Last nights dreams
Jan. 15th, 2020 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelI remember three, increasingly weird.
1. Something to do with holding a bassoon only it was way too big for me and also you had to use your right thumb on the key pads on top (there were like twelve, and you had to do some of them with the side of your thumb??? but I just fiddled around with the top three.
2. I was part of some sort of law enforcement team like criminal minds or ncis, and boss dude was undercover but needed backup, and I was the first to volunteer because my wheelchair meant I wouldn't have to find a chair at the really crowded coffee shop he was waiting at, and all I needed for props was a notebook because "it's LA and everyone in la is working on a script" (lol). So three of us ended up going down, and we waited a bit and then the boss guy left abruptly so we followed him. It was a really bad neighborhood, like everyone had guns???, but the streets were deserted and there was a fire engine on fire, and when we went to investigate there was a guy that drew a gun on us, and I drew my gun but I knew that if I said "federal agents" that I'd have to shoot him (because we had orders that if anyone knew we were feds we were supposed to shoot them) so I just stayed quiet and gestures for my team to back up and we just left
3. This is cut for weird-ass racism wtf brain
We were going to a hotel and each floor had a different Disney theme -- one was Bambi, one was Alice in Wonderland, one was Mickey Mouse -- our floor ended up being based on this old (racist) animation where black people and white skinhead type people were ?sneaking around a swamp throwing spears at each other ? and so the hotel floor had a grid of hallways with a waist-high swamp, and computer generated spears and enemies. We were "the blacks" and had to get through to our rooms without being speared. The spears were sort of "one touch with point = death" -- not poisoned, just that was the rules of the game. So it was enough to just throw or jab into enemy's general direction.
There was one point at which I was waiting in a sort of ambush spot with my spear ready for whoever came down the well lit cross hallway, only the first two were also black people, so I didn't move, and the third was an "Injun" (dream terminology) in full war paint, and I was going to let him pass because not white, but he growled and threw his tomahawk at me and missed, so I jabbed him with spear.
There was also a bit where we (meaning the black people -- mind you, I'm whitey mcwhiterson in RL so why was I black in the dream?) were herded into parallel chutes of some sort, and whoever was first in the chute would survive the thing they were doing (some sort of explosion but from the back), but there was a black kid maybe six years old in front of me, so I had to decide whether to kill him (wtf) so I would be the front person, or sacrifice myself and let him live. There was this small square hole like for a dumbwaiter right next to me, so I got the kid to crawl in, which would protect him and also let me be in front.
Somehow the person behind me also survived, so after the explosion we turned to go crawl over the pile of dead bodies and get back to the swamp, but a hand snaked out of the hole in the wall and grabbed my ankle and a voice said "where do you think you're going?" Turns out the hole was a passage to the kitchen, and the cook was trying to get us in trouble. Cook was white but had some sort of skin issue so I pleaded with him on the basis of skin discrimination, and he eventually let us go.
At that point the white people in the swamp weren't just skinhead type young men, but also women and old people, and I felt really bad about spearing eg teenage girls (dressed like they were from the 50s) but they were white so it was them or me.
Eventually I got to the place where some of the cross hallways were elevated (above the level of the waist high swamp) and had rooms, only I didn't know our room number, and I'd gotten separated from the people I was with, and getting from swamp to elevated portion was hard and left you vulnerable while you were trying to climb up, so I just stayed in the swamp instead.
...I have no idea what any of that means. Or why my dream was so racist wtf.
1. Something to do with holding a bassoon only it was way too big for me and also you had to use your right thumb on the key pads on top (there were like twelve, and you had to do some of them with the side of your thumb??? but I just fiddled around with the top three.
2. I was part of some sort of law enforcement team like criminal minds or ncis, and boss dude was undercover but needed backup, and I was the first to volunteer because my wheelchair meant I wouldn't have to find a chair at the really crowded coffee shop he was waiting at, and all I needed for props was a notebook because "it's LA and everyone in la is working on a script" (lol). So three of us ended up going down, and we waited a bit and then the boss guy left abruptly so we followed him. It was a really bad neighborhood, like everyone had guns???, but the streets were deserted and there was a fire engine on fire, and when we went to investigate there was a guy that drew a gun on us, and I drew my gun but I knew that if I said "federal agents" that I'd have to shoot him (because we had orders that if anyone knew we were feds we were supposed to shoot them) so I just stayed quiet and gestures for my team to back up and we just left
3. This is cut for weird-ass racism wtf brain
We were going to a hotel and each floor had a different Disney theme -- one was Bambi, one was Alice in Wonderland, one was Mickey Mouse -- our floor ended up being based on this old (racist) animation where black people and white skinhead type people were ?sneaking around a swamp throwing spears at each other ? and so the hotel floor had a grid of hallways with a waist-high swamp, and computer generated spears and enemies. We were "the blacks" and had to get through to our rooms without being speared. The spears were sort of "one touch with point = death" -- not poisoned, just that was the rules of the game. So it was enough to just throw or jab into enemy's general direction.
There was one point at which I was waiting in a sort of ambush spot with my spear ready for whoever came down the well lit cross hallway, only the first two were also black people, so I didn't move, and the third was an "Injun" (dream terminology) in full war paint, and I was going to let him pass because not white, but he growled and threw his tomahawk at me and missed, so I jabbed him with spear.
There was also a bit where we (meaning the black people -- mind you, I'm whitey mcwhiterson in RL so why was I black in the dream?) were herded into parallel chutes of some sort, and whoever was first in the chute would survive the thing they were doing (some sort of explosion but from the back), but there was a black kid maybe six years old in front of me, so I had to decide whether to kill him (wtf) so I would be the front person, or sacrifice myself and let him live. There was this small square hole like for a dumbwaiter right next to me, so I got the kid to crawl in, which would protect him and also let me be in front.
Somehow the person behind me also survived, so after the explosion we turned to go crawl over the pile of dead bodies and get back to the swamp, but a hand snaked out of the hole in the wall and grabbed my ankle and a voice said "where do you think you're going?" Turns out the hole was a passage to the kitchen, and the cook was trying to get us in trouble. Cook was white but had some sort of skin issue so I pleaded with him on the basis of skin discrimination, and he eventually let us go.
At that point the white people in the swamp weren't just skinhead type young men, but also women and old people, and I felt really bad about spearing eg teenage girls (dressed like they were from the 50s) but they were white so it was them or me.
Eventually I got to the place where some of the cross hallways were elevated (above the level of the waist high swamp) and had rooms, only I didn't know our room number, and I'd gotten separated from the people I was with, and getting from swamp to elevated portion was hard and left you vulnerable while you were trying to climb up, so I just stayed in the swamp instead.
...I have no idea what any of that means. Or why my dream was so racist wtf.