Fantasy realm dream featuring Boyd as a pirate
I had the most random but awesome magic pirate fantasy realm dream last night featuring Boyd. I wrote the whole thing out, first planning to email it to Sonny but then it was really long so I said fuck it, I'll just post it on my livejournal to remember it. Feel free to read if you're bored haha
i had the coolest dream last night! the whole dream was on this huge awesome pirate-like ship in a fantasy realm while the ship was at sea.
it was really tall and intricate and had a bunch of levels, sort of like a cool tolkien elven type ship. the inner part of the deck actually was a balcony/hole that went all the way down to the bottom-most part of the boat. down there all the peons of the crew hung out in the dark. there were two really tall bar stools, essentially, that rose all the levels (im gonna guess maybe 7 levels?) to sit in line with the main deck. everyone down in the depths was kind of rough-mannered and most of them smoked.
the way you got down was through staircases on either side of the deck or you could, if you braved it, jump out and use the pole of one of the bar stools to swing down onto different decks.
the main deck was not the highest point. from there in the front of the ship there were a couple more levels, but they were all enclosed.
there was a lady who was in charge of the ship but she wasn't really the captain, she was like a queen and magician who basically controlled everyone with her money and power, or had hired everyone on ship. im not sure which. she had a couple family members i think.
Boyd was there and i don't think he was exactly undercover but he also didn't belong. i think he'd gotten lost from Hsin and the others and this was his only way of getting back, but it was a really long voyage. so he went by Boyd and he had a place in the hierarchy on the ship as being the lowest ranked upperclass person. he was initially in charge of all the hooligans.
early in the dream, the first in command dude ordered the other rank members to do something. all i remember about it was that the few females in the peon crew were supposed to become runners, and the men all had to do grunt work, and there was one other thing that Boyd disagreed with because he thought it was a bad idea but he was overruled. i think the first in command dude was a prince actually so Boyd couldn't say no.
he went down to the crew and told them the orders and tried to be nice about it. three rough-looking dudes came out and were kind of pissed about it, especially when it came up that the ladies had the easier part.
"How many women work here?" Boyd asked them.
"Maybe 10."
"Okay. Give me their names. Actually, I'll need a roster of everyone on board."
The rough-looking dudes stared at him with malevolent eyes but grins on their lips. Boyd sighed and said, "Look, I'm sorry about this but it's my orders. I'll do what I can to help otherwise."
"Yeah okay," said the leader of the rough dudes. "Orders."
But he didn't sound convinced. Boyd didn't notice.
Later that night, after the orders had spread among the crew, Boyd and some of the other crew members were up on the roof of one of the top levels. Boyd was trying to teach one of the men something-- I don't know what it was but it involved everyone sitting in a loose circle around them. Boyd and the man faced each other, sitting with their legs crossed in front of them, and their palms flat against each other. Boyd closed his eyes and was starting to calmly teach the guy something, when the man grabbed Boyd and threw him backward off the rooftop. Boyd fell and crashed into a disgusting run of dirty water (possibly even involving feces) that was part of some sort of irrigation system they had on a lesser used portion of the deck. All the dudes on the roof laughed and mocked him. Boyd sighed and pushed himself out of the water, and as he headed toward the shower area one of the upperclass dudes mocked him too.
"You're the same level as the rats but they'll never respect you," the rank member said. "You may as well give up."
Boyd didn't answer. He knew he wasn't respected by the lower crew and he knew he was only kept as a curiosity and point of amusement on the upper ranks but he wasn't the sort of person to just give up.
When he was clean, he stood on the deck and looked into the sky. It was night but the sky was a deep indigo blue; it never went fully black on this world. The rush of the seawater moved past him, and rising high into the night sky was a complicated origami design out of white paper, attached by a string to the ship. It was supposed to help lead their way or give them better sight out in the endless ocean, and with the wind rushing through his hair Boyd thought with suspicion and wonder:
"In this world, I don't remember there being paper like that before."
I think he hoped it meant his journey was nearing an end; that the magic realm he had fallen into was approaching the non-magic realm he had grown up in, and that the rules of his world were starting to affect the rules of this one. It meant he was that much closer to Hsin.
Later that night or perhaps another night, he perched on one of the bar stools with another man. The crew at the base of the ship all smoked as a popular pastime, but there was some reason why it was helpful for air circulation for them down there for someone to sit on a bar stool in the open air on the deck and smoke out of one of these strange little cylinders. A person had to keep pushing on it like a mini bellows, and small wisps of smoke wafted out of the bottom. Somehow, despite it being completely open down to the base, that helped the men below.
Boyd had been sitting on the bar stool for hours chain-smoking the cylinder with a single-minded purpose. He didn't smoke normally but he was determined to show the crew that he was more one of them than the upperclass people, and because he wanted to focus on something other than how he missed Hsin and had no idea when he'd get to see him again.
One of the upperclass people came over, the dude who had mocked him before, and yelled at him to stop smoking that shit and get in to see the queen. Boyd was unhappy but complied. He expertly stood on top of the bar stool and leaped across the breach to the main deck. He followed the guy into the dining room used by the rich people associated with the woman. Everyone was around a huge table, with another table spanning in the distance. There was excess expenditures of money everywhere...scantily clad dancers pranced around, musicians played, delicacies spanned the table while the crew below fed on scraps.
Boyd was disgusted by the hypocrisy but as always he said nothing, and sat down. The night passed in merriment at first but Boyd was really frustrated by how he didn't fit in anywhere and how he just wanted to go home and how, even though no one really liked him down in the crew, he felt more comfortable down there or alone on the deck than he did in here.
At one point he was standing, and the queen had been entertaining herself with flights of fancy, when she focused on him. As part of her entertainment she decided to show him how she could force him to do anything she wanted with her magic. She focused her energy on him, and Boyd saw one of the chairs glow with power. He knew it was only in his own sight; a way of his mind interpreting the magical energy which was even now curling around his limbs and starting to lead him to sit down in the chair.
But he was angry. He wasn't her puppet, he wasn't some plaything for anyone. He wasn't going to listen to every damn whim she had. So he gripped the back of the chair in front of him and, glaring, he resisted her spell until it broke.
Her eyebrows rose and some of the upperclass people exchanged looks, but the rest of the dancers and merriment continued.
"Darling," she said pleasantly, "I don't believe you heard me the first time."
She cast the spell again, stronger this time, and Boyd felt it pressing in on every part of him. But that only made him furious, and this time when he broke it he also snapped caustically:
"I'm not going to do a fucking thing you want."
In this world, mental control could equate to magical power. Boyd was so furious that with his mind, he yanked all the heavy chairs out from the tables and sent them spinning in the air; he kept every piece of silverware and food even from where it had been and jerked the massive wood table out from beneath it, nearly throwing everyone backward as it careened up into the air and began spinning frenetically.
"Leave me the fuck alone and don't ever try to force me to do anything again," he growled.
While they all stared in shock, the queen most of all, Boyd turned his back on them and stalked out. Behind him, the tables and chairs crashed heavily to the floor and slid back into place; not a piece of food or drop of drink lost.
I wanted to see what happened next, because I knew the queen wouldn't let that go, and now everyone realized that Boyd had a power even he hadn't realized he had-- but at that point I woke up and barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up because I managed to get sick in the last day, and when I tried to sleep and continue the dream later I couldn't because I felt too sick to sleep.
So I don't know what happened next :( But I like to imagine that Boyd used his powers to stay out of their grip and, eventually, make his way back to Hsin's arms.
aww the end!
i had the coolest dream last night! the whole dream was on this huge awesome pirate-like ship in a fantasy realm while the ship was at sea.
it was really tall and intricate and had a bunch of levels, sort of like a cool tolkien elven type ship. the inner part of the deck actually was a balcony/hole that went all the way down to the bottom-most part of the boat. down there all the peons of the crew hung out in the dark. there were two really tall bar stools, essentially, that rose all the levels (im gonna guess maybe 7 levels?) to sit in line with the main deck. everyone down in the depths was kind of rough-mannered and most of them smoked.
the way you got down was through staircases on either side of the deck or you could, if you braved it, jump out and use the pole of one of the bar stools to swing down onto different decks.
the main deck was not the highest point. from there in the front of the ship there were a couple more levels, but they were all enclosed.
there was a lady who was in charge of the ship but she wasn't really the captain, she was like a queen and magician who basically controlled everyone with her money and power, or had hired everyone on ship. im not sure which. she had a couple family members i think.
Boyd was there and i don't think he was exactly undercover but he also didn't belong. i think he'd gotten lost from Hsin and the others and this was his only way of getting back, but it was a really long voyage. so he went by Boyd and he had a place in the hierarchy on the ship as being the lowest ranked upperclass person. he was initially in charge of all the hooligans.
early in the dream, the first in command dude ordered the other rank members to do something. all i remember about it was that the few females in the peon crew were supposed to become runners, and the men all had to do grunt work, and there was one other thing that Boyd disagreed with because he thought it was a bad idea but he was overruled. i think the first in command dude was a prince actually so Boyd couldn't say no.
he went down to the crew and told them the orders and tried to be nice about it. three rough-looking dudes came out and were kind of pissed about it, especially when it came up that the ladies had the easier part.
"How many women work here?" Boyd asked them.
"Maybe 10."
"Okay. Give me their names. Actually, I'll need a roster of everyone on board."
The rough-looking dudes stared at him with malevolent eyes but grins on their lips. Boyd sighed and said, "Look, I'm sorry about this but it's my orders. I'll do what I can to help otherwise."
"Yeah okay," said the leader of the rough dudes. "Orders."
But he didn't sound convinced. Boyd didn't notice.
Later that night, after the orders had spread among the crew, Boyd and some of the other crew members were up on the roof of one of the top levels. Boyd was trying to teach one of the men something-- I don't know what it was but it involved everyone sitting in a loose circle around them. Boyd and the man faced each other, sitting with their legs crossed in front of them, and their palms flat against each other. Boyd closed his eyes and was starting to calmly teach the guy something, when the man grabbed Boyd and threw him backward off the rooftop. Boyd fell and crashed into a disgusting run of dirty water (possibly even involving feces) that was part of some sort of irrigation system they had on a lesser used portion of the deck. All the dudes on the roof laughed and mocked him. Boyd sighed and pushed himself out of the water, and as he headed toward the shower area one of the upperclass dudes mocked him too.
"You're the same level as the rats but they'll never respect you," the rank member said. "You may as well give up."
Boyd didn't answer. He knew he wasn't respected by the lower crew and he knew he was only kept as a curiosity and point of amusement on the upper ranks but he wasn't the sort of person to just give up.
When he was clean, he stood on the deck and looked into the sky. It was night but the sky was a deep indigo blue; it never went fully black on this world. The rush of the seawater moved past him, and rising high into the night sky was a complicated origami design out of white paper, attached by a string to the ship. It was supposed to help lead their way or give them better sight out in the endless ocean, and with the wind rushing through his hair Boyd thought with suspicion and wonder:
"In this world, I don't remember there being paper like that before."
I think he hoped it meant his journey was nearing an end; that the magic realm he had fallen into was approaching the non-magic realm he had grown up in, and that the rules of his world were starting to affect the rules of this one. It meant he was that much closer to Hsin.
Later that night or perhaps another night, he perched on one of the bar stools with another man. The crew at the base of the ship all smoked as a popular pastime, but there was some reason why it was helpful for air circulation for them down there for someone to sit on a bar stool in the open air on the deck and smoke out of one of these strange little cylinders. A person had to keep pushing on it like a mini bellows, and small wisps of smoke wafted out of the bottom. Somehow, despite it being completely open down to the base, that helped the men below.
Boyd had been sitting on the bar stool for hours chain-smoking the cylinder with a single-minded purpose. He didn't smoke normally but he was determined to show the crew that he was more one of them than the upperclass people, and because he wanted to focus on something other than how he missed Hsin and had no idea when he'd get to see him again.
One of the upperclass people came over, the dude who had mocked him before, and yelled at him to stop smoking that shit and get in to see the queen. Boyd was unhappy but complied. He expertly stood on top of the bar stool and leaped across the breach to the main deck. He followed the guy into the dining room used by the rich people associated with the woman. Everyone was around a huge table, with another table spanning in the distance. There was excess expenditures of money everywhere...scantily clad dancers pranced around, musicians played, delicacies spanned the table while the crew below fed on scraps.
Boyd was disgusted by the hypocrisy but as always he said nothing, and sat down. The night passed in merriment at first but Boyd was really frustrated by how he didn't fit in anywhere and how he just wanted to go home and how, even though no one really liked him down in the crew, he felt more comfortable down there or alone on the deck than he did in here.
At one point he was standing, and the queen had been entertaining herself with flights of fancy, when she focused on him. As part of her entertainment she decided to show him how she could force him to do anything she wanted with her magic. She focused her energy on him, and Boyd saw one of the chairs glow with power. He knew it was only in his own sight; a way of his mind interpreting the magical energy which was even now curling around his limbs and starting to lead him to sit down in the chair.
But he was angry. He wasn't her puppet, he wasn't some plaything for anyone. He wasn't going to listen to every damn whim she had. So he gripped the back of the chair in front of him and, glaring, he resisted her spell until it broke.
Her eyebrows rose and some of the upperclass people exchanged looks, but the rest of the dancers and merriment continued.
"Darling," she said pleasantly, "I don't believe you heard me the first time."
She cast the spell again, stronger this time, and Boyd felt it pressing in on every part of him. But that only made him furious, and this time when he broke it he also snapped caustically:
"I'm not going to do a fucking thing you want."
In this world, mental control could equate to magical power. Boyd was so furious that with his mind, he yanked all the heavy chairs out from the tables and sent them spinning in the air; he kept every piece of silverware and food even from where it had been and jerked the massive wood table out from beneath it, nearly throwing everyone backward as it careened up into the air and began spinning frenetically.
"Leave me the fuck alone and don't ever try to force me to do anything again," he growled.
While they all stared in shock, the queen most of all, Boyd turned his back on them and stalked out. Behind him, the tables and chairs crashed heavily to the floor and slid back into place; not a piece of food or drop of drink lost.
I wanted to see what happened next, because I knew the queen wouldn't let that go, and now everyone realized that Boyd had a power even he hadn't realized he had-- but at that point I woke up and barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up because I managed to get sick in the last day, and when I tried to sleep and continue the dream later I couldn't because I felt too sick to sleep.
So I don't know what happened next :( But I like to imagine that Boyd used his powers to stay out of their grip and, eventually, make his way back to Hsin's arms.
aww the end!