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Dream: The Monochrome Sisters vs. the Dastardly Dick of D&D
Dream: The Monochrome Sisters vs. the Dastardly Dick of D&D
I dreamt I was planning to attend some sort of convention or festival. I knew a guy from my old gaming group was going and dragging the group with him, and that he'd made a big deal of it--tickets, name tags describing what everyone did, etc. I looked forward to this mostly because it meant he wouldn't be at the bookstore where the group ran, the Beacon, so I could stop in without running into his obnoxious ass.
I stopped by the swank little hotel where the event was happening and ran into an old friend, Erica G. I told her I couldn't stay long because the other group would be arriving soon, but she protested. Fuck that guy! There were other things going on--who cares what his little group did off to the side?
Meanwhile a whole pack of men in very Victorian tuxedos and top hats was checking in. To fit in, I tucked my black skirt high over a peasant blouse so it looked like a dress and posed with Erica and her friend, both of whom were in full Victorian regalia. Her friend kept insisting on standing close to me, and as the photographer snapped, I joked, "The monochrome sisters!" (In a semi-lucid moment, I thought of my bare and hairy legs and decided, mid-dream, that I'd be wearing wool stockings at this point, thank you very much.) The blouse was over a purple top and kept slipping, so I decided to find a restroom to use and to change my clothes.
I also noticed the aforementioned gamer guy glaring at me across the room with his group, lost in the larger mass. I was amused, but not in the mood for an argument.
I wandered, found a few small modified toilet cubbies and a couple of lockers, but no actual restrooms. In one of the lockers I opened, I saw a handful of little toys and gewgaws, which someone said was evidence that the B&B/hotel had inverted or averted the typical male/female archetypes by something or other. In another semi-lucid moment, I sighed and thought to myself, Or I could just get up and go use my own bathroom. And so I did.
Notes, details and explanations
#1. I left the gaming group because of that guy. I miss gaming with the group, except for that guy. What keeps me from suggesting a get-together with the other people in the group? The possibility, however remote, of having to deal in any way, shape or form with that guy. He is the asshole gamer everyone jokes about.
#2. The gaming group never met in a bookstore, and I don't know of any bookstores in the area called the Beacon. Though I noted that I could hit the bookstore without running into anyone, I didn't, and no bookstore appeared in the dream (though the hotel had a cozy "welcome to the author meet & greet!" feeling). Given the glaringly obvious "Beacon" name, it should mean something, but I'm not certain what. Some knowledge I'm free to seek out now?
#3. I so love Erica G. I'm not sure if she's in the dream because she's the kind of awesome gal who would say, "Fuck him, let's enjoy ourselves!" or if my sleepy brain noted the slight physical resemblance between the asshole gamer and one of Erica's exes (who is not, to the best of my knowledge, an asshole or a gamer).
#4. I don't know who Erica's friend was, but it felt as if she was there to make a pair, specifically a pair of advocates. This is important to me because duos occurs frequently in my dreams, as villains and as protectors, and in this dream we made a trio--even if my makeshift costume and purple undershirt did set me apart.
#5. I don't know what typical gender archetypes the hotel inverted or averted. I suspect it's something to do with using the toys to indicate gender for the restrooms, and dreaming me was just too fed up with the twee games and lack of obvious and available facilities to indulge the oh so clever hipster dreaming me in this nonsense anymore.
#6. Note the two moments of semi-lucidity, in which I knew I was dreaming to the extent that I could affect changes in the dream, but not to the extent that I could maintain control and have a giant robot pluck out the asshole gamer and insert Vin Diesel. Damn.
Questions, interpretations and ideas are welcome!
I dreamt I was planning to attend some sort of convention or festival. I knew a guy from my old gaming group was going and dragging the group with him, and that he'd made a big deal of it--tickets, name tags describing what everyone did, etc. I looked forward to this mostly because it meant he wouldn't be at the bookstore where the group ran, the Beacon, so I could stop in without running into his obnoxious ass.
I stopped by the swank little hotel where the event was happening and ran into an old friend, Erica G. I told her I couldn't stay long because the other group would be arriving soon, but she protested. Fuck that guy! There were other things going on--who cares what his little group did off to the side?
Meanwhile a whole pack of men in very Victorian tuxedos and top hats was checking in. To fit in, I tucked my black skirt high over a peasant blouse so it looked like a dress and posed with Erica and her friend, both of whom were in full Victorian regalia. Her friend kept insisting on standing close to me, and as the photographer snapped, I joked, "The monochrome sisters!" (In a semi-lucid moment, I thought of my bare and hairy legs and decided, mid-dream, that I'd be wearing wool stockings at this point, thank you very much.) The blouse was over a purple top and kept slipping, so I decided to find a restroom to use and to change my clothes.
I also noticed the aforementioned gamer guy glaring at me across the room with his group, lost in the larger mass. I was amused, but not in the mood for an argument.
I wandered, found a few small modified toilet cubbies and a couple of lockers, but no actual restrooms. In one of the lockers I opened, I saw a handful of little toys and gewgaws, which someone said was evidence that the B&B/hotel had inverted or averted the typical male/female archetypes by something or other. In another semi-lucid moment, I sighed and thought to myself, Or I could just get up and go use my own bathroom. And so I did.
Notes, details and explanations
#1. I left the gaming group because of that guy. I miss gaming with the group, except for that guy. What keeps me from suggesting a get-together with the other people in the group? The possibility, however remote, of having to deal in any way, shape or form with that guy. He is the asshole gamer everyone jokes about.
#2. The gaming group never met in a bookstore, and I don't know of any bookstores in the area called the Beacon. Though I noted that I could hit the bookstore without running into anyone, I didn't, and no bookstore appeared in the dream (though the hotel had a cozy "welcome to the author meet & greet!" feeling). Given the glaringly obvious "Beacon" name, it should mean something, but I'm not certain what. Some knowledge I'm free to seek out now?
#3. I so love Erica G. I'm not sure if she's in the dream because she's the kind of awesome gal who would say, "Fuck him, let's enjoy ourselves!" or if my sleepy brain noted the slight physical resemblance between the asshole gamer and one of Erica's exes (who is not, to the best of my knowledge, an asshole or a gamer).
#4. I don't know who Erica's friend was, but it felt as if she was there to make a pair, specifically a pair of advocates. This is important to me because duos occurs frequently in my dreams, as villains and as protectors, and in this dream we made a trio--even if my makeshift costume and purple undershirt did set me apart.
#5. I don't know what typical gender archetypes the hotel inverted or averted. I suspect it's something to do with using the toys to indicate gender for the restrooms, and dreaming me was just too fed up with the twee games and lack of obvious and available facilities to indulge the oh so clever hipster dreaming me in this nonsense anymore.
#6. Note the two moments of semi-lucidity, in which I knew I was dreaming to the extent that I could affect changes in the dream, but not to the extent that I could maintain control and have a giant robot pluck out the asshole gamer and insert Vin Diesel. Damn.
Questions, interpretations and ideas are welcome!