kerydwenn: (ygorla)
A sort of continuation on http://kerydwenn.livejournal.com/428743.html, only with less zombies and more snow (I must've sensed THAT one coming, because the whole town's indeed covered in snow this morning). The whole things had a rather Silent Hill-esque quality, too: eerie calm, too calm, with deserted streets and snowflakes falling lazily, leaving me with the feeling that something, I would never know what exactly, was about to jump me in when I'd expect it the least; shadows, mostly, much like the shadow children in the first game, but taller. Other human beings turned into shadows by the first Shadow People, maybe? Or the original inhabitants of this alternate city? Also, once again, it took place in Strasbourg, with much of it near the Ill river.

I remember meeting an older woman—not really old, just 'older' than I, as in, in her 50s, and still very much alert—who was also trying to find her way here. She was writing a book about the city, and since this ghastly turn of events, had decided to include all the weird things in it too, taking a lot of pictures. She told me that she had been a widow for a long time, her betrothed having died during World War II (hey, it was a dream, so why not, even though the timefram would never match), and we talked about what our lives had been 'before'. There was also a gang of teenage girls with knives, who attacked us near the frozen river, but more out of feeling completely lost than really being evil, and we managed to talk our way out of this predicament and sort of brefriend them, rather than fight.

I woke up shortly after, so I don't know what that dream/story could've turned into. More than events themselves, it's the whole surroundings I'm keeping a vivid feeling of: the ashen snow, the eerie quiet... Yes, I definitely sensed the snow coming today.
kerydwenn: (yoruichi)
Not sure what's with me and zombies, perhaps because I've been reading a couple of indie stories about those recently, as well as considering buying the Walking Dead comics, and having received Dearly, Departed in my mailbox.

I had that dream about being the daughter of a doctor, living in Strasbourg, long after a zombie epidemics breakout had occurred. So zombies weren't something totally new, the living had found out ways of protecting themselves and all, but of course the undead remained a constantly growing problem, and there were less and less people who managed to remain alive. My 'father' and I were trying to reach the Esplanade university campus, where the last researchers still alive were trying to come up with a cure. Alas, at some point, my 'father' was unfortunately killed,during a particularly intense and nasty attack in Neudorf, and it was left to me to reach the campus and bring his notes and work to the other researchers. To do so, I had to enlist the help of a tramway driver, and use his train to escape a swarm of zombies that kept on chasing me to eat my brains. I let you imagine what a crazy car tramway chase could look like. I actually found that pretty funny, in all the meanings of the word.

Too bad I'm not remembering everything now, because that dream what interesting, and I think would make a decent basis for a fun short story. Well, if you except the part where one tramway out of two was reserved for zombies, and you had to be very careful not to jump into the wrong train, even though it was nicely announced on the electronic panels at each station. XD

My second dream that night was another of those nightmares about trying to teach something to a classroom full of asshole teenagers, despite me doing everything disciplinary-wise, and not being 'weak' or anything. But those are such recurrent dreams that I'm not bothering writing them down anymore. *shrugs*
kerydwenn: (yoruichi)
Here are my latest two:

* Following the posting of this picture on Facebook, I dreamt of that very coffee table, which was in the office of some unnamed general (I only know Rowan Atkinson was cast in the role), in some sci-fi series, sort of a crossing between Babylon 5 and Battlestar Galactica. A general who practiced necromancy—don't ask, and just blame my rewriting of Was for that. And he had a subordinate, who was also his apprentice in magic, and as he wanted to get rid of another lieutenant on the ship, he kept demanding said subordinate to plant cursed magical items in that man's room, so that he'd die. Except the lieutenant was Adrian Monk, and so, of course, he always noticed that something was wrong in the room, and managed to get rid of the item in time. In each episode.

Do I sense a strong potential for comedy here?

* Second dream (from the past night): I was with a group of people in a derelict and abandoned factory, which was probably somewhere in the Port du Rhin industrial area of Strasbourg. Can't tell who exactly was with us, but we were at least 5 people, including [personal profile] rapunzelita, and also Gwen from Merlin (yes, I've been watching Merlin recently). And an elder man who acted as our mentor and wanted to protect us. We were there as hostages, taken by a group of at least 10 guys all clad in black and balaclava masks, and were told that if we kept quiet during the whole night, until they were done with whatever they had to do, we would be released in the morning. Incidentally, the one telling us that was their boss, and he wasn't wearing a mask, so I did my best Emmeline Brown impersonation and blurted out something like "you're lying, you'll kill us, since we all have seen your face, so why bother keeping quiet?" Many things (often silly ones) happened, along the lines of our group trying to lay traps, pretending we had to go to the toilet (which was flooded and I had to stick my hand in the flooded hole to get some key—seriously, James Sunderland, leave my body!), blocking doors with barrels, and other useless tactics.

At some point, a woman sneaked in, saying she was from the police and was here to infiltrate the place, and [personal profile] rapunzelita went with her to help while I was trying to keep our captors distracted with telling them stories. Unfortunately, the cop got shot, and we had to figure out how to hide her and keep her alive without the terrorist/burglars/hostage-takers/whatever knowing where she was. The 'end' of the dream is already all blurred now—my phone alarm went off, and you can't avoid waking up with Silent Hill 1's opening theme blaring in your ears—and I just remembering there were also telepathic powers triggered, maybe along the lines of "anger and despair freed our inner powers, especially after we realized the woman's gun was actually an Evoker" (I guess using it made *some* kind of sense, then).

No kidding, if my therapist once asks me to tell him about my dreams, I wish him good luck to figure out what they reveal about me. Except that I probably watch too much TV these days.

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