Mistress Darkness

I had just had the coolest dream and my mom woke me up. She is playing tennnis today and wanted to say goodbye to me. I understand that but man ....

The dream was awesome enough shortly before it ended. My dream self was always visiting a small zoo with very rare animals, and flirting with the care takers who strangely enough were armed. As it turned out later in the dream, the zoo was in some enclosed Eastern Europe nation and I was the daughter of the military right hand man of the country (and he looked familiar, but I do not remember the actors name).

Now, it seemed that I had a relationship with one of the caretakers who was accompanying my father somewhere and in the meantime teased one of the other caretaker a bit who I obviously had dated previously. He was abit worried because one of his co-workers had been murdered and he was afraid my father might have something to do with it. But I told him something about, that contrary to what everyone believed, I do not sleep with everyone.

Then we saw on the monitor that my father had returned and he had four members from the Criminal Minds BAU team with him. It seemed a bit as if they had been drugged (Angela Merkel was also there but who cares?) While my dreamself was totally drooling over Derek and my colleague said: "Wow, your dad really got someone to look into those killings." I was woken up.

10 minutes top and I bet my naughty dream self would have made Derek feel very welcome *sighs*

I had a rather strange and in a way depressing dream about one of my favourite movies ...

A few strange scenes, I remember walking around in Santa Carla but I think I was one of the good guys from the movie ... most vividly I remember a scene when the Frogs, Sam and my dream I where cornered in a gym hall by all the Boys (who apparantly returned naked from hell and had to borrow weird clothing from the nearest cloth line in some hippie backyard).

Not sure who the character was but I was her, I apparantly knew the vampires and now I was a witch .. (yeah, I must say witch/vampire relationships are my new favourite fanfic theme). I tried to sneak away and ended up having a conversation one on one with Dwayne.

When I woke up I just thought: Man this guy is old right now... I was just 8 when the movie came out, I guess I was just about 11 when I first saw it ... how could I not feel depressed about that dream?

All my through my teenage years I had the hots for those vampires and I still feel that way, but I also weird being physically so much older than the Lost Boys. *sighs*

I guess my age will influence my fanfic writing more and more and how I am able to dream and fantasize about my favourite characters ...

If not for the brain numbing incident earlier, I would have already sat down in the kitchen and posted about this. I had another very nice dream featuring a sexy villain. *hintsaticon*

It was very weird and and took place on a very large lake. There was nothing caribbean about the whole dream, but at various points characters seem to appear. Most prominently Barbossa, who was apparantly of the opinion the lake belonged to him.

I was on board a smaller ship, I think we were on some sort of expedition, do not remember for what. However, I do remember some excursions and something about Highlander: The series (which was hint at another dream that I do not really recall in detail once I am awake - has something to do with my favourite character Kronos, like an extra episode that never happened).

We saw Barbossa's ship come closer and being on a lake, we quickly heade for land and seperated to avoid being caught. Funny thing was, the pirates came after us and they tried to capture us by shooting some sort of net at us. My dream self was in much, much better condition than myself and she avoided those things by stopping and breaking out to the side. So they would hit in front or beside her.

Nonetheless, two pirates had almost caught up with me. So I fled onto a beautiful cloisterlike mansion and hid in a tree. When the inhabitants showed up, the pirates took off. Some creepy looking woman - or should I say a woman with a creepy stare, who saw them asked me what I was doing there. Before I could think of something, she asked me again whether I might be here about the job. The way she said it, implied that my dreamself should better say yes.

After waking up, all I thought was: "Wow - was my dreamself an idiot or what?"

Kitchen duty with some strange circle of women or getting captured by Barbossa. I certainly know what I would have choosen and I certainly would not have needed that excellent condition my dreamself had. At one point I considered writing a silly, but smutty one-shot, where a group of POTC Fans get actually sucked into the movies.

Everyone in the group (which consisted of rabid Sparrow fangirls and me) would then be captured by Barbossa. On deck of his ship he then would ask, who wants to join him in the cabin and who would rather wait for Jack to come and rescue him. Of course I was like, yeah, cabin, cabin, me, me! You know, like Donkey in the menue of the Shrek DVD.

The idea was that we all signed a contract with the devil (without knowing it, much like in Stay Tuned) to get the ultimate POTC experience. All those fangirl masses were drawn in by the "Meet the Captain of the Black Pearl" advertisement. As with Stay Tuned - you had to stay alive for 72 hours - before you were returned to boring reality. Otherwise you were dead and the devil got your soul.

I think watching a Farscape episode before going to bed was a really good idea. My favourite character made an appearance in my dream.

I do not recall that much, it was really strange - somehow he worked undercover at Marktkauf in the gardening department *lol* There was something about a lost peacekeeper ship that was found out to be stranded on earth. My dream self then found out that she was the daughter of one of the crew members.

Oh well, those were the parts that made sense, I think I just blanked out the rest, like the sewer part ... but I like having dreams with my favourite characters, especially when they are not completely out of character.

The best one of this kind was me dreaming I am on a plane and then The Kurgan shows up and demands that I give him the window seat. Sitting next to my favourite villain on a plane *swoon*

BTW - My new mp3 player mix is so much better than before. Nothing against Nightwish, they are my favourite band - but it was not exactly a mix with them taking up 90% of all the songs. Now I got lots of other favourites thrown in as well and removed a few Nightwish songs that just did not work for me on the road.

You remember that cute little movie a few years back with all the convict on the plane. Yup CON AIR. Have not seen it for month and yet for some reason I had a dream with the main villain - Cyrus Grissam, Nicknamed the Virus (because he killed so many people).

It was kind of funny, at first I was shopping with O and in the dream I found a story that has my favourite spagetti for sale (they are on sale at Penny on the 16th or so). We also biggered about lots of stuff. Stuff got blurry as dreams usually are. Suddenly I was one of the retail women, some 40-50ish overweight one. I was bound and on my bed and Cyrus was walking around. It seemed he was about to re-create the event at the beginning of his career when he had come to "our" home and shot both of us. However this time he had an uzi and not a single shot pistol.

( more Cyrus dream stuff )

Nothing like an exciting mini-movie as a dream ... not to mention my second favourite character in the movie was Larkin, so cool that they both appeared and totally in character!!

Count Vladislaus Dragulia visited me in my dreams tonight.

My dream self was attending college in a sleepy little coast town in Italy and guess who one of the professors was? At one night I walked home past a cemetary and suddenly he showed up in his long cape. Then a rival female vampire attacked me and he protected me. After walking me home, I apparantly lived with some relatives outside of campus, I asked him in.

He kissed me goodnight on the cheek and before I knew it he was drinking from me. Then I did not see him till the day he had his seminar but always lurked around the cemetary on my way home.

In a switch I suddenly was Dracula and handling a spat with the other female vampire who was extremly jealous and Dracula-Me was pissed at her constantly ruining his games.

Tt was a bit strange and for some reason Heath's Joker also made an appearance, but mostly the dream was about Lacroix. Yeah the one from Forever Knight! If I ever had doubts if I was still a fangirl (after those dreadful exerpts from the third season) the dream swept it all away.

It actually started out rather fugly, with my character looking for a flat and then the women who showed me the flat discovered that a couple of gangsters had overtaken it. I managed to slip into another room unnoticed, while she was brought to the head of those thugs and if you read the first sentence, you know who that was.

Anyone, I escaped through the windows and also some of those guys followed me, I managed to evade them, well at least for now - but more about that later.

Instead, I picked up on another add, household-help with few hours and free living, it also said it involved a pregnant lady, but with my current problems I decided to give it a try. As it turns out, the women did not really want someone to help her with the household, she was looking for someone willing to fullfill her duties as a wife, while she was pregnant and it would endanger the child. Now guess who her husband was *rofl*

( more about the Lacroix part of the dream )

... or something like that was what I said to my mother in the dream I just woke up from and that got tears streaming all over my face. What did I dream about? Where we used to live before we moved here. In other words something that is about 17 years away from now.

Back then we lived in a flat in a house much smaller than this, with our landlords living in the only other flat below us. This house was located in a street that was shaped like an U. We were somewhat at the corner of one of the bends of the U. At the very bottom was a large front yard. Now every year while we were there, there used to be a big party at one of the weekends in the summer. It was called "Siedlerfest" (Settler's Party) and involved all of the guys who lived in the street. There was a big tent set up, you could sit inside and outside. Friday afternoon everything was set up and then everyone had a huge barbeque, there was music and dance and then on Saturday there were Games for older and younger kids, but also darts and a tombola and around the early afternoon some of the guys went to fetch the dinner (which was always the same for both days) a huge pig roast with crust and to that you had sauerkraut and something else which I don't remember and never ate, either.
Yes and there was drinking, too - but not like in this village around "Schützenfest" when all the hobby marksmen get together to shoot out a new king, who then invites everyone the next day to get drunk at his home. Because on the day of the fest, almost every guy is drunk at noon already. Back then some where really drunk, too - but only around midnight. By the time most of us kids were already supposed to be in bed. But my parents knew I was not able to sleep anyway, so I was always out very late - by the time 70% were already in bed. It was really cool and probably the first time I saw my elementary school principal and teacher intoxicated *lol* I guess one of the differences is, that nobody drank hard stuff - just bear - because the goal was not to get drunk - the goal was to have fun.
Of course us, teens and kids, were up early again and long before most of the adults showed up again on sunday. It was kind of funny guessing when the guys who have been out the latest would turn up (which was always after noon *lol*). Then we ate what was left or distributed it among the us and some more games for young and old.
It probably does not sound like much, but I miss it a lot. I think as little as I care for the idiots who live in this village, as much I cared for our neighbours back then. In the dream tonight we were for some reason in our flat again, a place I sometimes dream about - mainly that we moving back in. I guess I really liked that place a lot, too. Maybe because I felt closer to my mother back then as well - you know when my father was just a guest who would stir things up but leave. It sometimes is so strange to think how attached I used to be to her, I avoided doing all things she did not thought highly about.
Maybe, I'll write to our old landlords (my parents are still friends with them) and ask for some photos to remember it by. Because I am sure by now this is illegal because tents have been deamed unsafe by German authorities. Those senile fucktards! edit: Talked to my parents who are also sad and miss it. But it turns out that while it was not held for two years because of a series of funerals and the like, it is still going on and we all agreed we would go there this summer. As former settlers we are more than welcome.
As for the tent rule that does not include private parties. So I feel still slightly sad thinking of all the people who have moved or passed away, but I really look forward to seing my former neighbours again.
Can someone please tell me why thinking about this has me in tears? I guess I am still a bit sick, because usually I don't cry that much. I am going to get a headache if this does not stop soon.

So I had another one, not as bad as the last one, but pretty fucked up.

As always things were a little strange and non-linear, at least in the way that sometimes I was watching a movie about a group of soliders (on holiday) getting lost in a dangereous jungle, then on occasion I was one of them. I remember the end best, I was kind of on a boot trying to reach other members who were on a small rocky island in the middle of a stream, lake (but a fucking huge wide one) and then my really small boot was attacked by really huge shark .... I stopped at another even smaller rocky Island (which was at first just a bare rock) then the shark was also stranded there and tried snap me. I used a trunk of a broken off tree (yeah, which magically appeared) and somehow it split the shark in half when it bit into it. Then the pieces of the shark started to grow into new sharks. Suddenly there was a small hollow cave in the rocky island and a corpse was floating out of there covered by crabs, then some weird black guy with with tribal paintings surfaced as well and said something. "Like, don't worry he will be allright".

He brought the team to his home village, where everyone was tied to totem poles with their first name carved in. The tribe apparantly had no clue what to do with them, they were having strange philosphical discussion and it turned out this was not earth.

By that time I was already a watcher again and in a trailer (I loathed these as a kid) and was trying to figure out on which channel this was coming (???) I said to myself, fuck, this is just as bad as the Quartermain movies, but somehow cool. (There were also flash backs from their training as soldiers in the dream/movie). The trailer was dark and I tried to switch on the light and then I was in bed and tried to switch on the light and it did not get one, I must have tried a dozen times before I really woke up and then the light worked.

to have my in-class talk tomorrow, but I mix something up and then I go on focusing on my history exam with the sweet knowledge that I have completed the assignment. The weekend will be horror enough with the seminar and all that - but I think it would be wise to skip the Monday afterwards, I was wise enough to have one only missed one, so I can use it to relax my nerves later on. To be precise I could skip the Tuesday as well, but I like it far too much.

Oh well the only bad thing Is I have to stay longer this Tuesday, because I want to get a letter of recommendation from a prof for my semester abroad.

Now for some tea and a bit of resting in bed before I have to get dressed and go, as I need to go a bit earlier and could not have slept more than a couple of hours thanks to my leaking uterus. It is annoying how that piece of junk can botch things up for me. At least I had a semi cool dream, that had something to do with Agent Smith. Very hard to describe it was not really the Matrix and he had not the same function, but it was close - if at all he was less loathing towards our species (not that I ever have hold that against him) *lol*

... featuring Matt Cordell alias the Maniac Cop from the movies of the same name.

I can't recall how often I had some strange dream, where he is running around and for some reason I dream up some character who is helping him kind of adjust to his undead state *lol*


ON a different note, we apparently got heavy water dammage .. there currently figuring out where exactly it is comming from, but there is a puddle in our heating room and high water in the boiler room next to it.

I also need to go to the university today *sighs* Group meeting , but first I have to take the dog for a walk.

You know I rarely have nightmares that really creep me out so much, that I feel the need, to turn on the light, get out of bed. This one did.

I was on excursion with my British Social History class, we slept on bunks in a huge museum hall. Next door some decomposed body they found buried. When the light went out, I got this creepy feeling and I turned on a flashlight and there was this old hag, brittled up, slightly decomposed, long grey hair and long grey nightgown like stuff. She was pretty close but moving extremly slowly.

I tried to call for help, but I couldn't bring out more than a half-suffocated croak. I couldn't even rush out of her way, I was almost completely paralyzed with fear. Then the flash light fall down and I could feel her more than see her. So I grabbed a candle and light it, burning her arm that almost touched me. Silently screaming she backed off and I still not able to scream, went to the next bunk and tried to wake up another student.

Then he turned the light on and although there was no trace of her, I started to scream and everyone came closer. I started getting these infos in form of articles which flashed in my head. Like a photodocumentary reporting how she used to be a real ugly woman with broad features, but after some mysterious deaths in her neighbourhood, she would turn slender and more beautiful. Well obviously she needed to work on her looks once more.

*sighs* I hope this creepy feeling goes away soon. I need my sleep.



BTW, Tweaky says "Evanescence Rules!" - I love Insanejournal!

Talking about weird fandoms and even weirder dreams ... out of nowhere I had a pretty hot and steamy dream about Matt Cordell again. Granted he looked a lot like in the first movie (I'm might be a bit into undead folk but certainly not to that degree) but it still never amazes me how often I have these dreams.

I don't really recall much details but in fact he was traveling daily around here (with unexisting train roots) and me (I was really me in that dream) was becoming a bit of a stalker. It was pretty strange stuff, I remember going on a train with him, then later a bus and finally I catched up on the B71 (which passes behind our village) and he wasn't really sure what I wanted.

But as in waking life I was never short of an explanation ... there was almost a sex scene, but maybe the road site wasn't the best location. Anyway we kind of agreed to meet again and drive somwhere and then stuff got really weird, my parents came in and there was this huge shopping centre for pasta and animal food.

Boah, after having som strange dream, where I was first a sexually abused boy at a magic school and dreaming about everything I was forced to do in detail. I became one of the teacher's there trying to prove that some staff members had abused the boy I had been before. Much of those details have faded ... (somehow Daredevil from the old Hulk movie showed up and I was having a Picard kind of moral convicing discussion with Sabretooth and Toad who had been hired by the bad teacher) then there was a discussion with my own parents, who said the meanest things, behaving like total unfeeling bastards. (Which they tend to do every know and then)

Then I dreamt I woke up, went downstairs to let one of the cats in (it was Lotti, the other two were walking in front of my feet). Absolutely real, until I heard a shot, saw the door kind of exploding and felt the bullet hitting my back. I fell down and must have woken up. But it took me minutes before I got around to wiggling my toes to see if that still works. I still got this numb feeling in my back.

So fucked up, it's not like I could not use some sleep before my longest day at the university. And all I do is feel totally messed up ..

Hmm wow the post works fast, got my dvd delivery really fast. I wasn't expecting it before December, the 6th! But here it goes Labyrinth, Filmation's Ghostbuster Vol. 1, Silders Season 1&2 and some other goodies. The strong Euro makes shopping in the US really, really cheep ...

Tonight I got a really weird dream. At first we had sort of a skeleton invasion, they occasionally walked down the road from the tracks behind my house. Eventually I would bash their heads in and they would stop walking - creepy but kind of cool. Somewhere along the fighting I got on a train.

Lots of people one was my father - then I found out he was the driver and we nearly had an accident, because he did not stick to the driver's cabin. Recless parents driving nightmares seem to haunt me know.

The night before the dream was a lot cooler. I was in this strange building, it looked like the upper floor of a wooden shed, but way more roomy. I think I was Marion (one of the two OFC from my Highlander fanfiction) and I was having wild sex with Kronos when some other immortal woman dropped in and was after my head.

Kronos did not like being interrupted and so he ended up taking her head and afterwards we started almost where we left off. Unfortunately (as always) I woke up ....

So finally I get a good nights sleep again and it comes with a really cool dream. At first it was a bit confusing. I had this really great luxurious hotelroom in New York, but it kept disappearing. Sometimes the door was there, sometimes not. Finally the whole hotel vanished, I don't know exactly what happened then, just remember some running around, a cinema.

At some point I was out on the streets again and then I got this feeling about another immortal following me, I turned around and saw some 100 meters behind me Kronos. As dreams are often illogic, I fled back to the Hotel, which was there again, asked for my key, darted into the elevator and yes, the room was there, too.

So I locked myself in and spied to this little glass whole to see if he might show up in the hallway. Well, why I was peeking suddenly an eye appeared and blocked my way. Then I heard him say "You better open that door right now ..."

Which I did, but as usual, once a dream becomes really interesting you wake up. *sniff*

I think it might be a good idea for a short fanfic.