Slayer dreams #9

[truepenny]

It starts with HL and me. We've signed up--or been signed up--for this competition that's part obstacle course, part maze, and part Cruciamentum. The good news is we're allowed to work in pairs. The setting for this, as for several of my other dreams last night, is a pair of adjoining hospitals, Seven Sisters and Princess of Mercy, which are partly abandoned and partly still in use. V.v. creepy.

A long section of the dream is just us working our way through this thing; part of the competition is how fast you work (this is probably the Spike-thesis-writing Watcher and her stopwatch from "Checkpoint," which we watched again last night), so we're trying to move fast without missing anything, but the rooms keep spawning extra doors the second time we look. Not much action from the forces of darkness, but we know they're just biding their time.

The last leg of the thing is starting from the top floor of Seven Sisters' main wing and working your way down this amazing series of ramps and staircases. (Mondo cool set, I have to say; props to my subconscious for that one!) As we start down, Angelus comes smirking out of the shadows, black leather duster and all, and the dream shifts.

We're still in Seven Sisters, and still in the middle of this Escher-esque set, but HL becomes Buffy; I'm not quite sure who I am, except that it's not me and not any of the Buffyverse characters. She seems to be a nurse, and sort of Dr. Watson-esque in her dogged loyalty. The goal now (the Cruciamentum bit vanished along with HL and me) is to capture Angelus (probably a shred of "Salvage" here), and, hey, we do. Get him strapped down on a gurney and wheel him into an operating theater (literal theater, with an auditorium full of doctors), where Buffy (being judged by a panel of surgeons, so the test idea is back again) is going to install a chip in Angelus's head a la Spike. She starts in with extraordinary competency.

At this point, I, in the audience, turn to HL, also in the audience, and whisper, "Wouldn't this be more plausible if they'd TOLD us Buffy was studying surgery?" HL agrees.

Buffy proceeds with the operation, but the dream shifts focus, as HL and I are swept up by a passel of bridesmaids. We're attending a wedding (one of HL's friends, I think, or a friend of a friend), and I get shanghai'd into the chorus, despite vehement protestations. It becomes one of those hideous dreams like Willow has in "Nightmares" and "Restless," except that I'm not the only one who doesn't know what's going on. The whole chorus is lost, and we don't know the words (one of my protests that nobody paid any attention to was "But I don't know any hymns!"), and the minister, who's this amazingly ugly white guy with cornrows, chews us out something righteous (flashbacks to my termagant junior high school chorus teacher, except she was a heck of a lot scarier than this guy).

Mercifully, the ordeal ends, and I escape back to my seat. Dawn (yes, Buffy's sister) is sitting beside me, taking notes, and I give her a long explanation of just why you should never do what the cornrowed minister had just done. "Yelling at people is fine for rehearsal," I say, "but in performance you have to love everybody." Which is actually quite true, and I'm glad I told Dawn that.

Dude. Just when I think my dreams can't get any weirder.

Comments

[heresluck]

Oh man. The eternal mystery that is your brain. At least it's not Giles going shoe-shopping, 'cause that was just weird.

...HL becomes Buffy...

Which I really have no objection to, but given the creepy hospital setting I have to admit I was pitching for post-coma Faith.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Sorry, no. There was a distinct and disappointing lack of Faith in this dream.

And in Giles's defense, I want to point out that he was not going shoe-shopping. Someone else was going shoe-shopping and dragging me and Giles along. There's a difference.

Hmmm...

[scarcrest.livejournal.com]

Bizarre dream ... though the bit about putting a chip in Angelus' head might not be such a bad idea at this point in Angel continuity. (Though I think he'd find a way to get it removed, where Spike couldn't.)

"But I don't know any hymns!" Heh, that's funny.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Your brain is the stuff of legend. Really creepy legend, but those are the best kind. This is one of my favorite of your slayer dreams reported to date.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Um, thanks?

No, really, I'm pleased that you enjoy the fact that I post these insane things. It makes me feel not quite so hideously self-indulgent.