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Fermius Firefly

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

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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.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Tuesday before last I had great dreams.

Tuesday before last I had great dreams. I thought up two titles in the night to help me remember the  dream thoughts, as they would both have made great little stories.

No memory of either dream, or either title.


In last night's dream, as I slipped out the side door of the theater to go home to J, I remembered one title: "Destiny Dogs."

I only remember the forest, the camouflage, the weight of my gear, the fear of being found before we could find the enemy. I came across a dog, or wolf, the dog was part of a pack of wolves, and we adopted one another as neither of us fit in with our "pack."The pack had been trying to avoid all humans, but their smallest member had bumped into me. I was glad they'd found us before our enemies.  My squad adopted all of the destiny dogs, Valor, Humor, Strength, Wisdom, Greatness, etc. I did get the impression that it might have been the pack had found us, not the other way around. (I don't think you can set out to find Destiny Dogs, I think they find you.) Being some sort of mission specialist, I wasn't really armed as such, but had a bunch of other equipment and tools. Cameras, medical supplies and the like.

The wolf or Destiny Dog that adopted me was a "Murphy" dog, pretty much anything we wanted to happen would go spectacularly wrong, or be complicated in some sort of unimaginable way.

The background of this was some sort of war, so the stakes were pretty high. However, we slowly discovered that we could mitigate or even control the bad effects by rooting for the wrong side, or even by simply taking a go along and get along sort of attitude. This latter approach seemed to trigger a frying pan into the fire sort of series of events.

After getting captured, and tricking our guards into tapping into the power of the dog, we escaped. I fired a flare into the air hoping it wouldn't explode and light the forest aflame around us, and that's exactly what happened, the flare burst just above our heads and broke into six pieces that flew in all directions around us like flaming arrows. The fires lit up the night. We hit the deck, hoping for the best. The rest of my squad saw it as a signal and arrived to take out the enemy camp. Our packs were surprised to find us alive and unharmed in the middle of the fire fight.

The wolf sat dejected, thinking I was going to rejoin my pack but abandon it, it's pack didn't look to happy about finding its lost member. I'd become pretty attached, so hugged the huge shaggy animal, "we're a team. You don't abandon your destiny, or your destiny dog." I had noticed, that no matter how bad things had gotten, the two of us always managed to think our way out of the mess, sometimes directly into another, but always coming out stronger for it, and, obviously by being part of the larger pack, eventually ending up on top of the situation. I decided that the wolf wasn't really a Murphy wolf as much as an "Opportunity Knocks" wolf. I felt like I could embrace that destiny, and destiny dog.

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