Okay, We Get It
Sep. 9th, 2007 02:37 pmI have weird dreams. This is what my dreams are. Weird. I don't have normal ones and hardly ever get precognitive ones, so I can only assume my dreams are all about my mind working out things my conscious self won't touch.
This time was another flying dream, but less normal that usual because I had wings. I usually fly Superman-style, without wings. But I was in some odd way, Robin (Batman's catamite), and a Gargoyle from some weird AU where Demona was bad and Angela was worse and the only reason the good guys stood a chance was because Demona and Angela fought with each other too.
Myself and Goliath, who was also Batman, were flying around a city that isn't St. Louis. That's what everyone kept calling it, but I've been to St. Louis and this was not St. Louis. It was full of big, open green spaces and boulevards paved with shiney white brick-stone, like the plazas in Paris. We were, for a reason that made no sense to me, flying in the day. It was a really nice day, and everyone was surprised because Gargoyles don't fly during the day.
I don't really remember what we were doing, aside from the fact that we encouraged Angela and Demona to fight each other in old condemned parking structures, and talking to/arguing with each other about why we were flying in the day. The Trio showed up for the argument. We eventually decided that it had to have be Titania, since the Puck is too [waggles fingers] and Oberon is a whiney self-absorbed bitch, but Titania is a woman with a Plan. We just didn't know what they were.
Other things that happened, but I can't remember when in th dream sequence. I spent some time as Robin doing weird bodily contortions on a jungle gym (flexibility practice) while reciting a poem written by Delirium of the Endless. It was good poem, but of course I can't remember it now that I'm awake. I also cooked Indian food, which smelled good only I didn't get any because as soon as I made it a pack of Indian professors, who were apparently building a radio tower in my backyard, swooped down to eat it. . . I don't know. Maybe it is a hint. Indian food is, after all, teh nummy.
I'm think about keeping a dream journal here to help promote lucid dreaming. Y/N?
This time was another flying dream, but less normal that usual because I had wings. I usually fly Superman-style, without wings. But I was in some odd way, Robin (Batman's catamite), and a Gargoyle from some weird AU where Demona was bad and Angela was worse and the only reason the good guys stood a chance was because Demona and Angela fought with each other too.
Myself and Goliath, who was also Batman, were flying around a city that isn't St. Louis. That's what everyone kept calling it, but I've been to St. Louis and this was not St. Louis. It was full of big, open green spaces and boulevards paved with shiney white brick-stone, like the plazas in Paris. We were, for a reason that made no sense to me, flying in the day. It was a really nice day, and everyone was surprised because Gargoyles don't fly during the day.
I don't really remember what we were doing, aside from the fact that we encouraged Angela and Demona to fight each other in old condemned parking structures, and talking to/arguing with each other about why we were flying in the day. The Trio showed up for the argument. We eventually decided that it had to have be Titania, since the Puck is too [waggles fingers] and Oberon is a whiney self-absorbed bitch, but Titania is a woman with a Plan. We just didn't know what they were.
Other things that happened, but I can't remember when in th dream sequence. I spent some time as Robin doing weird bodily contortions on a jungle gym (flexibility practice) while reciting a poem written by Delirium of the Endless. It was good poem, but of course I can't remember it now that I'm awake. I also cooked Indian food, which smelled good only I didn't get any because as soon as I made it a pack of Indian professors, who were apparently building a radio tower in my backyard, swooped down to eat it. . . I don't know. Maybe it is a hint. Indian food is, after all, teh nummy.
I'm think about keeping a dream journal here to help promote lucid dreaming. Y/N?