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rionaleonhart) wrote2025-01-06 01:03 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2025-01-06 01:03 pm
Be Careful, Kid.
It's only been three weeks since the last one, but it's time for another roundup of dreams!
Dreamt, at a school, I left one of the study computers logged into my Tumblr account, so a couple of teenage girls got in and just reblogged whatever they wanted. I checked the damage with trepidation, but some of the stuff they'd reblogged was actually quite cool, e.g. a couple of bird videos (I remember one was of rose-ringed parakeets); I decided to keep those.
Dreamt of a travelling fair that was somehow supernatural and maybe dangerous? It would tempt or entice you in, and then you'd be part of the fair, travelling with it forever. I shall henceforth refer to the people who were eternally part of the fair as 'the fair folk'.
I met one of the fair folk on a semi-regular basis: a man, white, with brown hair tied into a long ponytail down his back. He came every afternoon to a village near the field in which the fair was currently set up, to open a shop; I often made use of this shop. (I suppose, in the world of this dream, I lived in said village.)
The man wore a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat, both brown, and his manner of speaking was flat, deadpan; he had an Irish accent. Facially, he didn't really look like Irvine of Final Fantasy VIII, but in terms of style he wasn't that far off, although his clothes and hair were a duller brown; he generally looked a bit more battered by time. He was older than me, I think, but only by a decade or so (unless there were immortality shenanigans going on, which definitely feels like a possibility).
The man would warn me away from the fair whenever we spoke. He seemed concerned that I would not be able to handle the magical fair life.
One day, though, against my better judgement, I left the village to have a look at the fair. (Possibly the shop hadn't opened that day, and I needed its services?) I arrived just when the fair was packing up; a cowbell rang loudly and repeatedly across the field to signal the end of the day, and all of the fair folk began walking towards the noise from the different parts of the fair. I spotted the Irishman among them.
'Join us,' the man said to the world at large as he walked, as flat and deadpan as ever. 'Come away with the fairies with us.' He caught my eye. 'And watch out for us. Be careful, kid.'
This was the moment it struck me that this man wasn't trying to warn people in general away from the fair; he was willing to do his part to entice them, albeit half-heartedly. He was trying to protect me in particular.
Dreamt, in Life Is Strange 2, Sean Diaz was injured in a car accident and left impotent. He felt ashamed and inadequate as a result, and avoided romantic relationships because he felt that anyone he might be interested in 'deserved better'. Parts of the fandom interpreted this as Sean being asexual and aromantic, which I found very frustrating.
Dreamt I was in sitting in a pub near my parents' house, at a table with strangers, not joining in any conversation. A server came to the table and, on seeing me, made a big excited fuss: 'It's Harriet! Good news, everyone: Harriet's here!'
I was perplexed by this reaction. I don't go to pubs often, and I don't drink (I had a pint glass of tap water in front of me at the time), so I wouldn't expect to be a celebrated customer.
Afterwards, one of the men at the table asked me if I was a celebrity or something, but I had no answer for why I'd been greeted so enthusiastically. I suggested, uncertainly, that it might have something to do with the little children's musical my mum and I had put on locally.
Dreamt I was attending a small solo performance by Mike Shinoda, who was releasing a new album and performing all the tracks from it. I most vividly remember the penultimate song, which started out as a 'yeah, we're going to have sex' song and became a 'whoops, I can't get it up' song. It's not a theme I've heard much of in mainstream music!
Shinoda greeted me after the concert, smiling; apparently, in this universe, I'd attended enough of his performances for him to recognise me by sight. I told him I really enjoyed the new album and liked how playful it was. He told me Linkin Park were jamming elsewhere at the venue and invited me to come and watch.
The rest of the dream consisted of trying to navigate this enormous building in an unsuccessful attempt to locate Linkin Park.
Dreamt I was in a car park, supervising a queue of hungry people who were trying to break into a car full of food. My role was not to prevent them from breaking into the car; my role was to ensure the food was fairly distributed. The owners of the car had not shown up in some time and we assumed the car had been abandoned.
"Do you have the key?" a woman in the queue asked me. "Because I don't know metalbending."
"Does anyone here know metalbending?" I called to the car park. "Is Toph here, by any chance? Is Avatar Korra?"
To my great surprise, Avatar Korra actually showed up and cheerfully ripped the car's door off with her metalbending.
I was suddenly struck by anxiety: what if the car wasn't abandoned, what if the owners turned up? I tried to reassure myself that, although they'd be upset with the damage to their car, it was still a good thing that all these starving people were getting to eat.
It only occurred to me while editing this entry that I've had multiple dreams about erectile dysfunction lately. It's... it's not a topic that's often on my mind, if I'm honest.
I still haven't written up a post about our New Year's Eve karaoke! (Of course we did New Year's Eve karaoke.) I must get around to that at some point.
Dreamt, at a school, I left one of the study computers logged into my Tumblr account, so a couple of teenage girls got in and just reblogged whatever they wanted. I checked the damage with trepidation, but some of the stuff they'd reblogged was actually quite cool, e.g. a couple of bird videos (I remember one was of rose-ringed parakeets); I decided to keep those.
Dreamt of a travelling fair that was somehow supernatural and maybe dangerous? It would tempt or entice you in, and then you'd be part of the fair, travelling with it forever. I shall henceforth refer to the people who were eternally part of the fair as 'the fair folk'.
I met one of the fair folk on a semi-regular basis: a man, white, with brown hair tied into a long ponytail down his back. He came every afternoon to a village near the field in which the fair was currently set up, to open a shop; I often made use of this shop. (I suppose, in the world of this dream, I lived in said village.)
The man wore a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat, both brown, and his manner of speaking was flat, deadpan; he had an Irish accent. Facially, he didn't really look like Irvine of Final Fantasy VIII, but in terms of style he wasn't that far off, although his clothes and hair were a duller brown; he generally looked a bit more battered by time. He was older than me, I think, but only by a decade or so (unless there were immortality shenanigans going on, which definitely feels like a possibility).
The man would warn me away from the fair whenever we spoke. He seemed concerned that I would not be able to handle the magical fair life.
One day, though, against my better judgement, I left the village to have a look at the fair. (Possibly the shop hadn't opened that day, and I needed its services?) I arrived just when the fair was packing up; a cowbell rang loudly and repeatedly across the field to signal the end of the day, and all of the fair folk began walking towards the noise from the different parts of the fair. I spotted the Irishman among them.
'Join us,' the man said to the world at large as he walked, as flat and deadpan as ever. 'Come away with the fairies with us.' He caught my eye. 'And watch out for us. Be careful, kid.'
This was the moment it struck me that this man wasn't trying to warn people in general away from the fair; he was willing to do his part to entice them, albeit half-heartedly. He was trying to protect me in particular.
Dreamt, in Life Is Strange 2, Sean Diaz was injured in a car accident and left impotent. He felt ashamed and inadequate as a result, and avoided romantic relationships because he felt that anyone he might be interested in 'deserved better'. Parts of the fandom interpreted this as Sean being asexual and aromantic, which I found very frustrating.
Dreamt I was in sitting in a pub near my parents' house, at a table with strangers, not joining in any conversation. A server came to the table and, on seeing me, made a big excited fuss: 'It's Harriet! Good news, everyone: Harriet's here!'
I was perplexed by this reaction. I don't go to pubs often, and I don't drink (I had a pint glass of tap water in front of me at the time), so I wouldn't expect to be a celebrated customer.
Afterwards, one of the men at the table asked me if I was a celebrity or something, but I had no answer for why I'd been greeted so enthusiastically. I suggested, uncertainly, that it might have something to do with the little children's musical my mum and I had put on locally.
Dreamt I was attending a small solo performance by Mike Shinoda, who was releasing a new album and performing all the tracks from it. I most vividly remember the penultimate song, which started out as a 'yeah, we're going to have sex' song and became a 'whoops, I can't get it up' song. It's not a theme I've heard much of in mainstream music!
Shinoda greeted me after the concert, smiling; apparently, in this universe, I'd attended enough of his performances for him to recognise me by sight. I told him I really enjoyed the new album and liked how playful it was. He told me Linkin Park were jamming elsewhere at the venue and invited me to come and watch.
The rest of the dream consisted of trying to navigate this enormous building in an unsuccessful attempt to locate Linkin Park.
Dreamt I was in a car park, supervising a queue of hungry people who were trying to break into a car full of food. My role was not to prevent them from breaking into the car; my role was to ensure the food was fairly distributed. The owners of the car had not shown up in some time and we assumed the car had been abandoned.
"Do you have the key?" a woman in the queue asked me. "Because I don't know metalbending."
"Does anyone here know metalbending?" I called to the car park. "Is Toph here, by any chance? Is Avatar Korra?"
To my great surprise, Avatar Korra actually showed up and cheerfully ripped the car's door off with her metalbending.
I was suddenly struck by anxiety: what if the car wasn't abandoned, what if the owners turned up? I tried to reassure myself that, although they'd be upset with the damage to their car, it was still a good thing that all these starving people were getting to eat.
It only occurred to me while editing this entry that I've had multiple dreams about erectile dysfunction lately. It's... it's not a topic that's often on my mind, if I'm honest.
I still haven't written up a post about our New Year's Eve karaoke! (Of course we did New Year's Eve karaoke.) I must get around to that at some point.