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Another oddball dream
Jan. 11th, 2007 08:32 amLast night, I dreamt that I was going through a farmer's market/plant shop, looking at a bunch of different seedlings of exotic hybrids. I was trying to decide which I wanted to buy for my garden when I found out that we were under attack. Apparently I was part of some kind of tribe, and another tribe was attacking us. We all lined up, and then they burst out of the trees. The social structure felt kind of primitive, but we had some kind of sophisticated laser-like weapons that caused beams and shells and explosions of multi-colored light, so the whole thing looked pretty comicbook-like with colors all over the place. I discovered that if I aimed directly at someone's gun, their gun seemed to light up with an orange circle around it, as if there was some kind of targeting program in my eyes.
I was starting to get the hang of things, when this guy in a jumpsuit of light walked out between the armies holding a shield. He had come from space, and happened to land with the other side, but was trying to broker a peace treaty between us because the evil warlord Muzu and his hordes were poised to sweep down and kill us all, and the only hope was for us to stop fighting and become allies. He dropped his shield as a gesture of trust. A truce was declared.
But when we went back to our lines, we found that our adolescents (who had been guarding some kind of round tent) hadn't known about the truce and were fighting with the teens from the other tribe. I tried to get them to stop and reason with them about Muzu, but some of them persisted in fighting. I got really angry and started to beat up the ring leader. In my rage, I turned into this 7 foot tall, blond, Amazonian warrior. Apparently I had activated some great destiny or something. I realized this all when I snapped out of killing rage, several feet off the ground because I had climbed a pole behind my back, was holding myself up on the pole with my left hand behind my back while I threw the troublemaker across the tent with my right. I realized I'd killed him and felt awful. But the lightman from the stars said that since I had mystical killing powers, I might have mystical healing powers, too. We went over and tried to put him back together. He'd been sliced like a beet - lots and lots of quarter inch thick slices (although how this happened from being thrown across a room, I don't know). I tried to push him back together with my hands, crying. And suddenly the pieces started melding back together while an incredibly cheesy song about the healing power of love played in the background.
Oh god, I've dreamed a really bad Mary Sue fanfic.
I was starting to get the hang of things, when this guy in a jumpsuit of light walked out between the armies holding a shield. He had come from space, and happened to land with the other side, but was trying to broker a peace treaty between us because the evil warlord Muzu and his hordes were poised to sweep down and kill us all, and the only hope was for us to stop fighting and become allies. He dropped his shield as a gesture of trust. A truce was declared.
But when we went back to our lines, we found that our adolescents (who had been guarding some kind of round tent) hadn't known about the truce and were fighting with the teens from the other tribe. I tried to get them to stop and reason with them about Muzu, but some of them persisted in fighting. I got really angry and started to beat up the ring leader. In my rage, I turned into this 7 foot tall, blond, Amazonian warrior. Apparently I had activated some great destiny or something. I realized this all when I snapped out of killing rage, several feet off the ground because I had climbed a pole behind my back, was holding myself up on the pole with my left hand behind my back while I threw the troublemaker across the tent with my right. I realized I'd killed him and felt awful. But the lightman from the stars said that since I had mystical killing powers, I might have mystical healing powers, too. We went over and tried to put him back together. He'd been sliced like a beet - lots and lots of quarter inch thick slices (although how this happened from being thrown across a room, I don't know). I tried to push him back together with my hands, crying. And suddenly the pieces started melding back together while an incredibly cheesy song about the healing power of love played in the background.
Oh god, I've dreamed a really bad Mary Sue fanfic.
