I blame at least some of the content of this one on watching a couple of Bat-Family Tiktoks right before I went to sleep. (Possibly also the Tennant/Tate Much Ado and this weird televised reality TV version of what is basically a game of Among Us. There was really an uncommon amount of television yesterday.)
Beginning of dream is lost but by the point I retain what is going on, there is a massive superhero gathering being had, though most of the superheroes are, like, beginners just starting out, including me. It had the vague organizational feel of a summer camp, with the campers being divided up on various low-level superheroing missions while, presumably, the Big Superhero Plot is happening over our heads.
(The Big Superhero Plot appears to involve souls being turned into tiny blue worms and needing to be rescued and restored, presumably before the worms are squished or eaten by birds. My sole interaction with the BSP was a bit where I encountered some vaguely blue-washed silverfish-looking things and needed to get someone to figure out whether or not I had found some souls and tell me what to do with them.)
The population of the baby superhero summer camp was full of people I 'knew' in the way that people are known in dreams; one has the impression that basically the entire community in which dream-me was living was a baby superhero. Possibly there was an Event. Who knows? They were mostly not actual people I knew. I did have a conversation with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
batrachian about how many points were in my army (I said "Oh, two or three thousand depending" and she laughed and said, "Oh I thought so!" as if that was indicative of something about my superhero powerset. Which it might have been, given that I put on a rather spiky, chunky necklace that was design-wise in some way related to my 'army' (which never appeared in the dream) and was made of painted (some chunks turquoise, some chunks black, all flat, no shading, washes, or drybrush, wtf is up with that) grey plastic (like an army) as part of my powerset management. Maybe we were both animating our Tabletop Warfare Game armies. Mine had dragons. I don't know why I know this, it never came up.)
My personal plot revolved around my daimon, who was at the same superhero summer camp table as me. Over time I determined that he was in an unhappy marriage and had a lot of things going in with a friend he wanted to support. We talked a bit and then for some reason, when he was sitting at the end of the table, I took his hand and kissed it; he kept my hand and kissed that, and we were holding hands across the table, and he was suddenly happy and relieved, though sad that he would be unable to help out his friend. I assured him that helping his friend was a top priority and he was all smiles and not letting go of me, and there was a lot of curling up and cuddling up in the hallway where I maybe found some blue worms from the main plot.
There was a bit of tailing-off dream that involved hurrying through hallways and trying to find accessible means of getting him safe places (he was in a wheelchair at this point for reasons I do not understand) which might have been leftovers from a Doctor Who plot that were left on the cutting room floor for reasons of clear incoherence.
I also at one point explained to someone that I've loved him since the beginning of second grade. Possibly Batrachian, who was mostly confused by the me and my daimon show, which is probably legit confusing outside my brain.
Maybe this is a sign my writers' block will go away.
Beginning of dream is lost but by the point I retain what is going on, there is a massive superhero gathering being had, though most of the superheroes are, like, beginners just starting out, including me. It had the vague organizational feel of a summer camp, with the campers being divided up on various low-level superheroing missions while, presumably, the Big Superhero Plot is happening over our heads.
(The Big Superhero Plot appears to involve souls being turned into tiny blue worms and needing to be rescued and restored, presumably before the worms are squished or eaten by birds. My sole interaction with the BSP was a bit where I encountered some vaguely blue-washed silverfish-looking things and needed to get someone to figure out whether or not I had found some souls and tell me what to do with them.)
The population of the baby superhero summer camp was full of people I 'knew' in the way that people are known in dreams; one has the impression that basically the entire community in which dream-me was living was a baby superhero. Possibly there was an Event. Who knows? They were mostly not actual people I knew. I did have a conversation with
batrachian about how many points were in my army (I said "Oh, two or three thousand depending" and she laughed and said, "Oh I thought so!" as if that was indicative of something about my superhero powerset. Which it might have been, given that I put on a rather spiky, chunky necklace that was design-wise in some way related to my 'army' (which never appeared in the dream) and was made of painted (some chunks turquoise, some chunks black, all flat, no shading, washes, or drybrush, wtf is up with that) grey plastic (like an army) as part of my powerset management. Maybe we were both animating our Tabletop Warfare Game armies. Mine had dragons. I don't know why I know this, it never came up.)My personal plot revolved around my daimon, who was at the same superhero summer camp table as me. Over time I determined that he was in an unhappy marriage and had a lot of things going in with a friend he wanted to support. We talked a bit and then for some reason, when he was sitting at the end of the table, I took his hand and kissed it; he kept my hand and kissed that, and we were holding hands across the table, and he was suddenly happy and relieved, though sad that he would be unable to help out his friend. I assured him that helping his friend was a top priority and he was all smiles and not letting go of me, and there was a lot of curling up and cuddling up in the hallway where I maybe found some blue worms from the main plot.
There was a bit of tailing-off dream that involved hurrying through hallways and trying to find accessible means of getting him safe places (he was in a wheelchair at this point for reasons I do not understand) which might have been leftovers from a Doctor Who plot that were left on the cutting room floor for reasons of clear incoherence.
I also at one point explained to someone that I've loved him since the beginning of second grade. Possibly Batrachian, who was mostly confused by the me and my daimon show, which is probably legit confusing outside my brain.
Maybe this is a sign my writers' block will go away.