Arcturius Pest Is An Incredible Name.
Is it really time for another dream roundup already? Here we go!
NB: I cannot guarantee that reading this particular dream roundup will not give you absolutely hideous mental images.
Dreamt I was at a sample day of a university's literature course as part of the application process; the people who impressed the teacher most would be allowed to join.
I thought I was being reasonably charming, and the teacher seemed to like me! But, when the teacher walked away from us for a moment, one of my fellow would-be students, Grant O'Brien of Dropout, leant across the desk towards me. "Just so you know," he warned me, in a friendly manner, "you're coming off as extremely bi in your answers. We probably need someone to play the straight man."
"Extremely what?" I asked, thrown. While I have no theoretical objection to coming off as 'extremely bi' beyond the fact that I'm happier if nobody expresses romantic interest in me, so it doesn't benefit me to increase the number of people who might think they have a chance, I wasn't really expecting or trying to convey anything about my sexuality in my literature course audition.
We were studying a novel containing exactly the kind of cocky, endearing, prone-to-terrible-decisions character that is catnip for me. I think his name was something like Kino.
Had a dream that I don't remember the details of; I just remember that at one point I was rolling around on a frozen lake, which seems incredibly ill-advised.
Dreamt there was a climbing rope above my bed, so I could climb it and use it like a swing for exercise and/or fun, albeit with difficulty because I am not known for my muscular strength. At one point I caught my brother Fred playing on it; he grinned sheepishly.
Dreamt I was in a garden, or possibly a low hedge maze. Elon Musk, also present, was trying to steal my passport, which I had concealed somewhere in the garden. I spent most of the dream trying to hide from Musk. When he eventually obtained my passport, I ran at him, tackled him to the ground and demanded it back, keeping him pinned down.
He responded by masturbating furiously. Look, I don't like it any more than you do. I don't know if he was actively turned on by being pinned down by an angry woman or if he was just trying to disconcert me into backing off.
Dreamt of a very cute skunk, waddling around. I was enraptured, although I couldn't fathom what it was doing in the UK, and I kept my distance for obvious reasons. It seemed very taken with a woman who was dressed in black and white and had painted her face white with face paint, and it kept walking towards her. The black-and-white woman, backing away, seemed slightly nervous about the attention she was getting from this skunk.
Had a dream I didn't write down at the time, because it freaked me out and I wanted to forget it, but my efforts to remove it from my mind have failed, so at this point I might as well record it.
A delivery driver arrived at our house. I needed to confirm something about the delivery, so I invited him in, left him in the sitting room and went upstairs to ask Rei about it.
Various things detained me upstairs, and over an hour and a half had passed by the time I came back downstairs to give the driver our answer. I was concerned that he'd be angry about being made to wait.
When I entered the sitting room, though, I found it apparently empty. He'd left, I assumed, and I couldn't blame him.
The driver suddenly put his hand around my throat from behind.
I woke from the dream at this point, very unsettled, and deliberately delayed going back to sleep until I could be sure I wouldn't be going back into the same dream.
Dreamt I often passed through an enormous theme park because it happened to be convenient for getting where I needed to go. By this point, the theme park employees and I not only recognised each other by sight but had invented an elaborate ongoing storyline where we each played different roles, and we'd progress the storyline whenever I visited the park.
Irving Stirling, the character I played, was an experienced sailor/explorer/archaeologist: a sort of sea-themed Indiana Jones, but perhaps a little older (maybe in his fifties?) and not quite as playful.
Stirling's arch-nemesis was played by one of the park employees. Sadly I can no longer remember the nemesis's name, but I do remember really enjoying his character! He was basically Stirling's more sinister counterpart; they were longstanding rivals and enemies.
Arcturius Pest was played by another employee; I'll call his actor Chris, because he looked like a Chris to me. Chris was a lanky white man somewhere in his late twenties to mid-thirties, with sort of sandy blond/very light brown hair; there was something a little bit Stephen Merchant about his appearance (and in fact I think his accent might have been similar as well). Pest was a nineteen-year-old student who looked up to Stirling.
Chris had Pest confess his love to Stirling, and they became boyfriends. I went along with this storyline but privately wasn't thrilled about it because I thought Stirling had much more chemistry with his nemesis. "There must be a pretty substantial age difference," I commented at one point, in the hope of discouraging Chris from the Stirling/Pest idea. It seemed to throw him a bit - he evidently hadn't really considered that - but Stirling and Pest remained together.
I remember wondering whether Chris's interest in establishing a Stirling/Pest romance reflected an interest in me. As we walked around in-character together, hand in hand, I was really hoping that he wasn't going to ask for my number when it was time for me to leave. I didn't dislike Chris, but I wasn't interested in having him be part of my personal life. I also didn't want this roleplay to become a regularly scheduled thing; I was happy with the current situation of having an ongoing casual roleplay that progressed whenever I happened to visit this theme park.
At one point Stirling and Pest were exploring a submarine together. Pest went ahead into a room, and then there were strange sounds; was something wrong? When I looked into the room, as Stirling, there was no sign of Pest, and there seemed to be corpses strewn about, including two newborns in a box. I cautiously entered the room, and suddenly-
I was accosted by the sinister and scenery-chewing Admiral Condor! (I distinctly remember him dramatically introducing himself as 'ADMIRAL CONDOR!!') This was another old enemy of Stirling's, also played by Chris. I think he had an eyepatch.
The corpses, it transpired, were fake - the adults were playing dead, the babies were something like rubber - but I can't remember whether they were real within the world of the roleplay. Had Condor actually killed these people, or had he just made it look like they'd been killed to mess with Stirling's head?
Condor, to my delight, did have chemistry with Stirling. I tried to play that up in the hope that Chris would be persuaded to switch to a romance between those two instead, or at least that he'd start playing Condor more than Pest; Condor seemed like a more fun character!
In conclusion, I would like to have fewer dreams about Elon Musk, but I wouldn't say no to more dreams about the adventures of Irving Stirling and Admiral Condor.
NB: I cannot guarantee that reading this particular dream roundup will not give you absolutely hideous mental images.
Dreamt I was at a sample day of a university's literature course as part of the application process; the people who impressed the teacher most would be allowed to join.
I thought I was being reasonably charming, and the teacher seemed to like me! But, when the teacher walked away from us for a moment, one of my fellow would-be students, Grant O'Brien of Dropout, leant across the desk towards me. "Just so you know," he warned me, in a friendly manner, "you're coming off as extremely bi in your answers. We probably need someone to play the straight man."
"Extremely what?" I asked, thrown. While I have no theoretical objection to coming off as 'extremely bi' beyond the fact that I'm happier if nobody expresses romantic interest in me, so it doesn't benefit me to increase the number of people who might think they have a chance, I wasn't really expecting or trying to convey anything about my sexuality in my literature course audition.
We were studying a novel containing exactly the kind of cocky, endearing, prone-to-terrible-decisions character that is catnip for me. I think his name was something like Kino.
Had a dream that I don't remember the details of; I just remember that at one point I was rolling around on a frozen lake, which seems incredibly ill-advised.
Dreamt there was a climbing rope above my bed, so I could climb it and use it like a swing for exercise and/or fun, albeit with difficulty because I am not known for my muscular strength. At one point I caught my brother Fred playing on it; he grinned sheepishly.
Dreamt I was in a garden, or possibly a low hedge maze. Elon Musk, also present, was trying to steal my passport, which I had concealed somewhere in the garden. I spent most of the dream trying to hide from Musk. When he eventually obtained my passport, I ran at him, tackled him to the ground and demanded it back, keeping him pinned down.
He responded by masturbating furiously. Look, I don't like it any more than you do. I don't know if he was actively turned on by being pinned down by an angry woman or if he was just trying to disconcert me into backing off.
Dreamt of a very cute skunk, waddling around. I was enraptured, although I couldn't fathom what it was doing in the UK, and I kept my distance for obvious reasons. It seemed very taken with a woman who was dressed in black and white and had painted her face white with face paint, and it kept walking towards her. The black-and-white woman, backing away, seemed slightly nervous about the attention she was getting from this skunk.
Had a dream I didn't write down at the time, because it freaked me out and I wanted to forget it, but my efforts to remove it from my mind have failed, so at this point I might as well record it.
A delivery driver arrived at our house. I needed to confirm something about the delivery, so I invited him in, left him in the sitting room and went upstairs to ask Rei about it.
Various things detained me upstairs, and over an hour and a half had passed by the time I came back downstairs to give the driver our answer. I was concerned that he'd be angry about being made to wait.
When I entered the sitting room, though, I found it apparently empty. He'd left, I assumed, and I couldn't blame him.
The driver suddenly put his hand around my throat from behind.
I woke from the dream at this point, very unsettled, and deliberately delayed going back to sleep until I could be sure I wouldn't be going back into the same dream.
Dreamt I often passed through an enormous theme park because it happened to be convenient for getting where I needed to go. By this point, the theme park employees and I not only recognised each other by sight but had invented an elaborate ongoing storyline where we each played different roles, and we'd progress the storyline whenever I visited the park.
Irving Stirling, the character I played, was an experienced sailor/explorer/archaeologist: a sort of sea-themed Indiana Jones, but perhaps a little older (maybe in his fifties?) and not quite as playful.
Stirling's arch-nemesis was played by one of the park employees. Sadly I can no longer remember the nemesis's name, but I do remember really enjoying his character! He was basically Stirling's more sinister counterpart; they were longstanding rivals and enemies.
Arcturius Pest was played by another employee; I'll call his actor Chris, because he looked like a Chris to me. Chris was a lanky white man somewhere in his late twenties to mid-thirties, with sort of sandy blond/very light brown hair; there was something a little bit Stephen Merchant about his appearance (and in fact I think his accent might have been similar as well). Pest was a nineteen-year-old student who looked up to Stirling.
Chris had Pest confess his love to Stirling, and they became boyfriends. I went along with this storyline but privately wasn't thrilled about it because I thought Stirling had much more chemistry with his nemesis. "There must be a pretty substantial age difference," I commented at one point, in the hope of discouraging Chris from the Stirling/Pest idea. It seemed to throw him a bit - he evidently hadn't really considered that - but Stirling and Pest remained together.
I remember wondering whether Chris's interest in establishing a Stirling/Pest romance reflected an interest in me. As we walked around in-character together, hand in hand, I was really hoping that he wasn't going to ask for my number when it was time for me to leave. I didn't dislike Chris, but I wasn't interested in having him be part of my personal life. I also didn't want this roleplay to become a regularly scheduled thing; I was happy with the current situation of having an ongoing casual roleplay that progressed whenever I happened to visit this theme park.
At one point Stirling and Pest were exploring a submarine together. Pest went ahead into a room, and then there were strange sounds; was something wrong? When I looked into the room, as Stirling, there was no sign of Pest, and there seemed to be corpses strewn about, including two newborns in a box. I cautiously entered the room, and suddenly-
I was accosted by the sinister and scenery-chewing Admiral Condor! (I distinctly remember him dramatically introducing himself as 'ADMIRAL CONDOR!!') This was another old enemy of Stirling's, also played by Chris. I think he had an eyepatch.
The corpses, it transpired, were fake - the adults were playing dead, the babies were something like rubber - but I can't remember whether they were real within the world of the roleplay. Had Condor actually killed these people, or had he just made it look like they'd been killed to mess with Stirling's head?
Condor, to my delight, did have chemistry with Stirling. I tried to play that up in the hope that Chris would be persuaded to switch to a romance between those two instead, or at least that he'd start playing Condor more than Pest; Condor seemed like a more fun character!
In conclusion, I would like to have fewer dreams about Elon Musk, but I wouldn't say no to more dreams about the adventures of Irving Stirling and Admiral Condor.