Stragne Dream

I had the strangest dream last night.

It all started when for some reason I bought two cars. One was a stick shift, the other was an automatic. I knew exactly what type of car was in the dream too but I forget right now. Anyways for some reason my older brother had put it on his transport truck and taken it away.

Then for some reason the rest of my family and a friend of mine, we all went up to the north where apparently this fictitious older brother was. He had my car in pieces becuase he was repairing a couple of things on it. But we didn't find this out until we were all chased into the caves by some species that was attacking the humans in the area. This place was very cold and desolate. At one point we ended up hiding behind canoes but they spotted us anyways. Those creatures did not like newcomers.

I wanted to just take the car and get out of there but they said we couldn't leave while this war was going on. The things wouldn't let us. So I went out exploring and somehow ended up in the tropical "zone" where the trolls lived. I don't quite no what happened right after that except that somehow I went to the trolls and got them to make a trade deal that forced peace between the humans and the guys who were killing that.

At this point we took the cars and went back home. But my parents were in a rush because my mom and dad were moving my little brother into university. So they were busy running around freaking out. And I was trying to get ready to go out on a drive to Tim Hortons in my new car.

For some reason a neighbor was giving me instructions from my mom after she left, only they were written on leaves of lettuce. Then I went home and my dad, who was supposed to be following behind them in the car, was instead trying to learn how to make bacon and eggs in a frying pan.

I tried to go back to the main house and get into my car, but then I ended up in this weird sort of restaurant thing. And for some reason there were these weird people around I knew. We were teasing this pig guy. Then I ended up down at the beach where some weird guys were looking for something. For some reason they thought I had this item and started attacking me.

I managed to struggle away from the shore in the water with the one guy. I kept kicking at him in an effort to get away. We were quite far out so it was only one on one at the time. He kept kicking on me but I was holding on to this fridge that happened to be out in the middle of the water for dear life so that I wouldn't have to face the other people. But I started getting tired and they dragged me nearer and nearer to shore. Then the one guy pulled out this pendulem thing to show them where the item was hidden and it pointed away from me so they let me go. And that was when I woke up.

Another Criminal Minds Dream

I had another criminal minds dream. It was another one of those ones where I wasn't actually in my dream.

It started off with Reid receiving a weird letter written by Hotch... some sort of threat. And he remembered a similar letter from the past that Strauss had been behind. So he thought maybe Strauss was behind this letter. But Hotch tells Reid it wasn't anything serious and to just forget about it.

Despite what Hotch says Reid is sitting there fretting over the letter. Then he finds a note. He picks it up and the note reads:
I'm sorry for this

- Hotch

He says "Sorry for what?" out loud. And then Hotch who has snuck up behind him, says "For this" and jabs a needle full of clear liquid into Reid's neck and injects him with what was in the needle. Reid falls to the floor unconcious.

When Reid wakes up he's strapped to an examination table. There is a scientist in a white lab coat in front of him, preparing to do some sort of experiment that had to do with tranplanting parts of Reid's brain. I don't know what the experiment was exactly but it clearly had to do with killing Reid and performing experiments with his brain. That made me sad :(

Yet Another Criminal Minds Dream

So I had a weird Criminal minds dream the other night... well day rather. The whole experience was rather weird since I was getting "details" that were pretty specific, and the whole thing left me really confused. For one thing it felt like I was watching an episode of Criminal minds. And in it some of the finer details were screwed up... it was like an alternate universe.

In this Universe.... Jack and Reid were brothers. They also have a random unknown sister who is sort of annoying. Hotch was still Jack's dad so I guess that would have made him Reid's dad as well. Hayley was there too. The basic scenario was that Reid was visiting "home" for the Holidays. They were having a get together with extended family, and friends. Everyone was gathered outside except for Hotch, Hayley, Jack and Reid, who were inside. Despite the fact that it was around Christmas in the dream, there was no snow outside.... probably a testament to the fact that no matter the time of year, the team never encounters snow.

Anyways, Reid is sitting on the couch with his sister watching tv. For some reason they seem to be watching an episode of Criminal minds. In the episode of Criminal minds, it's at the very end of the show, and it seems like something bad had happened to Reid, and Jack was infected with some sort of Disease from a cut during an attack. We don't actually here this directly but it is implied from a phone call. We see a set of family potraits, and Both Reid and Jack's portraits are smashed.

Reid's sister walks away, and says something Bitchy. For some reason, the episode on tv is "Rewound" too see what led to this, only now it seems like the episode has changed. Reid has a strange premonition, and calls Jack over to him, asking how his little bro is. He holds him close, and asks "You want to watch your brothers show with him?" (indicating the Criminal minds epiosde he was watching). All of a sudden there is a commotion outside in the yard. A gang of tough looking guys approaches. Instinctively, Reid knows they are after Jack, and sends him into the other room, a long with a little girl who suddenly appears.

The gang terrorizes the people outside momentarily before entering the House. The TV is still playing in the background. Reid stands up but the gang surrounds him. They are all carrying knives. Reid tries to reach for his gun, but one of the gang members grabs it. One of the other gang members (not the same one who grabbed the gun), grabs his arms and pins them behind him. Another dude punches him in the gut, and the guys who aren't holding him walk into the next room, where they find Jack. Reid gets away from the men, and hits rewind on the remote, and suddenly the Criminal minds episode on the TV changes to another alternate ending.

The scene in the room changes. The guys are gone, and Jack is still sitting there with Reid. This time Reid knows what is going on for sure. He gets Jack and the litttle girl to hide under the couch (which is sort of like a bed. I'm not quite sure how this works). The gang members come back, and terrorize the people outside. When Reid sees them he runs around searching for his gun, but it's nowhere to be found. The gang members enter the house, this time holding both guns and knives. They search around, and Jack and the girl crawl out from under the couch and run into the next room. Reid follows them. As the gang members enter the room, Reid grabs his gun from somewhere, and starts shooting them one by one. For some reason one of the gang members looks like Rossi. He gets them all and Jack and the girl is safe. Somehow Reid himself is safe despite the gang memebers having automatic weapons.

later I had another dream where I got some more information. Apparently the reason Reid was part of Hotch's family was becuase he was actually undercover to protect Jack. I'm not quite sure where Hotch and Hayley ended up during this scenario, nor the sister. They sort of dissapeared into the background once the attakc happened.

It's funny but I sort of see the makings of a weird fan fiction in this dream, if I can work out some of the unexplainable kinks. And the weird part is, that during this dream I had sort of a writer's view of what was going on. I was getting the characters motivations, information I shouldn't have from what I was seeing, occasionally I got a first person view of the situation (like when Reid was shooting the bad guys) so I guess maybe my brain was trying to tell me something. The only quesiton is... should I listen?

A Morbid tale

I'm only putting this here for now because I am to lazy to put it on my website.

“But how much glue do we used to bind the materials together?” they asked the man standing before them.

“More than a dollop and less then a wallop” the man replied. But that was the kind of answer they had come to expect from this man who considered himself an artist, and what they were doing art. As an artist, he told them, he could not give others some recipe to greatness. They had to learn the judgment of true art for themselves.

Both men could appreciate that if what they were doing was art. But the morbid collections of wood, metal, glue and human flesh before them could hardly be considered art. Either their supervisor was nuts, or this artist facade was his way of dealing with the awful duty assigned to him by the higher ups. There was a distinct possibility of both being true.

Many of those working for these evil men suffered some sort of mental breakdown. The trauma of all the things they did, all the things they saw, was just to much for a man to handle. Those who didn’t show some sign of mental deterioration after the first month were usually gathered up by the high ones and taken away for some other duty. For those were the ones without a conscious.

These two men were fine so far, neither having suffered very much mentally. They had both lasted three months without being transferred. But less who weren’t driven insane were transferred from their detail since they only worked as part of the cleanup crew. There was less stress involved since those they dealt with didn’t resemble anything even close to a human any more.

Their tasks were simple. To take the “leftovers”, and other materials, and follow simple designs in an attempt to turn them into something useful for the higher ups. A way of recycling the mess if you will. So far they had little success, for they lacked the sophisticated tools and training needed to make something of value.

The men were glad they did not have the tools and training they needed. It was easier to watch one creation after another slip down the disposal chute, then to live knowing they produced something in which an ingredient was human flesh. They feared that if they did succeed, it would only prompt more killings. Killings so they could mass produce whatever it was, and ship it off to distant countries so that they could fund their ongoing war with the people of neighbouring Isandule. A war of metal creations, and not one that required real people, or a real army.

The two men had had real names once. Back before they decided to join that which pretended to call itself a government. But after they had joined and been sent to this cleanup center, they had come to be known only as TY2200 and X3000. Even the man before them had forgotten his name. He was known to them only as Sir, or B22.

B22 had come long before the others. He had been working for the so called government for years. The number 22 indicated that. He was the 22^nd supervisor to be appointed, in the first group of supervisors to be appointed Each group was 3000 strong at it’s fullest. As were the executive branch, Bs were the supervisors, everything else were the pawns, that was how it had always been. Everyone reduced to a series of letters and numbers. Only the highest powers were allowed to keep their names. Not that it mattered.

The pwns, and even the supervisors and executive branch were meaningless to the higher ups. When a person died, his or her identity was re-assigned to someone else. When they ran out of numbers, if they ran out of numbers, they would start expanding the groups to 6000 each.

B22, he knew he was the first B22. A twisted achievement. Looking at the men before him hew knew he was looking at the third TY2200, and the seventeeth X3000. Unlucky number that one. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Not anymore.

fustrating creativity

So I was brainstorming some ideas for the novel I am working on, War of the Dragons: Dragon's Orb (tentative), and wrote a lot of them down on paper, meaning to come back and actually write the section I was brainstorming for today. However when I got down to writing, I looked over my notes and was reminded that I had decided one of the major characters needed to be able to use basic magic. However I hadn't written any of this down, so of course now I know that the character needs basic magic, but I can't for the life of me figure out why. I think it had something to do with the section I am in the process of writing, but it doesn't really fit in why it would be important. I am regretting that I didn't go and update her character sheet as soon as I made the descision and write down why she needs to use magic as part of my brainstorming notes yesterday. That would have made life a whole lot easier.

Update: I remembered what I wanted her to have magic for :P