#max dreams

[woollychicken]

Good morning I had a dream that I was trying to get home on the train but when I got on the next two stops were “peepoo” and “honk honk”

The whole train was filled with old timey cowboys who were “looking for someone from the future” and I got so scared that I screamed, showed them all my modern phone and they killed me with guns

[maxbroforce]

Weird Dream Diaries: Grandmother is Dying

Hey waddup it’s me resident weird dream haver, time to recount some weird dreams.

It was the eve of my mother’s birthday (irl) and I have a dream where I’m in some place and visiting my poorly Nana (who didn’t really look like either of my grandmothers, but it was my Nana). She needs to be in care and I know I fight with the system to get her into care and into a ground-level room closest to the hospital.

For some reason these buildings were combined, but then again the actual care facility she went to after her stroke was attached to the hospital.

We know she is dying. She knows she is dying. But there’s peace around this. She’s walking around and telling me she wants to pick out the dress she’ll wear to her funeral (my Nana was paralyzed after her stroke and couldn’t walk anymore).

She’s dressed in a robe, long hair tied back and meandering through her closet which has many pretty outfits (my lament for being 14 when she passed and not raiding her closet?). But as she walks she’s dripping a fluid. Not quite blood, not quite serum. This seems to be... normal?

I follow after her, listening and wiping up the drops with a j-cloth (blue kitchen rag, 100% actually called a J cloth, you can google them). I worry because obviously it’s not good to be leaking some sort of blood but what can I do but support her?

She seemed to be very insistent that there be respect at her funeral, and she must look nice (even though irl she was cremated before the service so no viewing was had). Not in a mean way, just, really wants to have a nice outfit.

I don’t know what to make of it. I suppose technically it wouldn’t break social distancing to go to the cemetery where the family is but the weather still isn’t great.

Still... Don’t worry Nana, we do think about you and miss you. It’s still a goal I have to make a 1952 dress to wear under her McGill University blazer (which I need to sew a button back onto but I guess the thread was... old? ahah :’)).

[maggie-would-beg-to-differ]

I had a dream

The hp films were the exactly same except Hermione in the first one was a POC. Nobody knew why they had switched to a white actress after that but literally everyone agreed that first-film Hermione was the best portrayal of the character ever.

[maggie-would-beg-to-differ]

I had a dream in which young Charles Xavier (James Mcavoy) was crying because he was afraid that one day he might lose all of his hair. Dream-me was hugging him and playing with his hair, assuring him that won't happened and even if it did, he would still be beautiful and loved, while my non-dreaming self was like "enjoy it while you have it, bub"

[maggie-would-beg-to-differ]

i had a weird dream and i thought i’d share

I was the detective in the game The Raven: Legacy of a Master Thief and at some point the train stopped and one of the suspects (the guy with the violin for those who know it) literally kicked me out of the train. I fell into some water and some mermaids found me. They decided they would bring me to their kingdom since apparently I was a “fallen mermaid”. For some reason though, their kingdom was outside the water, on top of some mountain and because when they went out of the water, legs appeared, my lack of a tail wasn’t noticed. There were those weird customs we had to do while climbing the mountain and before actually getting to meet the queen. Like there were some stairs and there was a rope going up at the middle of them and I had to hold on to it while climbing because “the queen doesn’t like it when people don’t hold the rope.” I also think I was supposed to bang my head against the wall at some point but I’m not sure. Unfortunately, I woke up just as we were in front of the door to meet the queen.

[maxbroforce]

I had a dream about “vampires”

I was a friend of this main arranged marriage power couple?

Like the girl who was my friend wasn’t sure about this arranged marriage but eventually agreed. It was a very gold and black with layered robes and headdresses wedding.

They spoke their vows in a different language, and when we talked to the officiant they scoffed at the notion of the groom being good or the ceremony being good because “That’s just Old Essurian/Eshurian. What you did was agree to be sold off!”

Humans were second class citizens. I might have been human and her lady’s maid.

Humans who had been used by the “vampires” had red eyes. like the whole eye was red and glowy but this was just accepted, but seemed to render the humans no longer usable? Or something like that. Like maybe they couldn’t take our blood anymore?

I don’t know if the groom!vamp sucked. I think we ended up hanging out in my old basement and then people kept coming over so I kept getting up to open the door and was getting annoyed. Including telling some of my childhood friends to ‘fuck off with that’ because they kept making out instead of like, behaving normally. Of course I said that in front of my mom too :’). Just tell ya friends to fuck off in front of yer mawm!

Weird tangent aside, I just really like the idea of this strange “vampiric” ruler class speaking a strange language and in a way harkening to the ‘Cave Place’ that I dream about sometimes. For a story concept.

The Cave Place is south in a desert-like area, the sands I think kept contained by almost walls? With one natural opening with an incomplete natural bridge/arch. You go south across the wastes until you hit a large rock face with the caves. There’s just something about the “vampires” that ties them to the caves and Bizzaro!Toronto.

[maxbroforce]

I’m having weird dreams again.

Then I realized that in packing up for the move the box I’d stuffed my big chunk of black tourmaline into (under my bed), has already been moved to the new house.

I... I hope this week isn’t too bad. Last night’s dream was discomforting.

Vaguely, my recollection:

> It centred around a First Nation’s family living somewhere in the bush in a cabin.

> Relatively small cabin, seemingly elevated? Sort of housed an extended family group. I was present as a woman, probably close to my own age.

> The ‘dad’ figure was arguing with the grown son, possibly dream!me’s brother. I don’t actually remember what they were arguing about.

> But the dad took the son and the baby daughter (about 2 years?) and disappeared.

> Eventually he comes back, and here’s where things turn into a horror movie? [eye horror below]

> Son is fine, but dad is all creepy and visually there’s something wrong even I can’t remember. He passes baby daughter back, and we see one of her eyes has been gouged out.

> I’m screaming at him because how dare he “It’s been 57 years!” I say, even though none of us have aged during this time.

> I must have asked why he hurt her, and he said he “took out her eye to bring the summer back. It’s in the fridge.” And I knew with a dread certainty that the eye was in a jar in the fridge.

> I’m screaming and punching him for harming her and there’s this all too visceral feeling when I punch him in the face and my knuckles come into contact with his own, empty, wet, and warm eye socket. He’s missing an eye too.

> He’s just grinning the entire time, now even more withered and zombie-like in appearance.

And that’s when I wake up. Like thanks brain. I love that. Awesome. Gotta ward my fucking bed now.

[scribble-fox]

So I read a post about how it was problematic to make assassins change from a killer to not a killer within one story and I made a mental note to change my story so that the assassin character was like kind of still a killer at the end but like using his skills more for good or whatever. AND I AM 90% SURE I DREAMT THIS And thinking about it now, it makes little sense and I just about rewrote part of my story for the sake of a tumblr post that didn't even exist. It has reminded me to consider the character development carefully, but frankly that was already my number 1 struggle in this rewrite.