greenstorm | When the World Ends

Oh, man. Right now I'm in one of those states where some intense dream tangles up in another layer of dream and that tangles up in reality. I'd fallen back asleep with the SO, and this is th general outline of what I dreamt:

Quicksilver's player from OS was in charge of a some sort of peaceful protest faction of something or other against something or other else. His group got in a disagreement of some sort over something with a bunch of other people. He owned a landing pad near Science World.

Everything got kind of set up for some sort of a confrontation by which the people he was arguing with would take their jets and try and overfly this landing area to some unknown purpose. He, in turn, set up defenses -- some of those defenses.

(There was a little part here which involved shopping in the garden center and going to view these defenses, which really looked like labeled stations at a museum more than anything).

So Quicksilver gets a bunch of his people to drop over his landing pad in a bunch of these rigid parachute-things which are supposed to take up airspace so the jets can't overfly. But, the parachutes end up not slowing their fall, and the jets end up ramming into them anyhow. So Mom and I are in the car and they start falling, and fireballs start going up, and we start driving away. There are jets skidding down the street burning, behind us, that we have to outrace and avoid. Mom, bless her heart, stays nice and calm.

So we stop by to see the SO, who is kind of laid back about the fact that most of the city and most of the people we know have gone up in flames. I somehow end up at a UN meeting downtown with some of the survivors in it -- it's a small meeting.

Cut scene to the SO casually leaning up against the wall in bed grinning at me. All this stuff has happened but he doesn't care. He just wants sex.

Now I -really- wake up, not the above fake waking up. I know this stuff didn't really happen, nor is it going to. The SO gets all cuddly and I panic, get up, and come write this. It hasn't really helped extricate me from the dream-feeling, but it's a start.

What's that song? When the world ends I'll be lying in bed? I think I need a copy of that. I've been dreaming almost every night recently. That's both a good and a bad thing, I think, but it will take a bit to shake this feeling.

Ah, well, I needed to get up anyhow. I seem to be synched to the Juggler's wake schedule -- 10am when I wake up for the last time. Interesting, no?