Apr. 24th, 2008
Lost world -- the river banks
Apr. 24th, 2008 12:32 am...plashy, marshy, muddy banks. We squatted and councilled ... The professor began to mould grasses and mud and cane and string and a little bit of sorcery into a model of a small Pterosaur. This lost world was formed by a sufficient impression of will, creating a small veil between the veils Ruginious and Ecolumbine, and like the older veils it drew into it souls of departing dead seeking a path in the afterlife.
Souls suited to it took bodily form here, and only later found that it was a tragic dead-end, giving some respite but leading no deeper into the veils. For a few it was a satisfactory rest, happy to spend the last of their unshed desires here until they dwindled into oblivion, mostly content to have found an acceptable lot. But many seethed with repressed feelings they might have resolved, but called into a savage recreation and parody of a brutal world fed them more and more, becoming the most vicious saurians we had seen.
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Souls suited to it took bodily form here, and only later found that it was a tragic dead-end, giving some respite but leading no deeper into the veils. For a few it was a satisfactory rest, happy to spend the last of their unshed desires here until they dwindled into oblivion, mostly content to have found an acceptable lot. But many seethed with repressed feelings they might have resolved, but called into a savage recreation and parody of a brutal world fed them more and more, becoming the most vicious saurians we had seen.
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OK, that was weird: I often have dreams about weird things, but it was weird that I remembered so much of this for no particular reason. Normally if I remember a dream it's one clear image, that often has some reasonable interpretation, or cries out to be made into a story.
As I wrote this, I realised many things did hark back to things I heard or saw recently, strung together by a random narrative. I don't know if it's just random, or that I so rarely remember dreams my subconscious seized the chance to pack in as many references as possible :)
* There were too adjacent colleges, like the grammar school I went to and adjacent girl's school (it had the same name as that, Alice Ottley)
* I sent out some notification that some administrative infractions would have some severe consequences
* I was in the girl predominated college, going to a bathroom with many stalls
* I was confused about the gender of the bathroom. There was a "baby changing" next to a "woman" sign on a wall inside, but when I went back to the entrance, which had complicated double doors, one stood ajar and clearly had a "male" sign. (Although I had to concentrate to tell the signs apart.)
( Read more... )[1] God, even my dreams have footnotes!
As I wrote this, I realised many things did hark back to things I heard or saw recently, strung together by a random narrative. I don't know if it's just random, or that I so rarely remember dreams my subconscious seized the chance to pack in as many references as possible :)
* There were too adjacent colleges, like the grammar school I went to and adjacent girl's school (it had the same name as that, Alice Ottley)
* I sent out some notification that some administrative infractions would have some severe consequences
* I was in the girl predominated college, going to a bathroom with many stalls
* I was confused about the gender of the bathroom. There was a "baby changing" next to a "woman" sign on a wall inside, but when I went back to the entrance, which had complicated double doors, one stood ajar and clearly had a "male" sign. (Although I had to concentrate to tell the signs apart.)
( Read more... )[1] God, even my dreams have footnotes!