"My eyes are open"
Aug. 7th, 2004 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI blame you, Fluffy. This is your fault entirely.
Weird-ass dreams last night. After three or four nights of not having only no nightmares, but no discneribly weird or memorable dreams at all, I get Tyler fucking Durden. No, I don't know why.
And this really cute little Asian kid. That's your fault, April.
So we're playing out at Tyler's house. Which has come up a little in scale in the neighborhood, but not much. At least I think it's Tyler's house. 's what it looks like. I need to watch Fight Club some more. And apparently the shot to the head didn't kill him, because with a little reconstructive surgery Tyler and his host look just fine and Tyler's still wandering around. Go figure. There's lots of people around. I mean lots. And normal people, not indoctrinated zombies. Dunno when that happened.
There's this cute little Asian girl. She and I make friends after I snark off at Tai and his friends (and it took me until I actually woke up to figure out that that was Ty not Tai and yes, it did make sense. My subconscious brain makes sense. Who knew) and she and I wander around his yard together. She's really cute. Really young, too. Can't be much more than six. Tyler makes friends with her too, after a bit. After an embarrassing fiasco in which she sees him going into the "ecks-ecks-ecks" section of the bookstore. Oops. And tells him off for it. He thinks this is adorable.
So, yeah. Back to Tyler's house. And something happens, something bad. Something that sends a swarm of bees out and swarming around the house. Everyone runs inside. Because a house with that many holes in it (although maybe it doesn't have that many holes anymore) is going to be protection from bees, but never mind. It's safe. And I've got bee stings all up and down my arm, and Ty and me and a bunch of other adults are all checking to make sure if anyone's allergic and no one knows where the girl's parents are. 's ok. She's not having a reaction.
Except she is. About fifteen minutes later she starts having a reaction. We make her as comfortable as we can, and have a short fight about who gets to take her to the hospital since no ambulance will come out to this shithole of a neighborhood. Cue me shouting everyone down about how Ty will get her there because he's the fastest. No, I don't know when he suddenly became Han Solo or anything.
Meanwhile I'm having something of a reaction myself. Or maybe it's just the asthma. My dream-boyfriend, who is somehow a mix between my boyfriend and my crazy British ex (yeah, isn't that wonderful), and I have a small fight while I gasp for air before he throws my inhaler at me. And then another small fight while I'm on the phone to Tyler's house telling them what to do if anyone else goes into anaphilactic shock. Spelling error mine. It's right, too, because at this point I'm in lucid dreaming and my life is just fucked up. And I think at this point I was also wondering what the hell to say to the Tyler-mun.
The little girl doesn't make it. I go back to Ty's house and we get the news. Ty isn't seen for the next two days, and I start to worry. When he next shows up he's got this sickly grin and is pretending that nothing's wrong. Note: This is also the first time in the dream that Ty looks like his host, rather than appearing as himself. Which could be me having weird Julivision, or could be just that I know the secret. I hug him, and shortly after that I push the dream aside and start trying to figure out why Tyler Durden = Tai. Shortly after I start prying myself from the dream I figure it out. God, I'm dumb when I'm dreaming.
So. Yeah. I hope that was sufficiently ambiguous as to provide no spoilers whatsoever for the movie. I'm gonna go wake up now.
Weird-ass dreams last night. After three or four nights of not having only no nightmares, but no discneribly weird or memorable dreams at all, I get Tyler fucking Durden. No, I don't know why.
And this really cute little Asian kid. That's your fault, April.
So we're playing out at Tyler's house. Which has come up a little in scale in the neighborhood, but not much. At least I think it's Tyler's house. 's what it looks like. I need to watch Fight Club some more. And apparently the shot to the head didn't kill him, because with a little reconstructive surgery Tyler and his host look just fine and Tyler's still wandering around. Go figure. There's lots of people around. I mean lots. And normal people, not indoctrinated zombies. Dunno when that happened.
There's this cute little Asian girl. She and I make friends after I snark off at Tai and his friends (and it took me until I actually woke up to figure out that that was Ty not Tai and yes, it did make sense. My subconscious brain makes sense. Who knew) and she and I wander around his yard together. She's really cute. Really young, too. Can't be much more than six. Tyler makes friends with her too, after a bit. After an embarrassing fiasco in which she sees him going into the "ecks-ecks-ecks" section of the bookstore. Oops. And tells him off for it. He thinks this is adorable.
So, yeah. Back to Tyler's house. And something happens, something bad. Something that sends a swarm of bees out and swarming around the house. Everyone runs inside. Because a house with that many holes in it (although maybe it doesn't have that many holes anymore) is going to be protection from bees, but never mind. It's safe. And I've got bee stings all up and down my arm, and Ty and me and a bunch of other adults are all checking to make sure if anyone's allergic and no one knows where the girl's parents are. 's ok. She's not having a reaction.
Except she is. About fifteen minutes later she starts having a reaction. We make her as comfortable as we can, and have a short fight about who gets to take her to the hospital since no ambulance will come out to this shithole of a neighborhood. Cue me shouting everyone down about how Ty will get her there because he's the fastest. No, I don't know when he suddenly became Han Solo or anything.
Meanwhile I'm having something of a reaction myself. Or maybe it's just the asthma. My dream-boyfriend, who is somehow a mix between my boyfriend and my crazy British ex (yeah, isn't that wonderful), and I have a small fight while I gasp for air before he throws my inhaler at me. And then another small fight while I'm on the phone to Tyler's house telling them what to do if anyone else goes into anaphilactic shock. Spelling error mine. It's right, too, because at this point I'm in lucid dreaming and my life is just fucked up. And I think at this point I was also wondering what the hell to say to the Tyler-mun.
The little girl doesn't make it. I go back to Ty's house and we get the news. Ty isn't seen for the next two days, and I start to worry. When he next shows up he's got this sickly grin and is pretending that nothing's wrong. Note: This is also the first time in the dream that Ty looks like his host, rather than appearing as himself. Which could be me having weird Julivision, or could be just that I know the secret. I hug him, and shortly after that I push the dream aside and start trying to figure out why Tyler Durden = Tai. Shortly after I start prying myself from the dream I figure it out. God, I'm dumb when I'm dreaming.
So. Yeah. I hope that was sufficiently ambiguous as to provide no spoilers whatsoever for the movie. I'm gonna go wake up now.