Morning of annoying noises
25 April 2008 08:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
3rdragonSo this morning the VERY IRRITATING alarm in the stairwell went off, the one that doesn't actually mean anything and we can't do anthing about but call PhysPlant and hope that they send someone quickly (which they generally don't), but it turned off again after five or ten minutes (which I attribute more to the capriciousness of the alarm than the attentive ministrations of PhysPlant). And now Jeff or someone is testing a something - probably a Permapower - and I have the charming boom of Check one-two, Check onetwothreefour-five . . . in a bass rumble permeating the back room and spilling over into the consultant desk.
I think that this is conspiring to tell me that it was a poor idea to not get enough sleep last night.
But social knitting is fun. And I'm not sorry (at least not yet).
Last night I had a dream.
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vorindi, kadharonon and I were in . . . a somewhere. A fantasy world, I guess one would say. There was some sort of quest-plot, but that was mostly in the early part of the dream that I don't remember very well. The first clear recollection that I have is off the ravening horde of grumpy zombies (not the brains kind, just undead) stomping around waving their silver coins and anguishedly moaning about the state of affairs of something-or-other, which may or may not have been related to the quest-plot. Now don't get the impression that these were sophisticated zombies, because they weren't; they just had slightly more motivation than the normal sort (and, this being a slightly medieval fantasy dream, two silver coins apiece).
Thenkadharonon found the room with the possibly-undead fey magicians, which was CREEPY. They were very old, and probably ought to have been dead by now, but by magic or artifice or divine intervention or imortality or something, they weren't, and were in some sort of sleep/suspended animation/death. Imagine a cross between one of those woven bird nests and the metal frame of one of those dish-chairs that are popular among college students with large rooms. Got this image? Now stick a vaguely creepy-looking and very-old-but-not-seeming-so magic user inside it, and you've got one of the audience cages that the fey people were in. When they were in the audience cage and you were outside, they wouldn't be aware of you at all, but if you were to step into the entrance of one of the audience cages, they would all wake up, and when they were awake, they were, in addition to being powerful magic users and Very Old, incredibly strong and at least twice as intimidating as Andrik. And when they told you to do something, you did it. We may have interacted with them more than once - I don't recall - but one of the times we were charged to go do something about the trees.
Then there was a shift which may have been a dream-shift or might have been magical transporation on the part of the fey magic users, and I was standing in a large hall that would have been airy if there hadn't been such a palpable gloom and passing-of-all-things-good hanging about the place. I had also acquired an annoying small child. There was a large fountain-like circle in the middle with three dead trees in it, and these trees were tremendously important to the well-being of everything (yes, this part of the dream was very Tolkien; just think of it like that and you'll do well), and we were supposed to somehow fix things. I looked at the trees for a bit and then at the very old book, but the child was impatient and kept telling me that we should go look at the orchard at the other end of the hall. So I let myself be dragged down there and there were two seedlings, one from each of the trees except the red-and-green one (like that tree by Wright hall that has red spikes for flowers - don't ask me how I have such a clear image of a tree I never saw; it's probably the fault of the magic users), and so that would work out, but we still needed to do something about the red-and-green one. So I went further into the orchard/forest, and there was a red maple, but one of the knotholes high up had something else poking out, andvorindi showed up again and climbed the tree to look at it and it was the right sort of seedling.
And then we were back in the room with the three audience cages wherekadharonon was still stuck making conversation with the creepy fey. But once we were back she could leave, and we went on, past the book I'd been looking at earlier and past a table with dubious-looking stuff on it, into another room with a something important on the table, but I can't remember what it was. We looked at it and gained meaningful information, and then a bunch of orcs or trolls or something showed up and asked us very agresively what we thought of the place, and I told them that I was very unimpressed with the entire arrangement; they couldn't keep track of their -quest object-, and couldn't keep their dead under control, and couldn't manage to water their trees properly, and couldn't do anything about their problems with creepy undead fey, and we were going to leave now. And the orcs seemed satisfied and we scurried away . . .
and I'll finish this later.
Later
Andvorindi and I went back to look at the table with dubious stuff on it while kadharononwandered off to look at something else. We were examining a book on the table and a VERY sketchy and extremely dubious-looking strip of dried meat when a Knowledgeable Guy showed up. vorindi made some comment to the effect of, "Well, now we know what happened to the missing technician," which was either something that came up in the early part of the dream or one of those things that isn't in the dream until someone mentions it, and then of course, the missing technician! Knowledgeable Guy said that we didn't actually know, and that she shouldn't jump to conclusions, but I was rather inclined to believe that he guess was accurate (or that something similar had happened to him), because from all I had seen, this was exactly the sort of thing that the people who lived here would do.
Knowledgeable Guy then pulled a piece of leather with some sort of writing on it from underneath some of the dubious stuff on the table. I didn't have a clue what language it was, and asked, "What does it say?" because they were both more likely to know such things than I was.
And then I woke up, and it was 6:30. I pulled the covers over my head and slept for a half hour until my alarm got me up at 7:00. And that was not enough sleep.
I think that this is conspiring to tell me that it was a poor idea to not get enough sleep last night.
But social knitting is fun. And I'm not sorry (at least not yet).
Last night I had a dream.
vorindi, kadharonon and I were in . . . a somewhere. A fantasy world, I guess one would say. There was some sort of quest-plot, but that was mostly in the early part of the dream that I don't remember very well. The first clear recollection that I have is off the ravening horde of grumpy zombies (not the brains kind, just undead) stomping around waving their silver coins and anguishedly moaning about the state of affairs of something-or-other, which may or may not have been related to the quest-plot. Now don't get the impression that these were sophisticated zombies, because they weren't; they just had slightly more motivation than the normal sort (and, this being a slightly medieval fantasy dream, two silver coins apiece).Then
kadharonon found the room with the possibly-undead fey magicians, which was CREEPY. They were very old, and probably ought to have been dead by now, but by magic or artifice or divine intervention or imortality or something, they weren't, and were in some sort of sleep/suspended animation/death. Imagine a cross between one of those woven bird nests and the metal frame of one of those dish-chairs that are popular among college students with large rooms. Got this image? Now stick a vaguely creepy-looking and very-old-but-not-seeming-so magic user inside it, and you've got one of the audience cages that the fey people were in. When they were in the audience cage and you were outside, they wouldn't be aware of you at all, but if you were to step into the entrance of one of the audience cages, they would all wake up, and when they were awake, they were, in addition to being powerful magic users and Very Old, incredibly strong and at least twice as intimidating as Andrik. And when they told you to do something, you did it. We may have interacted with them more than once - I don't recall - but one of the times we were charged to go do something about the trees. Then there was a shift which may have been a dream-shift or might have been magical transporation on the part of the fey magic users, and I was standing in a large hall that would have been airy if there hadn't been such a palpable gloom and passing-of-all-things-good hanging about the place. I had also acquired an annoying small child. There was a large fountain-like circle in the middle with three dead trees in it, and these trees were tremendously important to the well-being of everything (yes, this part of the dream was very Tolkien; just think of it like that and you'll do well), and we were supposed to somehow fix things. I looked at the trees for a bit and then at the very old book, but the child was impatient and kept telling me that we should go look at the orchard at the other end of the hall. So I let myself be dragged down there and there were two seedlings, one from each of the trees except the red-and-green one (like that tree by Wright hall that has red spikes for flowers - don't ask me how I have such a clear image of a tree I never saw; it's probably the fault of the magic users), and so that would work out, but we still needed to do something about the red-and-green one. So I went further into the orchard/forest, and there was a red maple, but one of the knotholes high up had something else poking out, and
vorindi showed up again and climbed the tree to look at it and it was the right sort of seedling. And then we were back in the room with the three audience cages where
kadharonon was still stuck making conversation with the creepy fey. But once we were back she could leave, and we went on, past the book I'd been looking at earlier and past a table with dubious-looking stuff on it, into another room with a something important on the table, but I can't remember what it was. We looked at it and gained meaningful information, and then a bunch of orcs or trolls or something showed up and asked us very agresively what we thought of the place, and I told them that I was very unimpressed with the entire arrangement; they couldn't keep track of their -quest object-, and couldn't keep their dead under control, and couldn't manage to water their trees properly, and couldn't do anything about their problems with creepy undead fey, and we were going to leave now. And the orcs seemed satisfied and we scurried away . . . and I'll finish this later.
Later
And
vorindi and I went back to look at the table with dubious stuff on it while kadharononwandered off to look at something else. We were examining a book on the table and a VERY sketchy and extremely dubious-looking strip of dried meat when a Knowledgeable Guy showed up. vorindi made some comment to the effect of, "Well, now we know what happened to the missing technician," which was either something that came up in the early part of the dream or one of those things that isn't in the dream until someone mentions it, and then of course, the missing technician! Knowledgeable Guy said that we didn't actually know, and that she shouldn't jump to conclusions, but I was rather inclined to believe that he guess was accurate (or that something similar had happened to him), because from all I had seen, this was exactly the sort of thing that the people who lived here would do.Knowledgeable Guy then pulled a piece of leather with some sort of writing on it from underneath some of the dubious stuff on the table. I didn't have a clue what language it was, and asked, "What does it say?" because they were both more likely to know such things than I was.
And then I woke up, and it was 6:30. I pulled the covers over my head and slept for a half hour until my alarm got me up at 7:00. And that was not enough sleep.
