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pauraque_bk) wrote2005-05-19 10:14 am
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Fandom dreams.
Last night I dreamed I was reading book 6. I have a feeling this isn't the first time I've dreamed this, but this is the first time I've remembered any details.
There was a creature introduced called... a Hezom, or Bezom, something like that. It could change its shape into any animal at will, and was sort of pastel-colored. Some nefarious character in the book was keeping one as a sex slave.
Certain words in the text were different colors. Not in any pattern I can remember, just random words. Every ten words or so, a word would be pink. More occasionally, a word would be peach-colored.
About halfway through the book, the plot drifted off to follow a character who was trying to start a pickup basketball game with two of his friends and three Australian aborigines.
I do not know who the half-blood prince was.
It's not at all unusual for me to have fandom-related dreams. Sometimes about me doing something fannish, sometimes with fandom-related characters involved in the plot. How about you? Come, let us gaze into the fannish subconscious... *beckons*
There was a creature introduced called... a Hezom, or Bezom, something like that. It could change its shape into any animal at will, and was sort of pastel-colored. Some nefarious character in the book was keeping one as a sex slave.
Certain words in the text were different colors. Not in any pattern I can remember, just random words. Every ten words or so, a word would be pink. More occasionally, a word would be peach-colored.
About halfway through the book, the plot drifted off to follow a character who was trying to start a pickup basketball game with two of his friends and three Australian aborigines.
I do not know who the half-blood prince was.
It's not at all unusual for me to have fandom-related dreams. Sometimes about me doing something fannish, sometimes with fandom-related characters involved in the plot. How about you? Come, let us gaze into the fannish subconscious... *beckons*
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I said no. I knew it would be impossible, and not actually that much fun.
This is the only time I have ever dreamt about being tempted by Satan.
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I think at OotP-advent, I wasn't invested enough yet to dream about it.
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Then, after V. knocks me(us?) down, we are saved by penguins.
*shrugs* My brain is with the crazy.
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My subconcious likes this sort of dream, because it's happened with other books and graphic novel series I've been following.
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*ded*
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Yeah...fandom dreaming...
Re: Yeah...fandom dreaming...
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And that's only the HP dreams. If we try for all the rest, we'll be here all night!
I love my dreams sometimes. Of course, other times, they suck. Mind you, sometimes I worry about what these say about me ...
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I had a dream a few months ago that I was at the GoF movie, and I remember enjoying it, but not anything else about it.
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I couldn't get to sleep for an hour after I woke up from that nightmare.
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once I stumbled upon this great big victorian cathedral and i can't remember the exact details but i'm pretty sure it was the fandom touch-base place with all the slashers. and the daily_snitch was a giant skyscraper. and and and TRAMS.
yeah.
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There was some kind of weird setting, near a beach, and there was a very very large whale in the ocean, visible from the beach. When I say large, it's back was almost at surface level, and it was almost as long as the stretch of beach. And the Marauders (except Peter for some reason; I'm constantly annoyed at people who dismiss Peter or leave him out of Marauder-era fics, and apparently my subconscious is against me) were in their late teens, and Lily was a lot younger, like 14-15 ish. There were bombs hitting the building, or something attacking them from outside, and James and Lily and Sirius all died or disappeared, one by one. And there was no-one left but poor Remus, who got old, made some more friends who all died, and then died himself.
It was all very nostalgic and wistful; the colours were all muted and soft. It was like a very fond memory of a familiar place, until people started dying left right and centre.
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