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Dream 9/5/08
Sep. 5th, 2008 10:07 amVivid dream: 9/5/2008
At some sort of military space camp for--summoning demons? Launching robots? People have crushes. Madcap animated characters. "My Sister" has lost the ability to dream, and communicates her distress to me through some sort of psychic link. Together we solve everything.
Trevor and Jeff from work decided to join this program. I got an invite to join as well, and so we all went, separately. But first I went home--there was a problem getting the fire started. My sister has two logs, and I guess there are plenty of lighters around, but for some reason I'm the only one who can do it. I seem to recall debating with myself over the relative merits of starting a fire immediately with a big log and just letting it burn, versus coming back later to start the fire when it's needed.
Later: a love triangle in a car. I'm talking to one girl, and my confession convinces the girl who assumes she's at the center of everything that I'm actually in love with her. One of the instructors has a breakdown. (This "office" day camp: it's also an active government facility. One guy's cubicle is constantly making strange sounds. We're issued increasingly sophisticated equipment--some kind of pen-like device, a heavy gear harness... the thread winds up getting dropped, I think.) I get the love triangle straightened out, I think--but not before the selfish girl grabs my razor and shaves a little bit of her pubic hair? WTF?
There's some drama about the fact that gear is issued based on when you signed up for the course, and apparently Trevor signed up before I did. The people running the facility are constantly asking questions about your involvement with the program, and you never know which ones are responsible for which privileges.
My sister is communicating to me through... cave-paintings? Or something like that. There's a crude picture covered with words--the days of the week, "elementary school", other units of time and significance. Some of the units have been overwritten with chaotic nonsense. She's literally lost the ability to communicate those words; solving the source of her distress will both free her and give her back her words. The characters from the rest of the dream return to help: the two girls, some of the people from the office, a man with no teeth and 3/4ths of a pair of dentures. The breakthrough comes when we discover that the labeled parts of the picture can come off. Put them together, and they'll spell out the answer. We find more words; one of them fits in the same position as "elementary school", although it's also not probably part of the final solution. We all solve it together, as crude animated figures inside a tree, and we blast up to the second level and my sister is finally able to come up and meet us.
And then the guy with 3/4ths of a pair of dentures shows us the way he can switch his denture configuration with his mouth closed. The girls are all disgusted, cue the laugh track, I wake up in a panic because I think I've overslept.
At some sort of military space camp for--summoning demons? Launching robots? People have crushes. Madcap animated characters. "My Sister" has lost the ability to dream, and communicates her distress to me through some sort of psychic link. Together we solve everything.
Trevor and Jeff from work decided to join this program. I got an invite to join as well, and so we all went, separately. But first I went home--there was a problem getting the fire started. My sister has two logs, and I guess there are plenty of lighters around, but for some reason I'm the only one who can do it. I seem to recall debating with myself over the relative merits of starting a fire immediately with a big log and just letting it burn, versus coming back later to start the fire when it's needed.
Later: a love triangle in a car. I'm talking to one girl, and my confession convinces the girl who assumes she's at the center of everything that I'm actually in love with her. One of the instructors has a breakdown. (This "office" day camp: it's also an active government facility. One guy's cubicle is constantly making strange sounds. We're issued increasingly sophisticated equipment--some kind of pen-like device, a heavy gear harness... the thread winds up getting dropped, I think.) I get the love triangle straightened out, I think--but not before the selfish girl grabs my razor and shaves a little bit of her pubic hair? WTF?
There's some drama about the fact that gear is issued based on when you signed up for the course, and apparently Trevor signed up before I did. The people running the facility are constantly asking questions about your involvement with the program, and you never know which ones are responsible for which privileges.
My sister is communicating to me through... cave-paintings? Or something like that. There's a crude picture covered with words--the days of the week, "elementary school", other units of time and significance. Some of the units have been overwritten with chaotic nonsense. She's literally lost the ability to communicate those words; solving the source of her distress will both free her and give her back her words. The characters from the rest of the dream return to help: the two girls, some of the people from the office, a man with no teeth and 3/4ths of a pair of dentures. The breakthrough comes when we discover that the labeled parts of the picture can come off. Put them together, and they'll spell out the answer. We find more words; one of them fits in the same position as "elementary school", although it's also not probably part of the final solution. We all solve it together, as crude animated figures inside a tree, and we blast up to the second level and my sister is finally able to come up and meet us.
And then the guy with 3/4ths of a pair of dentures shows us the way he can switch his denture configuration with his mouth closed. The girls are all disgusted, cue the laugh track, I wake up in a panic because I think I've overslept.
