Some days, I don't even know where to start.
Last night, I had this very detailed dream about a world where I had a twin or something, and we wore pink, and had chainsaws. We were some sort of political crusaders, or revolutionaries or reality TV stars, or all of the above, or something. We went around chainsawing things for justice, and pointing out the hypocrisy of the world. We went through some whole campaign, and at the end, it was some weird stand off with some leader, on TV, and we were chainsawing my leg off to prove that he was a liar. It all made some sort of sense at the time, I'm pretty sure.
After that, I had a dream about a place that was sort of like Venice, Italy, but more dark and grimy, possible underground, even. Everything was a series of waterways, and you had to have a boat to get around. I was minding my own business, when the area was attacked by some sort of big Cthulhu monster. It looked like Bog C itself, but smaller. Maybe a spawn or something. It was lumbering down the waterway, wrecking things, then it would turn around, and patrol back, then do it again, in a sort of loop, the way video game monsters walk in patterns.
Lots of people were trying to stop it, and attacking it in all sorts of ways, but nothing was working. I knew that I could stop it because i had special supplies, and knew the spell. I had to dig through a chest, and find a rolled up bundle. Inside there, was a sort of metal item shaped like a small electric megaphone, a bag of powder, some wood shavings, some paper, a steel bar with a ball on the end, some fuses, some small rubber plugs, and some balls made of some shiny silver metal. I had to put the rubber plug in the bottom of the megaphone, then pour some powder, and tamp it down really firm with the metal rod. Then I had to place a small layer of shavings, drop the metal ball in, more shavings, then pack it with paper. After that, I turned it over, and stuck a fuse through the rubber plug.
I had to get someone to let me use a boat to get out to the center of the waterway, which was challenging because I was some detested 3rd class citizen, and only more well off people had boats. After a big pain in the ass, I finally managed to get out there. When the creature came past, I had to yell "IA! IA!" to get it's attention, then when it looked at me, I had to shout "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!" and that made it lumber towards me. THEN, I had to point the megaphone at it, and light the fuse.
The thing went off like a cannon and when the metal ball hit the creature, it did massive amounts of damage to it. It was probably like 60% dead. But I had to reload and do it all over again. It was a slow process and I kinda had to scamper around while I tried to do it. I ran up the strip of land in the middle of the waterway, and the creature lashed out at all the other people who had been ineffectively attacking it. I was becoming a hero because I was stopping the thing, and as soon as I finally got rerloaded and did my incantations and lit my fuse..
. I woke up.
LATER, I had a dream about a house we used to live in. In a round about way. I was at some place that had food and arcade games. Like a Chuck E Cheese's or something along those lines. I was trying to play some goofy hero beat-em-up thing, but it wasn't working right, and kept switching to a different game. I was trying to solve that by standing 20 feet away from it and gesturing wildly. It seemed to be working, but then someone else came along and took over my game, so I went to sit on a stool and eat food. As I sat, some strangers came to join me, and started asking me about "The Blaylock House".
I told them that yes, I used to live there, and yes, it was haunted. I pulled out some weird big Ouija board and started telling them all about all kinds of stuff about the history of this haunted house, and this enchanted Ouija board that I got there. The dream was a sort of mix between both narratives (me at the food place telling the history, and me during the history past, having the experience) from there on. I know it had a lot to it, bu
t that's about all I can really quantify now.
I hate that I continue to feel so tense when things are going relatively smoothly. It's not easy to trust it, because it's been shown time and time again that it could just implode at any moment, no matter what I do (or don't do). That precedent makes it so that the tension carries over from one flare up to the next. Which may be a failing on my part, but I don't know how much I can be blamed for having a direct response to the environment that has been created in spite of my efforts, but that's probably an entirely other branch of philosophy...
Idk, I guess it's just repeating myself endlessly, and either "stop whining, or do something about it", right?