nightmares
Jun. 19th, 2008 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hnpccAfter reading about tabouli's nocturnal homicidal tendencies it reminded me of a nightmare I had a couple of years ago.
It started off with a group of us being chased. By vampires. We knew that it was almost a game (to them at least), and that if we could get to a certain point we'd be safe. All we had to do was work together and we'd be fine. This group, however, could not do that. They argued over the slightest things, wouldn't help each other, went off in a huff... anyway, it ended with the vampires catching up to us, and I woke up just as Darla was breaking my arms and legs so I couldn't run away and it would last longer (for both of us. *shudder*)
It took me a while to realise that this nightmare was about team-building exercises. (Except the last bit, which was lifted partly from Buffy and partly from a documentary about women gathering food in Arnhem land. They broke the legs on a goanna so it couldn't run away and would stay fresh while they carried it back to camp. It obviously creeped me out more than I realised at the time.) Specifically, large parts of it seem to have come from one particular team-building exercise I did at SPC, where our group took an extraordinarily long time to complete one exercise, mostly due to one idiot who wouldn't listen, couldn't learn and who was about to be murdered by everyone else (at one stage there were four people blocking him from going on the course because every time he did we lost even more time due to penalties, and he kept repeating the same mistakes over and over. Even when we'd finally worked out the course and were directing everyone across he still managed to add another couple of minutes worth of penalty time by completely failing to follow the instructions. I've never seen a group of people so completely ready to strangle someone. Especially when the organisers announced that we'd taken so long we were going to skip the morning tea break and head straight into the next session).
Seriously, there is nothing more frustrating than trying to get a group to work together when one person won't listen, even without a death threat/deadline hanging over you.
But sheesh subconscious, can you get the point across without scaring me to death?
I'm still trying to work out what the hell my most recent wake-in-fright, heart pounding, too-scared-to-move dream was all about.
The short version: I was at a house (a California bungalow) with two friends, T. and S. S went off to look after her puppy. After a while, myself and T realised that she'd been gone for a bit and went to see where she was. We looked through all the rooms, but S wasn't there. Then I came into a room we'd already been in, and her puppy was lying on the ground, with knife wounds. I ran out to get T, and when we both came back into the room S was next to the puppy, also with knife wounds and blood everywhere. Which is when I realised that whoever had done this was still in the house with us.
T and I turned to run out of the house, when from the end of the corridor we heard a motorbike revving, and starting to come at us. I pulled T out the door and to one side, thinking whoever was on the motorbike wanted to escape and that we should get out of the way. But the motorbike followed us, and as it got closer I realised there were two people, both dressed in black leathers, both wearing helmets with the visors down on it, and the passenger was slashing at us with a long kitchen knife.
And again I woke up, convinced there was someone in the house and too scared to move in case there was. (I'm really not sure lying rigid in bed is the best way to escape notice if there is actually someone there, but I quite honestly couldn't have moved even if someone was there.)
Anyone with any clues as to what the hell that all means (other than I should probably stop watching Criminal Minds before going to bed) feel free to have a go. I'm clueless.
It started off with a group of us being chased. By vampires. We knew that it was almost a game (to them at least), and that if we could get to a certain point we'd be safe. All we had to do was work together and we'd be fine. This group, however, could not do that. They argued over the slightest things, wouldn't help each other, went off in a huff... anyway, it ended with the vampires catching up to us, and I woke up just as Darla was breaking my arms and legs so I couldn't run away and it would last longer (for both of us. *shudder*)
It took me a while to realise that this nightmare was about team-building exercises. (Except the last bit, which was lifted partly from Buffy and partly from a documentary about women gathering food in Arnhem land. They broke the legs on a goanna so it couldn't run away and would stay fresh while they carried it back to camp. It obviously creeped me out more than I realised at the time.) Specifically, large parts of it seem to have come from one particular team-building exercise I did at SPC, where our group took an extraordinarily long time to complete one exercise, mostly due to one idiot who wouldn't listen, couldn't learn and who was about to be murdered by everyone else (at one stage there were four people blocking him from going on the course because every time he did we lost even more time due to penalties, and he kept repeating the same mistakes over and over. Even when we'd finally worked out the course and were directing everyone across he still managed to add another couple of minutes worth of penalty time by completely failing to follow the instructions. I've never seen a group of people so completely ready to strangle someone. Especially when the organisers announced that we'd taken so long we were going to skip the morning tea break and head straight into the next session).
Seriously, there is nothing more frustrating than trying to get a group to work together when one person won't listen, even without a death threat/deadline hanging over you.
But sheesh subconscious, can you get the point across without scaring me to death?
I'm still trying to work out what the hell my most recent wake-in-fright, heart pounding, too-scared-to-move dream was all about.
The short version: I was at a house (a California bungalow) with two friends, T. and S. S went off to look after her puppy. After a while, myself and T realised that she'd been gone for a bit and went to see where she was. We looked through all the rooms, but S wasn't there. Then I came into a room we'd already been in, and her puppy was lying on the ground, with knife wounds. I ran out to get T, and when we both came back into the room S was next to the puppy, also with knife wounds and blood everywhere. Which is when I realised that whoever had done this was still in the house with us.
T and I turned to run out of the house, when from the end of the corridor we heard a motorbike revving, and starting to come at us. I pulled T out the door and to one side, thinking whoever was on the motorbike wanted to escape and that we should get out of the way. But the motorbike followed us, and as it got closer I realised there were two people, both dressed in black leathers, both wearing helmets with the visors down on it, and the passenger was slashing at us with a long kitchen knife.
And again I woke up, convinced there was someone in the house and too scared to move in case there was. (I'm really not sure lying rigid in bed is the best way to escape notice if there is actually someone there, but I quite honestly couldn't have moved even if someone was there.)
Anyone with any clues as to what the hell that all means (other than I should probably stop watching Criminal Minds before going to bed) feel free to have a go. I'm clueless.
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