Last night's dream was a little too whimsical and abstract for me to be able to put into words, but let me try.
I used to play a video game called "Spore". My favorite thing about the game was the creature creator, which I used to help my creative process while I made monsters. In my dream, I was using Spore to try and create one of my characters, a dragon named Indara, but no matter how hard I tried, my dragon always turned out to be an indistinguishable blob.
Desperately I tried rotating the camera, tweaking body parts, building up the body region... but no matter how hard I tried, it always turned out to be a blob that looked suspiciously like a slug. I also remember that it had normal eyes on the front of his face, but for some reason I was really intent on putting very tall stalk-eyes on it's back as well. As if dragons have sluglike stalk-eyes on their backs.
After this I decided to put my wannabe dragon for a test drive. I think I was also riding on it's back too as I tried to control it and guide it in a distinguishable straight line, but it kept swerving off and never actually going where I wanted it to. At least it was a fast slug. I think I fell off once.
A lot of my dreams have to do with things like this- me trying as hard as I can to create something or do something in a certain way, but insurmountable obstacles always keep me from accomplishing my goal. It's frustrating. Sigh.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Platypus Dog is Tickled
Last night, I was a hybrid chimera platypus dog running from scientists and policemen.
I took cover in an abandoned house and ran all the way up to the top floor, where I was cornered and trapped underneath two very large windows. In my mind, I was fretting about how it would be so easy to find a large platypus dog, especially if you looked through the windows. Before I know it, two policemen are staring down at me through the windows, looking bent and determined to capture me.
My mind quickly looks for any logical reason as to how they could possibly overlook me, and quickly comes up with a solution. Immediately, the policemen are applied with an extremely debilitating case of crosseyes and cannot see me even if they tried.
However, this short respite of being captured does not last long. The scientists have discovered me and trapped me in a large black garbage bag and began assaulting me with incessant tickles to my belly.
Yes, tickles.
The kind of tickles that are so intense that you can't breathe and it's no longer funny but you can't stop laughing. But instead of laughing, I was screaming, "Bark! Bark! Quack! Quack!"
And not in a poor imitation of a dog's bark or duck's quack, but I was actually SAYING those words, "Bark" and "Quack".
And then, I quickly seeped out of my dream state and into being consciously awake, because I realized that I actually WAS being assaulted by something that felt akin to being tickled beyond the point where you can breathe.
My abdomen was spontaneously twitching in strange muscle spasms O.o It was 3:00. I remember waking up groggily, wondering what the heck was going on with my belly. I felt my muscles contorting and twitching involuntarily. The only thing that helped was grabbing a big roll of skin and pulling it up as high as I could without injuring myself.
When the twitching finally stopped, I fell back asleep, in a daze. Being a platypus dog at one moment and human the next is pretty disorienting. Nevermind the spasms. I'm still stuck on the fact that I was a platypus dog.
Illustration coming soon!
I took cover in an abandoned house and ran all the way up to the top floor, where I was cornered and trapped underneath two very large windows. In my mind, I was fretting about how it would be so easy to find a large platypus dog, especially if you looked through the windows. Before I know it, two policemen are staring down at me through the windows, looking bent and determined to capture me.
My mind quickly looks for any logical reason as to how they could possibly overlook me, and quickly comes up with a solution. Immediately, the policemen are applied with an extremely debilitating case of crosseyes and cannot see me even if they tried.
However, this short respite of being captured does not last long. The scientists have discovered me and trapped me in a large black garbage bag and began assaulting me with incessant tickles to my belly.
Yes, tickles.
The kind of tickles that are so intense that you can't breathe and it's no longer funny but you can't stop laughing. But instead of laughing, I was screaming, "Bark! Bark! Quack! Quack!"
And not in a poor imitation of a dog's bark or duck's quack, but I was actually SAYING those words, "Bark" and "Quack".
And then, I quickly seeped out of my dream state and into being consciously awake, because I realized that I actually WAS being assaulted by something that felt akin to being tickled beyond the point where you can breathe.
My abdomen was spontaneously twitching in strange muscle spasms O.o It was 3:00. I remember waking up groggily, wondering what the heck was going on with my belly. I felt my muscles contorting and twitching involuntarily. The only thing that helped was grabbing a big roll of skin and pulling it up as high as I could without injuring myself.
When the twitching finally stopped, I fell back asleep, in a daze. Being a platypus dog at one moment and human the next is pretty disorienting. Nevermind the spasms. I'm still stuck on the fact that I was a platypus dog.
Illustration coming soon!
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