||[Dec. 10th, 2008|03:31 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
Today, while hiding in bed, curled around my pressure headache from the warm front moving in, I had a series of nightmares...
In the most vivid one, we were in an underground testing facility. A new bioweapon was under review - semi-sentient blob-like creatures, derived from a combination of plant and animal proteins, were released to compete with trained soldiers.
The testing went well in that, if you destroyed the blobs (by successfully breaching their thick outer layers and reaching the inner goo, where their sentience was managed, you could "kill" them; swords worked best for this, especially katanas, of course) they came back to life about an hour later. This would make them excellent weapons to be dropped in enemy territory. But it made fighting them in the testing zone a miserable experience. The soldiers were fodder and many died.
Then things got really problematic when they escaped the testing area, invaded the civilian zone, and started killing the management, administration, and financial folks. Then they escaped the facility and, in order to do a better job of containing and killing us, evolved into giant human-consuming plants. Their mouths were a cross between the plant from Little Shop of Horrors and a venus fly trap - about couch-sized. This would have been comical except they were a deep, dark green that was almost black, and their vine-like appendages were tearing people apart and throwing the bloody chunks into their many ravenous mouths.
The vines were sprouting around the perimeter faster than humans could run, and anyone trying to escape across the nascent organic fence were tripped up and held for the grabbing vines to seize and destroy. I managed to cross just as the vines were reaching the area where I was standing, and I ran.
The air was full of screams and the sky was dark with smoke from someone trying to burn them and they kept spreading, grabbing cars, tangling their axles, tearing people out, and devouring them.
And all I could think was "DAMMIT! I do NOT know how to build a fucking flame-thrower!" and trying to figure out how to jerry-rig one as I ran from hiding place to hiding place.
I woke up and fell back into this dream multiple times, really reinforcing the sense that the horror was inescapable.
Eventually, things got blurry and the dream changed to a semi-standard zombie dream, but the humans and zombies went back and forth between being normal-sized and doll-sized. It was set in my Grandma's house. At one point, I hauled a refugee in through the back window (which is above the storm cellar doors, so you can climb up to the window there). At another point, a refugee knocked, but when I asked her if she'd been bitten, she admitted that she had and I closed the window on her. She started crying that she'd been bitten yesterday at 1pm and hadn't turned yet, and I briefly wondered if she was immune, but decided I couldn't take the chance with other people's lives.
That dream got boring when the school bus full of people wanted to bail out because we weren't driving away from the zombies fast enough and I got tired of clearing my mail, magazines, catalogs, comics, books, junk, etc. out of the way so the bus could drive around the dining room table, so I abandoned the toys.
The next dream was a fantasy-setting, where I was a werewolf in human form trying to negotiate with the fae kingdom through a dryad who was known to be more tolerant of humans and human-animal magic people (who most fae considered second-class citizens) than the rest of the fae world. I was guided to her tree by a friendly voice (I think it was hers, but she was being coy about meeting me), because the tree was shielded from being noticed by the world. Her house was built into the tree - part tree-house, part house-against-a-tree. There was a small one-room apartment that was part of her house and I wished I could live there and be safe.
A bunch of other werewolves from different clans showed up, searching for me and for the dryad. They were NOT friendly and were actively working against me and my interests in peaceful negotiations for my clan; they wanted war with the fae. Fortunately, they couldn't get past the shields. I watched them from a balcony in the tree and tried to figure out which fantasy authors had written which clans (then the dream got even more meta, as I started wondering who had written me). They wandered off and I went downstairs.
The back of the tree, where the ground-floor house-part was, faced a lake. There was a huge boulder that was surprisingly comfortable to lean against. The stars were wicked bright and I saw a falling star while snuggling with (um, a TV star from a popular SF/F TV show whom I shall not name) and I wished that he liked me.
I woke up with the headache still raging.