dream-journal post - first of the year

[boogieshoes]

sorry for the double post tonight, but i didn't want people to have to go thru the gym stats to get to the dream journal.

I woke up this morning covered in sweat, and dude, 

it wasn't even that much of an action-adventure dream, heh. It started with me watching Mr and Mrs Claus - or clones thereof - redecorating their shop. It wasn't a toy shop, I think it was a Christmas shop. A la Supernatural, I knew they were an old western european God/Goddess pair. I'm watching Mr Claus hang up wreaths on a chandelier in the center of the shop. The wreath bases are pine boughs, but the two that are up there have symbols of fall and winter, and he's hanging a third with symbols of spring. Incidentally, they're being hung facing points coincident with the four cardinal directions.

Then my best college bud Dean comes in. He stops for a moment and asks "What are they doing?"

And I reply, "I think they're trying to remake themselves into pagan Deities."  I turn to Mr and Mrs Claus. "The plan is to make yourselves relevant to pagan worshippers today, right?" They beam at me. "You know modern pagans aren't into human and blood sacrifices, right? There's no power that way."

They say something like, "We all have to change with the times. Besides, there's power in numbers."

I turn back to Dean and ask him how his studies are coming. He looks a little sheepish.

"Fine, fine... hey, look, I came across these diaries and thought you might be interested in them. And they're fun, so I was wondering if you could write a stageplay from them."

And I'm thinking 'What? Do I answer to William Shakespeare?' But of course I *say*, "Well, let me take a look - go study your math."

So he gives me the diaries, which are like, 30 little 2.5"x3" books, half bound in faded red leather, half in faded blue, and off he goes. I must have read them because the next scene in the dream is the play, which is taking place in the lunchroom.

The play is entitled "The Tale of Chris Larabee: Gunslinger of the West". Apparently, I lack imagination for titles in dreams as well as real life. So, yes, all seven characters were present, and for some reason, I'd painted all the fadeded covers with latex paint, red or blue, except one last red book. No, I don't know either.

So, there were a couple extra characters - the play was like one particular episode, and I'm not sure, but i think the plot centered on this boy and girl - late-teen teenagers - and how they were related to the Seven in general and Chris in particular and when they start seearching for him this puts in motion events that affect all of them. And when the play is over, and we're having a cast party, I call the actors who'd played the teens over and handed them the last book and said, "you gotta read this."

While they sit down to read it, I go out to the cast party and meet up with Dean, and talk to him and generally shoot the shit. The other two come back, and are a little dazed. The girl asks if I really believed this would happen. I was like... "I don't know, but I kind of want to find out - we need to head down to the market intersection, soon."

Dean's like, "I'll go with you." And it suddenly strikes me, "Hey, you read that book!"

And he nods. "I found them nearly a year ago, and I wasn't sure what to do with them."

So we head down to the farmer's market, and I point out to the guy where he's supposed to be and we amble over and I'm next and Dean says "You're supposed to be looking over the cabbage and bump into Vin."

So Dean and I go off to peruse some gigantic cabbage heads while the other girl goes to her spot. I actually bump into Vin as I'm walking *to* the stall. He kind of stands out. Except it's not OW!Vin, it's ATF!Vin. I'm kind of fumbling my apology, and Dean nudges me to look somewhere, and there's ATF!Ezra, and ATF!JD, and Buck, and Josiah, and Nathan, and finally Chris. Everyone else looks almost like their OW!counterparts except for clothes and minor things. Ezra's hair is a bit longer, more relaxed, more flyaway/soft and browner. Vin is skinnier. Count the bones skinny. But ATF!Chris managed to pick up some Polynesian background somewhere, I don't know where. OTOH, short black hair in a crew cut and black eyes glare just as well as blond and green. And also, he hugged me at one point, and I felt very safe, because he was hella strong!

Chris is kind of pissed - I mean, how did 4 college kids spot them while they were working the crowd for (whatever it was)? I handed him the little red diary, and I said, "You need to read this. I'm not going to pressure you to do anything, but it's kind of... well, you need to know about it."

Chris is a speedreader, because he finishes the diary in a few minutes, and hands it to Josiah, then Ezra. He doesn't really believe it, and he's like, "How did you know? How did you fake it?" But we're kind of going, "We're not sure we believe it, either. It's just... impossible. But the diary isn't faked. We don't know what to do with it."

"I gotta think," Chris says, and stalks off. So the rest of the Seven are looking at us and the four of us are looking back at them, and all of us are like 'What now?'

"So, when are finals?" Vin finally asks.

Dean moans. "Tomorrow!"

"And you still haven't studied, have you?"

"Uh..."

"This is the third time he's taken fractions, and he has to pass it this time, so of course he hasn't studied a bit!" Now, I'm not sure why dream!Dean can't pass a course on fractions, because RL!Dean pretty much has his math down cold. Maybe it was really a course on fractals, which I believe are a whole different kettle of greek-entrenched equations.

Anyway, we start talking and finally Chris comes back and he says, "We need to get going on this thing. I guess we better take them with us." So me and the two actor-kids are kinda delighted, and we turn to go, and I realize Dean isn't coming with us.

"I can't go." He says. "I have to stay here/ wasn't invited/ have something to do here."

This is a blow to me. dream!Dean is dream!me's best friend, and I don't know if I can go or want to go without him. But he says, "Go, sweetie. It's important that you do. And you deserve it, you know." We hug, and then the rest of us leave. I look back, and Dean's standing in the street with his arms crossed over his chest, but I know it's more because he's already sad to see me go, just like I'm sad to leave.

We get to where we're going, and we get into the cars... except they're not cars, they're horse-drawn sleighs chained together and attached to an 8-hitch team. (Dasher and Dancer...) The horses are all black coal ponies. So Chris snaps the reins - because of course he would be driving - and we take off. And by 'take off', I mean, fly at 20k, only it's magic, because there are no lack of O2 problems...

We're heading back to Denver and Chris's ranch, and as we fly over the city (of Denver) I'm like "Look how pretty the snow is on all the buildings!" But as we get closer to the ranch, I see the horses struggling. "Can't you see them? They're having a hard time."

"It's a tough route," Chris answers. He indicates for some reason he can't do anything, so I say, "Let me try to help them." By this time, we're only like, 20-30 feet off the ground. I climb out of the front sleigh and carefully through the working/ running animals, and get to the front, where I take ahold of the reins and try to take some of the strain from them as I lead them over the hills. Yeah, weird dream is weird.

And then I woke up, because my alarm went off, and the sheets were
soaked through with sweat.

why does it always end when it's just getting good?

-bs

Comments

[slavelabour.livejournal.com]

Yay! Crazy fannish dreams FTW! I am very jealous you got to hug Chris in your dream. I talked to a friend who met MB recently and she said she was waiting in line to get his autograph and she tripped and went down hard right in front of him. Really embarrassing, right? Not really, because he came around the table to help her up and see if she was okay and then gave her a hug. She said she got so many hugs! *SO JEALOUS!*