December 4, 2003

• I had two dreams last night. Guess my brain’s making up for lost time. Argh, my sleep’s been so crappy lately.

  
  

  The first dream was Lovecraftian. If you don’t know Lovecraft, go read some!

  
  

  An uncle had been murdered, and I wanted to find out who did it. So I got this dried up larval thing and stuck it in glass case with a corpse. It was all bundled up in the corpse’s arms like a little baby. Then I did something, performed some spell or something, which made the little bugger come back to life.

  
  

  Dried up, it had a head like a flattened starfish with a gaping maw which opened five ways on it’s face. There were no eyes or other sense organs that I could see. From the back of the star extended a dried up protuberance like a dessicated sausage.

  
  

                        

  
  

  Once the creature was reanimated, the starfish head fleshed out a little and the mouth could open and close (and slobber). The sausage-like extenstion in the back really fleshed out and became as long as my forearm and spongy like any larva. Its gellid, semi-translucent body squirmed about like dismembered limb.

  
  

                        

  
  

  This necro-larva (for want of a better word) was supposed to reanimated the dead body and speak through it to tell me who the murderer was. Instead it tried to break through the glass and get me. Guess it prefered looking like a demented doggy treat than being reconstituted.

  
  

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  The second dream was more disjointed. I was an alien among aliens, but no one could figure out what I was, not even me. There were humans there, but I wasn’t one of them either even though I looked mostly like one.

  
  

  Since no one could figure out what I was, I didn’t have “sentient status” which meant I didn’t have any rights and could be used as a slave or whatever anyone liked. Fortunately, there was a family that took me in as their “slave” and took pretty good care of me.

  
  

  Unfortunately, they weren’t very wealthy and had a lot of mouths to feed. They were also between homes and the hotel didn’t want any unknown aliens on their premises so I had to go out onto the street to sleep. First I found money and bought lotto tickets for the family, but they were all losers. Then I saw some kind of bowling deathmatch, winner takes all, so I tried that out.

  
  

  You had to make your way up a double-dip slide while bowling balls were shot at you along the lanes below and then from above. If you were the last survivor, you won. Let’s just say I was uniquely suited to dogding the balls.

  
  

  I won, but they wouldn’t give me the money because I wasn’t legally a sentient. (Like it’s against the law to be intelligent, heh.) However, the owner of the games was a big crime boss and a rival gang had kidnapped his daughter or she had simple gone missing. No one was sure. So I said I would find her and then they would have to give me the money. They laughed at me but agreed.

  
  

  I woke up before finding out if I found her though.

  
  

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  Addendum to the first dream… I took the time to draw pictures, scan them, color them, and paste them to my blog, and what happens? Well, if you can see them, all well and good, if you can’t (like me) and would like to, go here…

  
  

  http://harmony0strs.topcities.com/images/pic1.jpg

  
  

  http://harmony0strs.topcities.com/images/pic2.jpg

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