer to the hip than his left. Furthermore, with the way I cut him, I somehow exposed all the bone left of his legs. Here, I demonstrate crappy anatomy again, because his bones had “internal bones” as supporting structures instead of the anatomically correct spongy bone and marrow. These “internal bones” were like thinner versions of the real bone outside, rod shaped. The remnants of his right leg was so damaged that these internal bones fell out of the stump leftover and were thrown into a pile of his other body parts that I cut off. Somehow, a doctor came over that was able to save his life by tying fibers to the bone remnants of his legs and some other magical means (it must have been, no one should survive that crap that I did to him, good anatomy or not), and moments later he looked as good as new. However, he did not feel as good as new, because somehow my dream presence was transferred into him, and I became him, complete with feeling like crap because my body had just had all four limbs chopped off and then rejoined through dubious and unexplained means. There seemed to be a recurring pain deep in my right leg that got chopped near to nonexistence. And then after the body got fixed up, we had to rush out of the building for some reason, I think it was to fight a vague enemy, but I somehow got assigned the task of taking out the trash to the curb with several other dudes.
My last dream has me using magic! I don’t remember ever getting to use magic in my dreams in the past, at least not the sort of magic to blast other people into oblivion. Sadly, my magic in this dream was rather…ineffectual. It was a Harry Potter dream too, which is also a first. We were going to go kill Voldemort, or at least cause him magically perpetrated harm of some sort. We had to ascend an old-style tower with a spiral staircase, which had an entryway that was smaller than we could fit in, so I used my magic to make it larger. On the ground floor, there was a door that had to be opened through the use of Parseltongue under normal circumstances, but before Harry could bust out his foreign language degree in talking to snakes, I just shouted out “OPEN FUCKING SESAME, OPEN THE FUCK UP” and it opened up for me. Then there was a puzzle in the wall that had to be solved first before we could ascend the staircase. Harry was pretty useless in my dream, not only did he not help me solve the puzzle, but it was in chalk, and he fucked the drawing up with his magic trying to reset it after my failed attempt. I tried fixing it, but none of the incantations I could think of would work (“Reset”, “Reset Voldemort Level”, “Refresh”, etc.). I guess Voldemort got bored of waiting, since he came downstairs to start the fight up early, and we chased him up the stairs. He narrowly hit me with 2 cannonballs conjured from his wand, but somehow I came into possession of two wands(and one of them was the Elder Wand, or a replica of it, since Voldemort appeared to have one as well). I used both in unison to fire off a fire beam and an ice beam, but it did no damage. Meanwhile Harry was being useless and somehow had a shotgun with a claw-like structure at the business end of the gun, and was trying to shoot Voldemort with it, which was pretty ineffective as well. Meanwhile, Voldemort cast an insect swarm on me. I countered it by casting some electricty to swirl around me, frying the bugs, and then I tried to run up to Voldemort to fry him with my electric storm. My dream ended there because I woke up, sadly, although I’m sure it would have been just as ineffectual as any of the other spells I cast on him. It would probably be more effective if I had just shot him with electricity instead of trying to hug him anyways.
School’s about to start up. Perhaps its for the best, since nearly everyone’s gone, and I’ve been pretty much doing nothing for the past week or so, but school’s still got the distastefulness about it, I suppose. Alright, being lazy right now and watching Whose Line on Youtube. Good night.
Listening to: Akimasa Yamada (prismedia) – Lotus in dam, from the Gran Turismo 5 game rip. It’s pretty huge, but it’s got overlap with the official stuff. Now what to do with both of them…
crusty folks
