All I know is one of us was supposed to kill the other
You know, I could really have done without dreaming all last night that I was watching a very well-produced, well-acted, well-written either movie or TV series about genocide. It had a complexly imagined second world with a sort of matchlock-and-trebuchet level of military technology and the majority of the cast was nonwhite. There were gods on the Lovecraftian model, but it was unclear whether any of the rituals designed to invoke their interest and support actually reached, affected, or mattered to them. At the point where
derspatchel woke me, I had just been invited to attend something called the Symphony of the Condemned Prisoners.
yhlee, is this your fault?
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...I would watch that movie. Symphony of the Condemned Prisoners sounds like a remembrance, sheesh.
I think you should instead dream about a coloring book of friendly slime mold mermaids.
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I donate it to the h*archate if it will find congenial surroundings there.
I think you should instead dream about a coloring book of friendly slime mold mermaids.
Heh. Thank you. Out of that I got an image of mermaids that are partly seaweed (an algae, not a mold, I know), but I don't mind.
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{shudder}
At least you were outside the fourth wall.
Hope your dreams tonight are delightful.
Nine
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No, it was the interactive kind of dream. I was not in danger of genocide myself, because I did not belong to any of the ethnic groups of the dream, but I was still on the ground and watching and with no political power in the situation, which was upsetting.
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*hugs*
Nine
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That sounds difficult.