East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2017.09.12.0705 "Renessa! It's so good to see you! It's been years. Man, we had some good times." "You don't remember, do you." "What? We hooked up. It was good." "No, you took drugs, then claimed to be a Pomeranian and made strange noises at me for twenty minutes." "That's not how--" "Then you killed me." She peeled back her hair and showed her glowing blue brain inside its clear casing hooked up to wires. "..." "And paid to overwrite the memories, I see."

Dreamed on 2018.06.07.0741 Message said I should see what some priest has to say, cause they've got a mission for me, so I show up and it's a super traditional-feeling Catholic service with a real raven-priest, in the full feathery getup, talking about the three-way war currently festering between island nations on the other side of the planet. The worship ends, people leave, and I find him in the shadows backstage where we talk. I decipher she's actually a woman, and subtly comment on it in a way that shows I know without actually spelling it out, and indicating that I'm not going to judge. In other words, I 100% Father Brown this situation. Then we debate the philosophy of engaging in political struggles as an outsider from an imperialist nation. She only allows me two questions, and we banter wittily on equal ground. Ultimately she convinces me that I should at least go there and get to know some of the people on the ground, at the very least, even if I don't...

Dreamed on 15.10.28.0605 He lingered on the last page after all the others had left before slipping down between the cracks in the poetry. Deftly he made his way and sure enough, beside the entryway in one of the rooms that the idiot protagonist had had to flood in order to gain entry to the massive and ancient building he found her lying in the casket. You found me, she said. He smiled. You're dead, he said. Hush now. You know as well as I do that the rules apply differently here. Kiss me and perhaps I'll come back to life. ... How did you find me? No one else has. It was obvious, to me at least. The whole plan was to hide you in plain sight. In line 72, for example, it says.... No, wait -- please don't quote line numbers. It makes me feel... lesser. Okay. Would you like to stay a while? They smiled at each other.

Dreamed on 2016.12.28.0819 Epic battle for our combined nations is raging -- swords, fire storm, monsters, catapults, and all of it set in the ruins of an ancient labyrinthine castle half-excavated. The two other kings and I (and a servant) join up and plunge further into the ruins - we are driven and purposeful when a woman stops us. Safety, this way, she says. Logically, I say no. We are not here to find safety or to run from our troubles. But she offers safety once again and we accept even though it goes against our interests and makes no sense. When we each take her hand I feel mine burn as if I'm touching the flames of hell, but then of course, suddenly, I don't feel that because that wouldn't make any sense. I don't wonder how each of us has taken her hand. She leads us deeper and deeper into the ruins, into places never before explored, away from the war, and we find the ruins give way to exceptional halls and she leads us ultimately to a banquet hall and giv...

Dreamed on 2014.12.07.0716 I was probably invited because I'm an empath, I suppose. One of my students had a younger brother, ages ago, but he died in an old stone building built into the side of a cliff. A ruin from another age. After he died, the spring sprang back to life in the old well at the center of it. I'm not sure how they knew that now was the time to help put the boy to rest, but that was their decision and I was invited along. We climbed the stairs -- large old crackling stone stairs winding up along the inside of the outer wall of the building. When we reached the top, there was a well, overflowing with water which let itself out into a sizable pool on the floor, which then flowed along a deep basin and poured off the edge of the building as a waterfall. I felt his presence strongly here, and I knew he felt ours as well, because after we said a few words, a thick, thick cloud of mist and fog rolled out from the well and enveloped us, then moved away above ...

Dreamed on 2014.12.14.1008 When you die, you stay in the same spot but time wheels backwards to your birth. You are a ghost, effectively, though elf is the proper name. You live in a different layer of the world now. There is some crossover (such as your ability to affect dreams, to move objects occasionally, and to interact with some younger children. But there are new things you can see, such as desires, intentions, and fears. I'm not entirely sure what my goal is. I know that most elves go back and watch themselves through life -- reflecting on and evaluating decisions that were made, occasionally influencing dreams. Those who are dissatisfied and try with all of their new powers to change their previous life - those fully consumed in selfishness and lust for power -- are usually the ones who turn into dark forces that haunt houses. I find a house with one of these haunting it. I find that I can talk to one of the young children in it, though I must be very careful how I...

Dreamed on 2015.07.07.0825 First of all, I'm very smart," said the little girl. "I know more than most people. I can also use my skill with words to convince people to do whatever I want them to." "Sure," said the criminal. "But how does that help me?" "You want to get certified for jobs to better take people by surprise? I could pass the tests. Get caught in a tight place? I can make people trust me." "And all I have to do is make sure you don't starve?" "Precisely." The young girl looked up at him trustingly. "And I'll eat pretty much anything. You can feed me easily." "It's a deal. We can join up," the criminal said. "So how do we get out of prison?" "The same way I got in. Follow me." Perhaps he meant to help her and perhaps he meant to leave her behind. It can be hard to know. The hole was, of course, hidden behind some bit of furniture or signag...

Dreamed on 2014.12.28.0758 world is getting overpopulated and heading nowhere good -- more and more pod-like programs are popping up to employ an shelter people (by sweeping them off to companies far and away) who have particular skills. I, having a mix of interpersonal and IT skills, go into a tunnel that will interviw me for a superadvanced job. it's beter for me but people try to latch onto me and faollw me. I lay on a conveyor belt while getting asked a series of questions. It happens too fast and I don;t give good answer but it doesnt seem to matter. At then end it's explained that I'll do well as a super spy to help seave the world.. They explain that we'll be in dangrous situation and will die sometimes, but reveal that they have a cloning technology. They stress taht even though they can use that to bring us back, we still die. So if you are going to die while on a mission, somehow relay info back first, because it won't be in your new body's head....

Dreamed on 2014.12.26.0414 Having moved to the future and found it a barren wasteland, I, the hero, explored until I found our current god-tyrants-who-had-meant-well enslaved to a race of multi-dimensional blue shapes who have ruined everything, Imagine that you're Harry and Snape gets taken away but something way worse replaces him so you want to save Snape, and that's basically it. But on a global/universal level. Differences aside, I behold the scene -- the gods are in a short repeating situation that involves setting up shelves and stacking everything on them, but having more things to stack and less space every time it iterates, but anything that can't be stacked successfully is erased from human memory permanently. Ignoring the rest of the situation, I find a god-tyrant-secretary who is confused and lost as well -- but with a little work, I get a message through and effectively stall some gears from turning. Some of the god-tyrants are temporarily kicked out of ...

Dreamed on 2014.10.11.0828 Note: Play "sometimes our dreams float like anchors" by William Elliott Whitmore in the background (it was stuck in my head when I woke up). At a large party with people. I have a friend/neighbor with me. Decide to go underwater for a bit and record a video (I have a new goPro that I want to play with -- it's a fingertip --about as thick as a finger print -- and it records whatever I'm pointing at. This works well, as my suit is also set to propel me by pointing with that same finger whenever I accelerate by a gesture with my other hand. We cruise around for a while and find cool bubbles to film (note that our suits cover our face and let us breathe automatically, and this whole transition from air to water is second nature by now. Water can be scary because of the waves and forces that can move you suddenly, but air can be equally scary because you notice gravity more, you move slower, waves that manage to hit you in the air do more t...

Dreamed on 2014.08.07.0458 Abducted off the street to serve as a cultural advisor to Kim Jong-un. He is driving the car this time to show his power, rather than being driven and showing weakness -- he came off as weak in the past during a physical competition we were both part of. Yesterday he made a show of killing his old driver, saying it was sad because he was a good driver, but then laughing like it didn't faze him. I ask him -- as politely as possible -- how he felt about what he just did: sad, angry, amused, etc. I say I am expressing genuine curiosity. He explains a concept about significance: "The repeated patterns around you gain significance based on how often you see them and what you associate them with. If you see the same necklace everywhere in a certain context, it begins to matter to you and mean something to you in a certain way. So it is with this." That's all he explains and it doesn't really make sense to me. I ask if I can stay nea...

Dreamed on 2014.04.17.0755 The man was stuck in a loop, and someone had figured that out and committed a crime. It took me a while to realize he was stuck in a loop, since that's not the kind of thing that happens usually. A big loop, like, a Groundhog's Day loop, except time still passes for everyone else while he does the exact same thing everyday. The kitchen table was covered in dust except for the spot where he always sat each morning and night for his food. The carpet, even, had a path worn from the same tired footfalls he placed in the same spots each day. Lucky going shopping was in his daily routine (followed by a burger for lunch at the diner next door), or lack of food may have brought him down. The newspaper he read each morning was tissue paper thin now, and started to shred, but I could still read the date from ten years ago on the paper. Subsequent research told me that this had been the day the old man's wife had been murdered by an intruder in the hou...

Dreamed on 2014.03.15.0829 Looking for some old books for the English department in an ancient attic in an old schoolbuilding. I was sent up there with some older lady who worked here ages ago. When opening lockers, I see they have notes of paper with writing on the edges of them only visible when open. There's a bold word on each note. When all are opened, the bold words read together warn me that the vampire will rise at the next full moon. Obligatorily for anything in the horror genre, I realize that's tonight. I yell a warning to the older lady, and hear a muffled scream and the sound of death in response. Me and a friend run out through a different door and struggle to find our way out from the building. We are careful to be as quiet as we can, but we know that the werewolf (this old bearded man who rises from the dead at the full moon, who is also super strong and angry) is chasing us. Looks kind of like zombie Lincoln, but more hirsute. My friend hides under a ca...

Dreamed on 2013.02.24.0936 We’d sent a group of them into the woods, for a school fun-day or something. I think they were mostly high-school aged, though I’m not sure why we wanted to aim that young. I guess the prey is easier, and they get to grow into things. I don’t know what their main business was, but they had a special challenge as well -- if they were able to climb a tree to the top, then rip that tree out by the roots, they’d get a special prize. Now -- most couldn’t do it. Because if a tree was sturdy enough to be climbed to the top, it was also sturdy enough to resist being uprooted. I was fine with this, because, being an unconventionally empathic werewolf, I didn’t want to turn any of these kids, some of whom used to be my ninth grade students, a few years back. Unfortunately, one of the class-clown kids got an idea; he picked a thin sapling, bent it so he could stay on the ground while working his hands up to the very top. He succeeded, thereby, in “getting to the t...