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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Location: San Marcos, United States

Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Encounter in the Woods

I was making my way through the woods, hunting with a huge solar powered electric rifle of some sort. After a time, I found myself lost. I smelled roasting meat, and headed for the smell, eventually coming across a small camp fire.

I was sitting there, roasting some venison. Suddenly the two of me coalesced into one, shortly after I said that I liked the long rifle better.

This Would be Good for the Drog...Except....

       I dreamed this morning, but all I could remember is thinking, “I have to remember this, this would be good for the drog.”
       Not particularly useful. I usually try to come up with a sort of title and plot synopsis, enough to jog my memory when I finally set down to a keyboard with a moment to type it up. This title was less than useless.

Sorry, I got nothing,

Typing, Typing, Typing (Posted from KPFM)

In last nights dream, I was sitting in the dark at Killer Pizza from Mars, writing rather than eating. I was using my new toy (32Gb iPad, WiFi only version) and had just gotten a great idea (no memory of what that idea was, now, of course) and was typing at a prodigious rate. The others at the table kept making comments on how fast I was typing, and even I, who was the one typing, was amazed by the speed I was making.

I really loved watching the words form on the page, and the auto correct flying and still, no recall of what I was actually typing, none whatsoever.

In the dream the idea seemed pretty important, enough that everyone was willing to let me type the thing up while we discussed it, even though the discussion rapidly moved from the idea, to how I was recording the idea.

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Ride in the Dark

Dark winding streets.

Homes with no lights.

The generator light on the front forks wont light, N is riding too slow, but I wont leave her behind.

It begins to rain.

Ive lost the front tire.

Riding a wheelie, like the unicycle. N has vanished into the dark and mist.

Moonlight off a muddy puddle.

The bottom of the hill.

My back tire shatters the moon, and save for that brief glittering, all is darkness and wet mud.

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Ginger Escapes, Lunch Cuddles

I dreamed I was visiting my parents house, bringing in the mail and such while they were on vacation. Ginger was living there for some reason, and she was being very cuddly and following me around as I cleared up some little weeds in the front yard. Suddenly, without warning, she jumped up and ran across the street and down the side street for no apparent reason that I could see.

I tried to follow her but she cut across a neighbors lawn and was over the fence into their back yard in a shot. I was very sad about this, and had the gut twisting feeling that I would never see her again.

In a happier dream, just before waking, I was sitting in Lupitas having lunch, talking to a couple of brunette haired women.  One of them returned from the restroom and instead of sitting in her own chair, sat on my lap. She had a very long torso, so her bust was nearly at chin level. Awkward and pleasant at the same time. Made me completely forget the thread of my conversation, though.

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I was at a Laundromat, apparently my new washer was too small to handle the new drapes I had for the office and den. While I was there I saw a small set of hands holding up some sheets, having trouble folding them and keeping them off the floor at the same time.

I went over to help, and as the second fold made the little woman become visible, I recognized N. She was not particularly happy to see me. But was willing to let me finish helping her fold her linens. She had a really nice sheet/blanket, one of those things too thick to be a sheet and too thin to be a blanket. It had a blue and white background covered with red and gold flowers. (The dominate color seemed to be a mix of the red and blue, so from a distance it was almost purple with yellow spots.) I commented on it, but she was giving me the silent treatment by that point.

I went back to my own dryer and pulled out my drapes and was folding them up when I noticed that N was pulling sheets out of other dryers, some of which had mens clothing in them, and childrens clothing. She pointed up to the overhead where the lost and found items were stashed.

Do you think theyd like a monkey?

I could only conclude that she was trading for other peoples linens.

I saw that N had put the sheet/blanket in someone elses dryer. She had a green striped sheet that I know I hadnt helped her fold.

I didnt say anything, just shook my head, packed up my stuff and walked out.

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Tornado (Old post trapped in Deafts)

        In my dream this morning, or more like a night-terror, complete with paralysis, sweating and racing heart, I was trapped in my parents house with N. She was dressed in a lovely blue-fluffy sweater, powder blue like the border of default Windows XP, or even to match my parents bedroom walls.

        N was being a twit, going on about being trapped with me. I wanted to know how and why she was even in my parents house, as I hadnt invited her.

        I could see outside the front window, and the clouds had dropped down a funnel, it was moving along Tobiasson, headed right for us. Tree limbs and other debris were starting to rain down in the driveway. I tried to get N to move out of the bedroom and into the back room near the safe, but she just cowered in the corner near the closet. I pulled back my hand to threaten her with a swat if she didnt get moving, but thought better of it. (Knowing that as angry and afraid as I was it would not come off as playful.)

        I really wanted to just leave her there, but ended up picking her up and carrying her out of the nearly empty bedroom.

I was afraid that the debris would come through the large picture window in the bedroom, or even through the outside wall she was huddled against. N didnt appreciate being carried out of the room, even as she kicked and shouted at me, the sound of the tornado tossing tree limbs through the window drowned that out. I felt a splash of cold water as we passed the front bathroom. I tossed N on the couch in the office (the only furniture left other than the gun safe) and told her to get under it and hold on to the legs of the safe. I then did the same thing, not even looking to see if she did as I asked.

The wind howled and lumber cracked and creaked. I believe the roof was being torn off the garage at that point.

I remember thinking that the powder blue and light yellow inside the house was a pretty stark contrast to the dark grays and greens going on outside the house. I wondered where all the light was coming from inside the house, as all the lamps were gone. (Apparently my parents were moving out.)

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Wild and, Wooly?

        Had one of those wake up and wonder what I had for dinner that caused this moments, but was so stirred up in the brain, that I couldnt remember what the dream actually was.

        The dream I was having this morning when the alarm went off, was of being wrapped up in the old wool cavalry blanket my dad had when we were young. I remember the smell of the wool, the warmth and the humidity of the thing when you were cocooned in it. It was a little bit scratchy as well. It was the smell, though, that permeated the dream this morning. I cant tell where it came from, as on waking the smell completely vanished, though the itching and humidity didnt. (Id somehow trapped myself in the felt blanket and had the pins and needles from the pinched nerves firing in both my legs and my right arm.)

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Friday, May 11, 2012

These Shoes...

        I bought a new pair of shoes. They cradled and cushioned my feet so well I could feel nothing but pure comfort.

        So, I started running, and did not stop, heading up the hills and down the hills, past the lake, through the wealthy neighborhoods and by the strip malls and on to the coast where the ocean turned peacefully before me. There, for a moment, I had a choice of direction, forward or back. Should I return to my car and then home or continue up the coast?

I decided to keep going. I worried about nothing, each stride a blissful burst of pedal propulsion taking me further and further away from all that had gone before.

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Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Tall Ships, Tall Lizards

Tall ships, and tall waves made repelling the Lizardman boarders tricky. The sheer volume of the ship’s cannons and the musket fire, mixed with the growling and hissing of the invaders’ lasers made concentration impossible. 

In the dream I could only try to survive, but the part of me outside the dream wondered two things: How would anyone ever know about this, since none of us would survive? And what did aliens with laser pistols need with an old half rotted wooden sailing ship?

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

On Fire

The mom from the apartment across the way jumped the balcony and attacked us. I don't know why. We fought her off and she collapsed on the bed. My guest ran away at that point.

I went out onto my balcony to find that the apartment across the way was being emptied by my in-laws. They were taking all the stuff out, but leaving the one year old ginger striped kitten behind. I asked what was going to happen to the poor frightened kitten, and in response my brother in-law’s wife picked up the cat and leaned him out over the balcony, where he jumped over to mine. 

When I turned to look at him, the bed in my apartment was swirling in a pillar of flame, with the woman who'd attacked us standing in the center. The cat cowered at the edge of the balcony. I went to pick him up and put him back on his home balcony, but that apartment was on fire, too. I picked him up and took a deep breath, planning to run past the pillar of fire and out my front door.

As I entered my bedroom, though, the mom-thing turned into a ghoul (like in WoW) and leaped down off the burning bed at us. I was glad the kitten was tucked into my shirt and didn't see it coming at us.

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