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Dreams: a trip inside my mind
Feb. 16th, 2014 12:19 pmThis morning probably fuelled by little sleep I had one of the most intense dreams I can recall.
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I am become death, saviour of worlds
Jan. 25th, 2014 10:39 am[Alt title: He who has the power of death also has the power of life]
Had a very thematically focused set of dreams-within-a-dream last night, which was eventually revealed to be a vision quest at the end through which was revealed my inner self as a god or spirit of death (Eloin) and the subsequent new beginnings it brings. They were linked together by always fading back to the same supermarket carpark (or be it rather different each time) where I was trying to find my car and also some friends who had come with me. There was also what seemed to be some pre-orgy frottage happening which I rather wish had gone further ;)
When I did finally find my friends shortly before the dream ended it turned up they had set up the quest/visions at my request and with the aid of a slightly older goddess who happened to be the aunt of one of them.
( scenes I remember (trigger warning) )
Had a very thematically focused set of dreams-within-a-dream last night, which was eventually revealed to be a vision quest at the end through which was revealed my inner self as a god or spirit of death (Eloin) and the subsequent new beginnings it brings. They were linked together by always fading back to the same supermarket carpark (or be it rather different each time) where I was trying to find my car and also some friends who had come with me. There was also what seemed to be some pre-orgy frottage happening which I rather wish had gone further ;)
When I did finally find my friends shortly before the dream ended it turned up they had set up the quest/visions at my request and with the aid of a slightly older goddess who happened to be the aunt of one of them.
( scenes I remember (trigger warning) )
I had a number of dreams last night that I wanted to record details of but I let the monkey get the better of me for too long this moring and going to work took precedence.
I do remember
- it was about Xmas time and in between other bits of the dream I was visiting people for various meals
- meeting a woman (through an article on greek mythology or similar she wrote in in Canta) about my age, who I hit it off with. She apparently knew of me by reputation and wondered why I was single, given that apparently a lot of women talked about wanting to go out with / sleep with me behind my back. By the end of the encounter I wasn't technically single any more.
-- she had either short sandy or log red hair, and was bulkily proportioned but not unpleasantly so.
- quite a bit of the rest of the dream had an undercurrent of waiting to hear back from her by txt - eventually I called and she'd just been too busy (Xmas) and out of town. She never came back into the dream.
- at the last meal I somehow ripped a huge lump of what looked like mutton fat out off my foot, leaving an open wound (about half of my foot) with stringy raw-looking but not bleeding flesh behind. It then turned out that we were in a research facility where a zombie virus had got loose - very slow onset but a lot of my friends were already in more advanced stages. I decided to fight it (and them) as long as I could with whatever means at my disposal - I got bitten a few times (by people who are unlikely ever to bite me in real life) to little effect. Some army guys did turn up with sub-machine guns but when I got my hands on one they only fired bbs and while an auto burst of 20-odd bbs to the chest or head wouldn't be healthy for a living person all they did to zombies was knock them backwards a little bit, if that. Completely failed to stop them escaping the station, several people were arguing that letting them out was the right thing to do.
- I can't remember exactly where in the dream - before or after the zombies but I took a wrong turn driving through Chch and ended up on a one way street to the top of the Catholic cathedral (pre-quake and with a fifth much taller spire in the centre) where I talked with a statue which might have been the Archangel Michael about something he needed/wanted me to do or something I had done on his behalf, although I'm not clear what that was.
I do remember
- it was about Xmas time and in between other bits of the dream I was visiting people for various meals
- meeting a woman (through an article on greek mythology or similar she wrote in in Canta) about my age, who I hit it off with. She apparently knew of me by reputation and wondered why I was single, given that apparently a lot of women talked about wanting to go out with / sleep with me behind my back. By the end of the encounter I wasn't technically single any more.
-- she had either short sandy or log red hair, and was bulkily proportioned but not unpleasantly so.
- quite a bit of the rest of the dream had an undercurrent of waiting to hear back from her by txt - eventually I called and she'd just been too busy (Xmas) and out of town. She never came back into the dream.
- at the last meal I somehow ripped a huge lump of what looked like mutton fat out off my foot, leaving an open wound (about half of my foot) with stringy raw-looking but not bleeding flesh behind. It then turned out that we were in a research facility where a zombie virus had got loose - very slow onset but a lot of my friends were already in more advanced stages. I decided to fight it (and them) as long as I could with whatever means at my disposal - I got bitten a few times (by people who are unlikely ever to bite me in real life) to little effect. Some army guys did turn up with sub-machine guns but when I got my hands on one they only fired bbs and while an auto burst of 20-odd bbs to the chest or head wouldn't be healthy for a living person all they did to zombies was knock them backwards a little bit, if that. Completely failed to stop them escaping the station, several people were arguing that letting them out was the right thing to do.
- I can't remember exactly where in the dream - before or after the zombies but I took a wrong turn driving through Chch and ended up on a one way street to the top of the Catholic cathedral (pre-quake and with a fifth much taller spire in the centre) where I talked with a statue which might have been the Archangel Michael about something he needed/wanted me to do or something I had done on his behalf, although I'm not clear what that was.
Long and complicated dream
Dec. 28th, 2013 11:54 am#drwho
Started with a quest in what seemed to be the Simpsons to prevent something happening, leading to the the assembly of a magical artifact (physically two massive silver or mithral plugs) which pulled the immediate location out of time while putting the rest of time into a complicated loop, which if you managed to take the right set of corners could be escaped and navigated around the outside by a set of stairs which almost but not quite turned at right angles each time the timeline reset.
Something happened during the episode which was the precursor/complement to something set up 5 seasons earlier a level of pre-planning I was impressed by.
For some reason Rincewind was also stuck traversing these stairs. [cameo?]
There were a lot of stairs but they were outside time so you could spend the nearly-forever it took to walk/climb their entire length. There were cupboards you could look through to catch a glimpse of events in version of the timeline on the other side - although occasionally someone would also open them from the other side. There were a group of 2-3 villains (I can only remember partial specifics of two of them - a man in a brown coat who was leader and a woman in a red coat) who were traversing the stairs back to the "beginning" (because it was a loop) where they connected to the oldest/first/original timeline so they could set things up to rule over all the timelines forever (apparently the timelines didn't have to play out the same way each time, only in generalities about the beginning and end). They started old but acquired artifacts/power ups as they went to restore their youth and give them subtle powers (like mind control) by the time they entered the timeline.
Meanwhile the Doctors Who (1 to 11 who were also trapped - one per timeline) got involved - first they tried wiping out humanity about WWII by giving advanced technology to a race of gnomes - that didn't actually work because it just meant that gnomes were dominant for the rest of the timeline. So then they worked around the stairs (in conflict with the villains), force-regenerating on the stairs at the points matching where they regenerated in the timelines to set up an energy pattern which blew apart the artifact, did ghod knows what to the timelines (shortly after the villains had entered) and opened up a bleak new future wasteland where they were finally able to become 12.
This possibly just goes to show how much Who I've osmosed from FB/Tumblr over the past month.
Started with a quest in what seemed to be the Simpsons to prevent something happening, leading to the the assembly of a magical artifact (physically two massive silver or mithral plugs) which pulled the immediate location out of time while putting the rest of time into a complicated loop, which if you managed to take the right set of corners could be escaped and navigated around the outside by a set of stairs which almost but not quite turned at right angles each time the timeline reset.
Something happened during the episode which was the precursor/complement to something set up 5 seasons earlier a level of pre-planning I was impressed by.
For some reason Rincewind was also stuck traversing these stairs. [cameo?]
There were a lot of stairs but they were outside time so you could spend the nearly-forever it took to walk/climb their entire length. There were cupboards you could look through to catch a glimpse of events in version of the timeline on the other side - although occasionally someone would also open them from the other side. There were a group of 2-3 villains (I can only remember partial specifics of two of them - a man in a brown coat who was leader and a woman in a red coat) who were traversing the stairs back to the "beginning" (because it was a loop) where they connected to the oldest/first/original timeline so they could set things up to rule over all the timelines forever (apparently the timelines didn't have to play out the same way each time, only in generalities about the beginning and end). They started old but acquired artifacts/power ups as they went to restore their youth and give them subtle powers (like mind control) by the time they entered the timeline.
Meanwhile the Doctors Who (1 to 11 who were also trapped - one per timeline) got involved - first they tried wiping out humanity about WWII by giving advanced technology to a race of gnomes - that didn't actually work because it just meant that gnomes were dominant for the rest of the timeline. So then they worked around the stairs (in conflict with the villains), force-regenerating on the stairs at the points matching where they regenerated in the timelines to set up an energy pattern which blew apart the artifact, did ghod knows what to the timelines (shortly after the villains had entered) and opened up a bleak new future wasteland where they were finally able to become 12.
This possibly just goes to show how much Who I've osmosed from FB/Tumblr over the past month.
Dreams and bleh
Dec. 26th, 2013 12:27 pmUgh. Finally out of bed after a night filled with dreams about loss, anger and frustration. There were only a couple of bright spots - one where someone I liked from my old work showed up as a new employee at current work, and one near the beginning of the last dream which was about #AHChch being gradually overrun by people - at first just a few friends deciding on an impromptu working bee (although it was later on a Friday and the light was fast vanishing) which was great, then more friends and acquaintances either joining in or turning up to have a look around (which was fine except when some of them started ignoring the danger signs and going into the manager's residence), and then lots of random people all with no oversight whatsoever which would be fine under some conditions but definitely wasn't under these ones.
So there I was trying to track down and shoo people out of the managers' residence which
- was fairly dark inside and no less damaged
- someone (not us) had spent time booby trapping; in obvious ways and easily avoided by my superior knowledge of the place inside and a noticed-but-not-encountered ankle-biting spiked wooden palisade around the patio gardens (not actually a bad idea)
- had developed a lot more rooms including facilities for a bar/night club overlooking a large indoor swimming pool (wouldn't that be nice), a lot more open doors onto the main building (also larger)
- was quivering as if a shake was incoming.
And eventually woke up with the whole situation unresolved, then lay in bed feeling mopey for another couple of hours.
By this time of the year hope is something I have in very short supply.
So there I was trying to track down and shoo people out of the managers' residence which
- was fairly dark inside and no less damaged
- someone (not us) had spent time booby trapping; in obvious ways and easily avoided by my superior knowledge of the place inside and a noticed-but-not-encountered ankle-biting spiked wooden palisade around the patio gardens (not actually a bad idea)
- had developed a lot more rooms including facilities for a bar/night club overlooking a large indoor swimming pool (wouldn't that be nice), a lot more open doors onto the main building (also larger)
- was quivering as if a shake was incoming.
And eventually woke up with the whole situation unresolved, then lay in bed feeling mopey for another couple of hours.
By this time of the year hope is something I have in very short supply.
Glutenated dreams
Dec. 13th, 2013 09:43 am- After dealing (or trying to) repeated incursions of kids into #AHChch being caught in there for a major quake which basically split the main building in two (lengthwise) and collapsed the outer walls. Got out fine afterwards but managed to drop and break *two* phones trying to take photos of the destruction and may have cut my hand on one of them.
- Later clips from a future-war TV series a mix of the interactions (often short and intense) between soldiers at base and brutal grunt combat.
- Tailing off into a one one one ritual challenge with mystical elements which I need to write up more fully later for use in a game some day.
- Later clips from a future-war TV series a mix of the interactions (often short and intense) between soldiers at base and brutal grunt combat.
- Tailing off into a one one one ritual challenge with mystical elements which I need to write up more fully later for use in a game some day.
Procrastinate All-The-Things
Nov. 23rd, 2013 11:48 amI find myself in that most unusual of situations, an entire weekend where no-one else has any prior claim to my time. The intent is to get a whole lot of things done, but as a sedate pace rather than rushed and crammed in.
So far:
- stayed up until nearly 3am finishing a game of FreeCiv
- had a non-guilty lie in* (and still didn't get up that much later than I have been guiltily dragging myself out of bed this week)
Should actually be
- laundry
- vacumning
- moving TV etc back into the lounge
- cleaning bathroom
- washing, cleaning out & vacumning car
- sawing up branches into firewood and mowing the lawn behind where they are piled
- knocking the mortar off more of the bricks left from the chimney
- writing at least one substantial blog post
- burning a DVD or two of photos and moving them from "Recent" to the "Archive" directory [final count 10]
- similar backup of other data
- backing up phone contacts etc
- replying to Hall emails
- other (mostly digital) administrivia tasks
- tidying the office
- sorting out Arcana Unearthed spell list spreadsheet for Thursday game
- working on a Marvel Supers game
~~~
* included a dream where there was a working bee at #AHChch and all these people I didn't know showed up until we had a chapel full. some people knew what they wanted to do and were just going and doing it in a fairly chaotic fashion, most people were new to the Hall and didn't really seem to know what they should be doing. A & I (at cross purposes) were just starting to get everyone quieted down so we could start organising work-groups when the dream ended.
* it didn't help that this was one of those dreams where my eyes weren't working properly.
* some of the pews had been replaced with really old ornately carved dark wooded pews - which I couldn't resist running my handover as I walked past
* in the middle of the fabric room was a large indoor garden where some people may have been having a picnic
So far:
- stayed up until nearly 3am finishing a game of FreeCiv
- had a non-guilty lie in* (and still didn't get up that much later than I have been guiltily dragging myself out of bed this week)
Should actually be
- laundry
- vacumning
- moving TV etc back into the lounge
- cleaning bathroom
- washing, cleaning out & vacumning car
- sawing up branches into firewood and mowing the lawn behind where they are piled
- knocking the mortar off more of the bricks left from the chimney
- writing at least one substantial blog post
- burning a DVD or two of photos and moving them from "Recent" to the "Archive" directory [final count 10]
- similar backup of other data
- backing up phone contacts etc
- replying to Hall emails
- other (mostly digital) administrivia tasks
- tidying the office
- sorting out Arcana Unearthed spell list spreadsheet for Thursday game
- working on a Marvel Supers game
~~~
* included a dream where there was a working bee at #AHChch and all these people I didn't know showed up until we had a chapel full. some people knew what they wanted to do and were just going and doing it in a fairly chaotic fashion, most people were new to the Hall and didn't really seem to know what they should be doing. A & I (at cross purposes) were just starting to get everyone quieted down so we could start organising work-groups when the dream ended.
* it didn't help that this was one of those dreams where my eyes weren't working properly.
* some of the pews had been replaced with really old ornately carved dark wooded pews - which I couldn't resist running my handover as I walked past
* in the middle of the fabric room was a large indoor garden where some people may have been having a picnic
Gluten fuelled dreams
Aug. 4th, 2013 12:52 pmOK so maybe I shouldn't have partaken of that pizza yesterday. But it was delicious. (Alternatively or additionally it is possible that Burgers and Beers kitchen was so busy they accidentally missed the "gluten free bun" part of my order. I did think the quality of the bun had improved dramatically since last I ate there ...)
Anyway four dreams that I remember from last night
- first was about a woman training to be a pilot - of four ranks (determining what kind of fighter plane you could fly in some competition) she achieved three, but kept failing the fourth test despite being perfect in practice. At a vital moment she would always lose focus with a thought she didn't know but had fallen for. just before her last chance at the test she reached the epiphany that all she really wanted was to fly planes and the test./rank itself wasn't actually that important to her.
Next thing the guy shows up as part of a team form another country - specifically looking for her (in a level 4 plane, which she isn't in of course) have heard of and fallen for her by reputation. something happens which involves one of the other team turning traitor and shooting down planes (with bow and arrow form his plane? They're all WWI open-cockpit biplane/triplane styles) anyway she becomes aware of her mystery gy when he crashes taking the traitor out and they are united, happily ever after etc.
- second was about dropping someone home - or not being able to get someone all the way home and leaving him in the parking garage of my apartment building for someone else to take the rest of the way, and using a farewell hug to start kissing me. Which I was OK wit the first one but not so happy with the repeats because y'know, not interested in him like that. Not sorry to have to let him down, hope he could take no for an answer.
- third took me back to secondary school and dealing with having lost my temper although the background circumstances were different form anything that actually happened. I was righteously angry and the seniors were this time on my side, and recognised the negative school culture issues needing changed - the relevant staff who could make the changes dismissed it as just a temper tantrum. I woke up from this one in a pool of cold sweat which is a pretty clear sign that a gluten-response/purge was involved.
- finally I had a losing-control-of-my-car dream - unlike the usual one which is about the brakes not responding or having no visibility this one was about the car continuing to accelerate getting dangerously close to the vehicles (and improbably fast running terrified horses) around me. At some point I failed to take a corner and the car was rolling through mid-air and about to crash - at which point I woke up.
Anyway four dreams that I remember from last night
- first was about a woman training to be a pilot - of four ranks (determining what kind of fighter plane you could fly in some competition) she achieved three, but kept failing the fourth test despite being perfect in practice. At a vital moment she would always lose focus with a thought she didn't know but had fallen for. just before her last chance at the test she reached the epiphany that all she really wanted was to fly planes and the test./rank itself wasn't actually that important to her.
Next thing the guy shows up as part of a team form another country - specifically looking for her (in a level 4 plane, which she isn't in of course) have heard of and fallen for her by reputation. something happens which involves one of the other team turning traitor and shooting down planes (with bow and arrow form his plane? They're all WWI open-cockpit biplane/triplane styles) anyway she becomes aware of her mystery gy when he crashes taking the traitor out and they are united, happily ever after etc.
- second was about dropping someone home - or not being able to get someone all the way home and leaving him in the parking garage of my apartment building for someone else to take the rest of the way, and using a farewell hug to start kissing me. Which I was OK wit the first one but not so happy with the repeats because y'know, not interested in him like that. Not sorry to have to let him down, hope he could take no for an answer.
- third took me back to secondary school and dealing with having lost my temper although the background circumstances were different form anything that actually happened. I was righteously angry and the seniors were this time on my side, and recognised the negative school culture issues needing changed - the relevant staff who could make the changes dismissed it as just a temper tantrum. I woke up from this one in a pool of cold sweat which is a pretty clear sign that a gluten-response/purge was involved.
- finally I had a losing-control-of-my-car dream - unlike the usual one which is about the brakes not responding or having no visibility this one was about the car continuing to accelerate getting dangerously close to the vehicles (and improbably fast running terrified horses) around me. At some point I failed to take a corner and the car was rolling through mid-air and about to crash - at which point I woke up.
Dreaming more new games
Jun. 9th, 2013 02:34 pmI dreamed a lot last night. This included two boardgames which occurred either the evening before or at an event like BoD or KapCon
The first was actually card-based, but was played a scored on a board. I remember that the board and art on the cards were of excellent quality and I felt it was good value at $40, although I may also have found it on a sale table. Rarely, it was one I had purchased without plying before. I also remember explicitly calling out what company it was made by although I can;t for the life of me remember who now. The cards (in the deck I was playing with) had names like "Plague of Orcs", "Gravediggers Curse", "Troop Levy" and "Tower of [something]" (the picture was a dark, square-crenellated tower on a hill).
The mechanics were that there were 3 slots on the tableau (per player) where you played cards, and each card had three abilities, which one activated depended on which slot it was placed in.
- the first slot was purely for the point value on the card
- the second slot modified the first card played - usually either multiplying the points or changing the card type. These weren't always beneficial.
- the third slot could retain it's card between rounds (so you didn't always play into it). The card here would affect something else about the game - the only explicit two I remember were giving you an additional scoring stack (then discarding), and forcing your opponent to clear his 3rd slot. I suspect others might include extra points for particular types of cards, a larger hand/draw size or forcing the opponent to discard/draw fewer.
Once all three slots were full the first two cards went to a scoring stack and points were recorded. This was the most recent scoring stack and the top card of any other scoring stack in the line was also scored again.
It seemed there were two ways to handle drawing cards (agreed before the game) - draw one, consider, pick a slot, draw second ... kind of ala Biblios, or from a hand of 5 drawn up to full at the beginning of the turn.
I'm not clear what the winning conditions were but probably most points once both decks (two players) were exhausted.
At some point instead of physically we started playing this pseudo-electronically using an overlay - it wasn't even an interface yet more of a wireframe - developed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morbid_curious. The focus shifted away from the game to feedback on the wireframe which then became intended for a study examining how the order in which questions were asked - or more specifically how the images accompanying earlier questions affected peoples answers to later questions in the series.
~~~
The second game had an outer scoretrack (scores started at 100 for reasons which will become apparent later) and an inner numbered track winding its way from on end of the board to the other. On this track each player had 3 or four tokens starting at various points and there was a dragon token which started at 0. The mechanic was rolling two dice each of which you could use to move one of your tokens and the sum of which your scoretrack marker moved, and another dice which moved the dragon token.
- if you managed to land one of your tokens on another of your tokens you could thereafter move them as one
- if you managed to land one of your tokens on another player's token you could have it removed from the game.
- If the dragon landed on or overtook a token it was removed from the game and if it was another player's token the person who rolled the dice moved back the number of spaces on the scoretrack that the token had reached on the inner track.
- The game was be won by having the lowest score when there was only one (or fewer) surviours or the dragon reached the end of the inner track (I've an idea that if you got a token off the end of the inner track it was "safe" but that's not clear. At one point it also seemed there was a way for the dragon to get onto the outer track and nom on your score markers.)
My opinion on this game was that it was probably too snakes-and-ladders-y and dice driven, and wouldn't stand up to much replaying.
~~~
I was able to pick out the influences for most of the mechanics in these two games, including the little card game M is developing and brought along to SAGA on Thursday to playtest.
~~~
Other dreams for the night that I remember parts of featured some form of mechanical trade fair or show, getting my hand nicked by the tail rotor of a helicopter just starting up (just a scratch - mmm nommy blood), missing a couple of phone calls and some very pleasant encounters with willing young ladies.
The first was actually card-based, but was played a scored on a board. I remember that the board and art on the cards were of excellent quality and I felt it was good value at $40, although I may also have found it on a sale table. Rarely, it was one I had purchased without plying before. I also remember explicitly calling out what company it was made by although I can;t for the life of me remember who now. The cards (in the deck I was playing with) had names like "Plague of Orcs", "Gravediggers Curse", "Troop Levy" and "Tower of [something]" (the picture was a dark, square-crenellated tower on a hill).
The mechanics were that there were 3 slots on the tableau (per player) where you played cards, and each card had three abilities, which one activated depended on which slot it was placed in.
- the first slot was purely for the point value on the card
- the second slot modified the first card played - usually either multiplying the points or changing the card type. These weren't always beneficial.
- the third slot could retain it's card between rounds (so you didn't always play into it). The card here would affect something else about the game - the only explicit two I remember were giving you an additional scoring stack (then discarding), and forcing your opponent to clear his 3rd slot. I suspect others might include extra points for particular types of cards, a larger hand/draw size or forcing the opponent to discard/draw fewer.
Once all three slots were full the first two cards went to a scoring stack and points were recorded. This was the most recent scoring stack and the top card of any other scoring stack in the line was also scored again.
It seemed there were two ways to handle drawing cards (agreed before the game) - draw one, consider, pick a slot, draw second ... kind of ala Biblios, or from a hand of 5 drawn up to full at the beginning of the turn.
I'm not clear what the winning conditions were but probably most points once both decks (two players) were exhausted.
At some point instead of physically we started playing this pseudo-electronically using an overlay - it wasn't even an interface yet more of a wireframe - developed by
morbid_curious. The focus shifted away from the game to feedback on the wireframe which then became intended for a study examining how the order in which questions were asked - or more specifically how the images accompanying earlier questions affected peoples answers to later questions in the series. ~~~
The second game had an outer scoretrack (scores started at 100 for reasons which will become apparent later) and an inner numbered track winding its way from on end of the board to the other. On this track each player had 3 or four tokens starting at various points and there was a dragon token which started at 0. The mechanic was rolling two dice each of which you could use to move one of your tokens and the sum of which your scoretrack marker moved, and another dice which moved the dragon token.
- if you managed to land one of your tokens on another of your tokens you could thereafter move them as one
- if you managed to land one of your tokens on another player's token you could have it removed from the game.
- If the dragon landed on or overtook a token it was removed from the game and if it was another player's token the person who rolled the dice moved back the number of spaces on the scoretrack that the token had reached on the inner track.
- The game was be won by having the lowest score when there was only one (or fewer) surviours or the dragon reached the end of the inner track (I've an idea that if you got a token off the end of the inner track it was "safe" but that's not clear. At one point it also seemed there was a way for the dragon to get onto the outer track and nom on your score markers.)
My opinion on this game was that it was probably too snakes-and-ladders-y and dice driven, and wouldn't stand up to much replaying.
~~~
I was able to pick out the influences for most of the mechanics in these two games, including the little card game M is developing and brought along to SAGA on Thursday to playtest.
~~~
Other dreams for the night that I remember parts of featured some form of mechanical trade fair or show, getting my hand nicked by the tail rotor of a helicopter just starting up (just a scratch - mmm nommy blood), missing a couple of phone calls and some very pleasant encounters with willing young ladies.
Wierd ass dreams
Apr. 22nd, 2013 09:06 amMix Wizard of Oz, Narnia and a bunch of other childhood literary references in an Erfworld style setting; presented as a holiday TV special cumulating with Aslan leading a musical number; aside with a behind-the-scenes look at how the writer addressed some social issues such as culturism; then epilogue with Father Christmas and going home (childhood home). Ho ho ho.
I actually woke up feeling a little bit reborn, which lasted until about halfway through my shower. Probably more to do with only having 4 hours sleep including dreaming.
That was at least better than the preceding dream which involved having lost track of some valuable #AH fittings, which might have been stolen or might just have been stored in another room/building/bathtub. (I found the silver cutlery in a bathtub at a party that the LFoD was also attending.)
I actually woke up feeling a little bit reborn, which lasted until about halfway through my shower. Probably more to do with only having 4 hours sleep including dreaming.
That was at least better than the preceding dream which involved having lost track of some valuable #AH fittings, which might have been stolen or might just have been stored in another room/building/bathtub. (I found the silver cutlery in a bathtub at a party that the LFoD was also attending.)
Going to be a long day
Feb. 18th, 2013 09:36 amUgg. Between 7am and 9am managed to dream
- that I dropped my phone in an urinal
- couldn't find my bed in a dormitory
- couldn't remember what class I was supposed to be at
- managed to absent-mindedly leave the supermarket by the wrong door without paying for my trolley of vegetables
- realised this when I was nearly home (which was the 'home' where I grew up), then couldn't get inside in time to answer the phone, then kept finding random carrots and potatoes to add to the trolley.
Wouldn't have still been in bed that late except for a 2am #AH false alarm.
It's going to be a long day.
- that I dropped my phone in an urinal
- couldn't find my bed in a dormitory
- couldn't remember what class I was supposed to be at
- managed to absent-mindedly leave the supermarket by the wrong door without paying for my trolley of vegetables
- realised this when I was nearly home (which was the 'home' where I grew up), then couldn't get inside in time to answer the phone, then kept finding random carrots and potatoes to add to the trolley.
Wouldn't have still been in bed that late except for a 2am #AH false alarm.
It's going to be a long day.
Zombies, zombie, zombie
May. 9th, 2012 07:47 amI think I dreamt an entire zombie movie last night, and possibly snippets of a sequel. I may be in a bit of a zombie state myself after only 5-6 hours sleep (but relatively uninterrupted), but I was awake and have things to do.
Conveniently this meant I was out of bed for a 6:50am AH (false) alarm, and it fortunately occurred after my shower and just before I was about to put a pot of porridge on the stove.
Things to do includes re-doing a bunch of stuff from yesterday having accidentally found and triggered an aggravatingly destructive bug in another bit of the code from what I was altering/testing, right at the end of the day. (Normally that combination of parameters an script calls could not occur... at least I now know that bug exists #silverlining ). Fortunately - nightly backups, only a day of data and changes on the server lost.
I was in a somewhat work-zombified state at that stage too, Tuesday was a bit of a struggle - may have overdone it on Monday when I somehow managed 7 hours billable plus a couple of hours at the hall plus sundry other stuff.
Conveniently this meant I was out of bed for a 6:50am AH (false) alarm, and it fortunately occurred after my shower and just before I was about to put a pot of porridge on the stove.
Things to do includes re-doing a bunch of stuff from yesterday having accidentally found and triggered an aggravatingly destructive bug in another bit of the code from what I was altering/testing, right at the end of the day. (Normally that combination of parameters an script calls could not occur... at least I now know that bug exists #silverlining ). Fortunately - nightly backups, only a day of data and changes on the server lost.
I was in a somewhat work-zombified state at that stage too, Tuesday was a bit of a struggle - may have overdone it on Monday when I somehow managed 7 hours billable plus a couple of hours at the hall plus sundry other stuff.
Overdeveloped
Jan. 8th, 2012 10:22 amI had a dream this morning in which I was going to run Keep on the Borderlands (possibly even using oD&D) for a couple of kids, one adult and possibly a goblin. In conjunction with the fact that I found myself reading the Shadowrun rules in preparation for Gemini last night, and tossing up converting another B-series module for 3E when I re-discovered it while cleaning the office there's some indication my gaming mojo is coming back.
That's not the point of this post however. The reason it was -possibly- a goblin was that I was supposed to meet him to discuss the adventure and didn't make the meeting, left to hope he would show up at the game anyway. I felt on waking and the feeling is only fading hours later guilty for missing that meeting. With a bit character in a dream.
Possibly my sense of obligation is a little overdeveloped, no? #weknewthisalready
That's not the point of this post however. The reason it was -possibly- a goblin was that I was supposed to meet him to discuss the adventure and didn't make the meeting, left to hope he would show up at the game anyway. I felt on waking and the feeling is only fading hours later guilty for missing that meeting. With a bit character in a dream.
Possibly my sense of obligation is a little overdeveloped, no? #weknewthisalready
Jotting down possible inspiration
Jan. 1st, 2012 09:07 pmI had a 3-hour nap this afternoon evening which included a dream about 5 girls on a vision quest involving 5 elements - fire, cold, lightning, something else but the one that stood out was divination (so past/future as elemental forces?)
Doing what you love
Apr. 19th, 2011 12:14 pmI had a dream last night in which my father gave me three useful pieces of business advice. I can't remember the 2nd and 3rd, which is annoying the heck out of me, but the first was "do what you love".
The dream was set in the context of working on the farm (in the woolshed) which I did as a kid. And as a kid I didn't expect to do anything else when I grew up except work on a farm. Of course as it turned out I'm the non-agriculturally minded one of the family and my life has taken quite a different path.
So since I'm in the midst of a motivational desert at the moment, what is it I love or have loved doing?
- building websites. Especially sites that mean something more than just business to somebody. I haven't had one of those in a while now. The last one was actually a really big negtive because while it meant a lot to the guy, he also didn't have a clue and was a really difficult client. I have another site I'm supposed to be working on for him right now, and I'm really having trouble making myself do it.
- I can't even get up the enthusiasm to get on with one of my own projects which I used to be really looking forward to having the time to start.
- of course not being able to focus on anything web related for more than about 15 minutes at best is not really helping here.
- gaming. I used to breath gaming material the same way I used to breath web-dev material. Now that enthusiasm is like a switch - it flicks on for the Tuesday game I'm playing in and then it's gone again.
- The campaign I was going to run this year - I've been planning to run it for several years, now I can't even bring myself to start writing up the major NPCs, or a background handout for the players.
- even board gaming - I just don't have the stamina for more than a couple of games in a row any more.
- organising events (eg BoD) - aka I love it when a plan comes together. I so -want- to be running something right now actually, maybe starting a political movement, but it's like standing at the top of a precipice. I *know* I don't have the energy, that jumping into something like that would destroy me.
- driving people around. This is one of the few things in my life at the moment I really still enjoy. It makes me feel useful. I have toyed with the idea of becoming a taxi driver, but I think that making it a job would end up sucking a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I just don't do it for financial reward.
- likewise photography - I've thought about taking proper steps to get better at this but I'm really happy just being an amateur people-snapper and feeling that people get some enjoyment from my galleries.
There are no conclusions here, just more proof that I'm currently screwed.
The dream was set in the context of working on the farm (in the woolshed) which I did as a kid. And as a kid I didn't expect to do anything else when I grew up except work on a farm. Of course as it turned out I'm the non-agriculturally minded one of the family and my life has taken quite a different path.
So since I'm in the midst of a motivational desert at the moment, what is it I love or have loved doing?
- building websites. Especially sites that mean something more than just business to somebody. I haven't had one of those in a while now. The last one was actually a really big negtive because while it meant a lot to the guy, he also didn't have a clue and was a really difficult client. I have another site I'm supposed to be working on for him right now, and I'm really having trouble making myself do it.
- I can't even get up the enthusiasm to get on with one of my own projects which I used to be really looking forward to having the time to start.
- of course not being able to focus on anything web related for more than about 15 minutes at best is not really helping here.
- gaming. I used to breath gaming material the same way I used to breath web-dev material. Now that enthusiasm is like a switch - it flicks on for the Tuesday game I'm playing in and then it's gone again.
- The campaign I was going to run this year - I've been planning to run it for several years, now I can't even bring myself to start writing up the major NPCs, or a background handout for the players.
- even board gaming - I just don't have the stamina for more than a couple of games in a row any more.
- organising events (eg BoD) - aka I love it when a plan comes together. I so -want- to be running something right now actually, maybe starting a political movement, but it's like standing at the top of a precipice. I *know* I don't have the energy, that jumping into something like that would destroy me.
- driving people around. This is one of the few things in my life at the moment I really still enjoy. It makes me feel useful. I have toyed with the idea of becoming a taxi driver, but I think that making it a job would end up sucking a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I just don't do it for financial reward.
- likewise photography - I've thought about taking proper steps to get better at this but I'm really happy just being an amateur people-snapper and feeling that people get some enjoyment from my galleries.
There are no conclusions here, just more proof that I'm currently screwed.
So I got a 5:30 wake up in the form of a dream ending with being ground zero as the guy trying to kill me gave up on subtlety. As ways to die go, there are more painful I suppose. At least I made him expend -significant- resources (throughout the dream) to get me.
So what I'm left wondering, is my subconscious -that- determined to destroy me? Or was it some sort of reset. Heaven knows I could use a reset.
Going to be a long day. Hoping the Weekend makes up for it.
* but not from orbit, just with an ICBM
So what I'm left wondering, is my subconscious -that- determined to destroy me? Or was it some sort of reset. Heaven knows I could use a reset.
Going to be a long day. Hoping the Weekend makes up for it.
* but not from orbit, just with an ICBM
I had a pitchfork. There were zombies. etc etc.
However:
cataragon's minty meatloaf satisfies zombies
Candy makes alittlel zombie friendly
Get a bunch of computer geek zombies (or possibly just KAOS zombies) together in a room and they will just sit around and talk.
Don't let the local feral cat population feed on fallen zombies. I'm not sure what the eventual outcome of that was due to waking up, but I'm sure it wasn't going to be good.
However:
cataragon's minty meatloaf satisfies zombiesCandy makes a
littlel zombie friendlyGet a bunch of computer geek zombies (or possibly just KAOS zombies) together in a room and they will just sit around and talk.
Don't let the local feral cat population feed on fallen zombies. I'm not sure what the eventual outcome of that was due to waking up, but I'm sure it wasn't going to be good.
Slept from 10 - 5 when I lay awake after a weird dream involving a job scam, some people I know, a very well appointed subway station and possibly a cloning vat. Dozed off again about 7. Got up at 10:30. Had a very long, hot shower. Reheated pizza for "breakfast". Did email/lj check, printed out some BoD paperwork. Now about to head for Uni to start on the post-BoD paperwork with mrangel.
mrangel.Don't dis the mood
Jun. 29th, 2003 09:34 amYou represent... anger.
Mad at the world, eh? You have a tendency to...
freak out easily. Overly emotional about
everything, you're most prone to bouts of
cruelty and moodiness. Other people may be
afraid of the fact that you explode so easily,
but at least you're honest... even if you're
honest about not liking anything.
What feeling do you represent?
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Strange semi-contiguous dreams I had last night. Why was I in the army? Why were the ALFs disguised as French to infiltrate the American army of KAOS, which was based in NZ? Why were we supposedly fighting the Germans, and why did the whole thing turn into something resembling the Riccarton Sunday Market but located out front of my uncle's old house?
And where did that cute British redhaired corporal who was making eyes at me vanish to when my wife & daughters turned up? For that matter....
Mad at the world, eh? You have a tendency to...
freak out easily. Overly emotional about
everything, you're most prone to bouts of
cruelty and moodiness. Other people may be
afraid of the fact that you explode so easily,
but at least you're honest... even if you're
honest about not liking anything.
What feeling do you represent?
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Strange semi-contiguous dreams I had last night. Why was I in the army? Why were the ALFs disguised as French to infiltrate the American army of KAOS, which was based in NZ? Why were we supposedly fighting the Germans, and why did the whole thing turn into something resembling the Riccarton Sunday Market but located out front of my uncle's old house?
And where did that cute British redhaired corporal who was making eyes at me vanish to when my wife & daughters turned up? For that matter....
