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Apr. 19th, 2008 04:40 pmWhat the heck is going on with my subconscious? Lately, I've been getting a lot of dreams that can only be described as "What the hell just happened, Talking Eggplant?"
Now, I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, but last night's dream was stranger than Alice in Wonderland on an acid trip. I can't quite remember the start - something involving a semi trailer full of talking stones. Oh, and there was dirt under the stones, and if you dug at it with a particular shovel, a slimy little gremlin would pop out and yell at you in Welsh. Later on, I took it upon myself to rescue someone who was being abducted by aliens. (Y'know, the cliche green-light tractor beam pulling people out of their beds - except this one was going very slowly.) To do this, I borrowed someone's prosthetic leg, which somehow turned out to be a superpowered pogo stick. I ran down the street, past the truck of stones, and pogo stick'd my way up to the roof of a nearby house. From there, I made a running jump towards the abductee, but fell short and started plummeting to the ground, which was suddenly half a mile away. Luckily, I was caught by… a flying wall.
Yes. I was riding the whole wall of a room like a freaking magic carpet.
The wall was, apparently, good friends with the truck of stones. It was also angry that the spaceship had hurt his sister, the ceiling, while doing the whole abducting thing. Oh, and the pogo stick leg knew the light-switch. Seriously. We flew around a while, and I discovered my fingers stuck to the wall, like velcro, so I wouldn't fall off. Just as something was about to happen, my alarm woke me up.
So… yeah. I'm kinda wondering, though, why cliché flying saucers keep showing up in my dreams. For example, a few weeks ago I dreamt I was abducted while camping in the woods, when I was abducted by a roving ball of light. I ended up on a spaceship with aliens, who were about to do various, generally painful experiments, but then kicked me out of their ship for being abducted without an appointment. (They also turned me into a werewolf, and I later became High King of the Giant Starfish, esq., but that's rather tangential.)
Now, I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, but last night's dream was stranger than Alice in Wonderland on an acid trip. I can't quite remember the start - something involving a semi trailer full of talking stones. Oh, and there was dirt under the stones, and if you dug at it with a particular shovel, a slimy little gremlin would pop out and yell at you in Welsh. Later on, I took it upon myself to rescue someone who was being abducted by aliens. (Y'know, the cliche green-light tractor beam pulling people out of their beds - except this one was going very slowly.) To do this, I borrowed someone's prosthetic leg, which somehow turned out to be a superpowered pogo stick. I ran down the street, past the truck of stones, and pogo stick'd my way up to the roof of a nearby house. From there, I made a running jump towards the abductee, but fell short and started plummeting to the ground, which was suddenly half a mile away. Luckily, I was caught by… a flying wall.
Yes. I was riding the whole wall of a room like a freaking magic carpet.
The wall was, apparently, good friends with the truck of stones. It was also angry that the spaceship had hurt his sister, the ceiling, while doing the whole abducting thing. Oh, and the pogo stick leg knew the light-switch. Seriously. We flew around a while, and I discovered my fingers stuck to the wall, like velcro, so I wouldn't fall off. Just as something was about to happen, my alarm woke me up.
So… yeah. I'm kinda wondering, though, why cliché flying saucers keep showing up in my dreams. For example, a few weeks ago I dreamt I was abducted while camping in the woods, when I was abducted by a roving ball of light. I ended up on a spaceship with aliens, who were about to do various, generally painful experiments, but then kicked me out of their ship for being abducted without an appointment. (They also turned me into a werewolf, and I later became High King of the Giant Starfish, esq., but that's rather tangential.)
