Havana and the Aberrations
Aug. 10th, 2005 06:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
I don't remember my dreams terribly much, and that's pretty unfortunate for me because I do miss them. Especially when I hear the awesome dreams that some other people have!
So, I remembered one today. *And* it was a good one. The sheer rarity of this warrants me inflicting it on other people. Besides, I can turn it into a story fairly easily, so I'll mark it down on an 'index card' here. (Gods bless you, Anne Lamott.)
I was a regular high-school kid in this dream, but for some reason I felt the need to be sneaky; going through alleys and back roads, constantly checking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't followed, indulging the urge to remain unseen. I finally made it home after some time, to my normal family. A harried but hard-working father, an equally distracted but caring mother...and the cleaning lady who came to our apartment to sweep and mop. One of the reasons it's so hard for me to tell about my dreams is there are little...cultural quirks like that, and it's very tempting to tangent about how neat I find it. Basically, the cleaning lady goes from house to house, and sweeps and mops your floor, dusts your furniture, and does little things for a dinner and a night's sleep in the house. Typically homeless. Don't ask me how I know this, I just knew. Everyone else did, too, for it was an accepted part of society.
Only this cleaning lady did have a home. Oddly enough, it was linked by a tunnel that ran behind a wall in our study. I followed her down into a sort of janitor's closet, where she sank into a chair. She sighed, and her legs quickly became a mass of writhing tentacles.
Understandably, my eyes widened considerably, but not for reasons you might think; it didn't surprise me that our personal cleaning lady turned into some kind of octopus-taur...well, it did. But what surprised me was I hadn't recogized her for what she was before. I was a part of the same team.
I walked up to her and she didn't seem to be surprised that I was there. We made small conversation as if everything were normal; and then some guy came in through the other door. She quickly grew her legs back and turned to see who it was, but it was all right. There was the janitor from school. He wore an eye patch and a persistent stubble. The cleaning lady asked me to shut the door, which I did and for good measure locked. Then we *all* sighed. Her tentacles spread out under half the table, he had grown horns, hooves and backwards knees, and I changed into an anthropomorphic brown rat. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stickypawz must be absolutely gleeful right now.)
We were all what society called 'aberrations,' basically mutants who had adopted a way of appearing normal in polite society. I'm not sure how bad being an aberration was, but I do know it was frowned upon. Most aberrations had adopted a weary, darkly humorous take on the situation, and there was the built-in camaraderie of having to use whatever glamour it was that kept us appearing "normal". From what I gathered, it was slightly uncomfortable...like wearing a belt that was a little too small.
As we were talking, we began to notice tremors, localized and rhythmic, periods to a sentence we weren't reading. The satyr and octopus and I reverted, opened the door to find giants peering in at our hiding spot. We *very* quickly moved through yet *another* door while the pair of them smashed through the cleaning lady's home and chased us through the tunnel, effectively destroying it. To this day, I really don't know why we were being chased. ;)
The tunnel eventually lead to a maze garden, which we blew through trying to escape. It must have been in a public park, because eventually we found and hid inside a public bathroom/shower. Somehow, we managed to hide until the giants grew bored and retreated, but that was only the beginning of our troubles.
We were fairly inseperable by then. More assassins were sent after us throughout the following two weeks, forcing us underground, or at the very least, to adopt new and constantly shifting identities. The dream ended with us getting into a fight with three assassins calling themselves Death; apparently, they were part of some...hive-mind thing, or a single manifestation that splintered itself into four parts to deal with each member of our group (don't ask me where the fourth member came from). Anyway, Death said it would be back in ten days. I remember feeling *very* relieved we had so long to research and prepare for the coming battle with it. I was sure the fight would be nasty, but if we knew what we were dealing with, we could defeat it...
And then I woke up. I vaguely remember another dream in which I was a gnome (from Dungeons and Dragons, of course, not Harry Potter), and I wish I could remember more, because I'm rather fond of gnomes. :)
So, I remembered one today. *And* it was a good one. The sheer rarity of this warrants me inflicting it on other people. Besides, I can turn it into a story fairly easily, so I'll mark it down on an 'index card' here. (Gods bless you, Anne Lamott.)
I was a regular high-school kid in this dream, but for some reason I felt the need to be sneaky; going through alleys and back roads, constantly checking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't followed, indulging the urge to remain unseen. I finally made it home after some time, to my normal family. A harried but hard-working father, an equally distracted but caring mother...and the cleaning lady who came to our apartment to sweep and mop. One of the reasons it's so hard for me to tell about my dreams is there are little...cultural quirks like that, and it's very tempting to tangent about how neat I find it. Basically, the cleaning lady goes from house to house, and sweeps and mops your floor, dusts your furniture, and does little things for a dinner and a night's sleep in the house. Typically homeless. Don't ask me how I know this, I just knew. Everyone else did, too, for it was an accepted part of society.
Only this cleaning lady did have a home. Oddly enough, it was linked by a tunnel that ran behind a wall in our study. I followed her down into a sort of janitor's closet, where she sank into a chair. She sighed, and her legs quickly became a mass of writhing tentacles.
Understandably, my eyes widened considerably, but not for reasons you might think; it didn't surprise me that our personal cleaning lady turned into some kind of octopus-taur...well, it did. But what surprised me was I hadn't recogized her for what she was before. I was a part of the same team.
I walked up to her and she didn't seem to be surprised that I was there. We made small conversation as if everything were normal; and then some guy came in through the other door. She quickly grew her legs back and turned to see who it was, but it was all right. There was the janitor from school. He wore an eye patch and a persistent stubble. The cleaning lady asked me to shut the door, which I did and for good measure locked. Then we *all* sighed. Her tentacles spread out under half the table, he had grown horns, hooves and backwards knees, and I changed into an anthropomorphic brown rat. (
stickypawz must be absolutely gleeful right now.) We were all what society called 'aberrations,' basically mutants who had adopted a way of appearing normal in polite society. I'm not sure how bad being an aberration was, but I do know it was frowned upon. Most aberrations had adopted a weary, darkly humorous take on the situation, and there was the built-in camaraderie of having to use whatever glamour it was that kept us appearing "normal". From what I gathered, it was slightly uncomfortable...like wearing a belt that was a little too small.
As we were talking, we began to notice tremors, localized and rhythmic, periods to a sentence we weren't reading. The satyr and octopus and I reverted, opened the door to find giants peering in at our hiding spot. We *very* quickly moved through yet *another* door while the pair of them smashed through the cleaning lady's home and chased us through the tunnel, effectively destroying it. To this day, I really don't know why we were being chased. ;)
The tunnel eventually lead to a maze garden, which we blew through trying to escape. It must have been in a public park, because eventually we found and hid inside a public bathroom/shower. Somehow, we managed to hide until the giants grew bored and retreated, but that was only the beginning of our troubles.
We were fairly inseperable by then. More assassins were sent after us throughout the following two weeks, forcing us underground, or at the very least, to adopt new and constantly shifting identities. The dream ended with us getting into a fight with three assassins calling themselves Death; apparently, they were part of some...hive-mind thing, or a single manifestation that splintered itself into four parts to deal with each member of our group (don't ask me where the fourth member came from). Anyway, Death said it would be back in ten days. I remember feeling *very* relieved we had so long to research and prepare for the coming battle with it. I was sure the fight would be nasty, but if we knew what we were dealing with, we could defeat it...
And then I woke up. I vaguely remember another dream in which I was a gnome (from Dungeons and Dragons, of course, not Harry Potter), and I wish I could remember more, because I'm rather fond of gnomes. :)
