Weird dream
Nov. 24th, 2003 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootToday was fine, but I had a not-quite nightmare last night, and it's stayed with me.
I dreamt I kept hearing the very distinct sounds of wood being chopped, loud, close to my ears
Then I saw an old friend, Brian Blessed Clone. He seemed happy enough, but there was a strange dark substance pouring out of one of his shoes. I asked other friends what it was that he was doing. ‘He’s role-playing,’ they explained. ‘He’s done this scenario before, but this time he’s playing a more dangerous system. Now he has to talk to the ooze in his shoes.’
‘The Ooze in his Shoes?’ I replied, smiling, ’Is that like the Cat in the Hat?’ We laughed, and BBC nodded, quite content, but for all the genial atmosphere I felt uneasy. I wasn’t sure what point there was in playing a game he had played before, let alone talking to some stuff leaking from his feet, and I didn’t believe new rules would change anything. I wanted to say something to him, but I didn’t want to meddle.
So I walked on, and suddenly found myself facing a giant wall of blood and skulls. It was all very Clive Barker, too blatantly horrible to frighten me, but more than enough to gross me out. Recently in waking life, I’ve played a role-playing game where I met a wall of flesh. In this dream, I remembered that, and laughed. A game, nothing to it and nothing to do with me. I had just stumbled into a LARP bit of BBC's new improved more dangerous scenario. Then I realised that I wasn’t in a field, that there was nowhere behind me, no way back, no game or a very different game, only the wall ahead. I waited and got a bit annoyed at the wall In the end, I got bored with waiting for something to happen, and decided to find a way out, if I had to walk right through it.
So I stretched my arm out ahead of me, expecting to bounce off the wall, or at least to feel something disgusting. I expected it to be jellied flesh, but it wasn’t. It parted for me like curtains, like a mist, vanishing without touching me. I walked through, unharmed.
I could analyse this forever. As far as I can tell, all it proves is that too much roleplay rots the mind!
I dreamt I kept hearing the very distinct sounds of wood being chopped, loud, close to my ears
Then I saw an old friend, Brian Blessed Clone. He seemed happy enough, but there was a strange dark substance pouring out of one of his shoes. I asked other friends what it was that he was doing. ‘He’s role-playing,’ they explained. ‘He’s done this scenario before, but this time he’s playing a more dangerous system. Now he has to talk to the ooze in his shoes.’
‘The Ooze in his Shoes?’ I replied, smiling, ’Is that like the Cat in the Hat?’ We laughed, and BBC nodded, quite content, but for all the genial atmosphere I felt uneasy. I wasn’t sure what point there was in playing a game he had played before, let alone talking to some stuff leaking from his feet, and I didn’t believe new rules would change anything. I wanted to say something to him, but I didn’t want to meddle.
So I walked on, and suddenly found myself facing a giant wall of blood and skulls. It was all very Clive Barker, too blatantly horrible to frighten me, but more than enough to gross me out. Recently in waking life, I’ve played a role-playing game where I met a wall of flesh. In this dream, I remembered that, and laughed. A game, nothing to it and nothing to do with me. I had just stumbled into a LARP bit of BBC's new improved more dangerous scenario. Then I realised that I wasn’t in a field, that there was nowhere behind me, no way back, no game or a very different game, only the wall ahead. I waited and got a bit annoyed at the wall In the end, I got bored with waiting for something to happen, and decided to find a way out, if I had to walk right through it.
So I stretched my arm out ahead of me, expecting to bounce off the wall, or at least to feel something disgusting. I expected it to be jellied flesh, but it wasn’t. It parted for me like curtains, like a mist, vanishing without touching me. I walked through, unharmed.
I could analyse this forever. As far as I can tell, all it proves is that too much roleplay rots the mind!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2003-11-24 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-24 02:55 pm (UTC)I've already been dwelling on this coming Friday and my visit to them cussed sawbones (I've always wanted to call a doctor 'Sawbones'!) I know everything is OK really, it's just the basic idea of going. Maybe the dream is a translation of that fear. That would explain the fleshiness and basic threat of the wall. The good news is that my psyche clearly thinks everything's OK. The wall looks bad, but doesn't harm me. I pass through it unscathed. So fingers crossed!