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Extremely weird dream.
My brain gets up to the weirdest things when I'm asleep...
So I somehow or other found myself in one particular corridor of a very large library, apparently a college campus library. The corridor was crowded with people (most of whom I didn't know, but I recognized![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladymondegreen and dotsomething and stakebait), all of whom were quite agitated and talking at the tops of their lungs. Nobody hushed us because everybody knew what the problem was: it seemed that anytime any one of us tried to leave the library building, we would suddenly get poofed back to here.
I managed to get the crowd quiet enough to raise the question: "Does anybody have any theory at all as to what the hell is going on?"
dotsomething was of the quite firm opinion that we were in Hell. Oddly, she didn't seem too upset about it. (I suppose if Hell were a library that one couldn't leave, I wouldn't be too upset about winding up there either. Unless there was something horribly wrong with the library, like none of the books being in a language I could read, or something.) I told her that this was not a productive theory and she should try to find another one.
stakebait was convinced that we were here to revise a story. Some sequence of events had taken place here, and it was up to us to re-enact it so that it turned out right this time. ladymondegreen and I agreed with her that this made more sense, and we set off to try to figure out what had gone wrong that we were supposed to get right. About that time filkerdave poofed in, looked around, and said in tones of heartfelt disgust "Oh no, not again!" We left ladymondegreen to explain to him what was going on, and went to find the library doors to see how far away we could get before getting zapped back to the corridor.
It turned out that we could get into the arts-and-crafts rooms elsewhere in the same building, and for some reason this was extremely important. I can't remember why, except that later in the dream when we came back to them and found that they had been transformed into art display rooms, we were horrified.
dotsomething and I had made some progress in figuring out the elements of the story we had to revise, and we were collecting supplies in one of the arts-and-crafts rooms when the Japanese businessmen showed up. Apparently they were waiting for an important meeting of some sort, which we realized from their conversation that we had to eavesdrop on if we could because it was going to be important to the story. The thing was, they were talking freely in front of us, because they didn't realize that we understood Japanese.
(I do not, in fact, understand Japanese.)
Somewhere around here the library had morphed into a convention hotel, and the dream changed character completely. But somewhere before that was the encounter in the library with the middle-aged guy who declared his intention of trying to get as far as the campus hospital next door, and having a sex-change operation. For the purpose of defeating the you-can't-leave-the-area field, you understand. In the dream this seemed like a reasonable, if unusual, test. "Well, at least someone's being inventive about trying to test the boundaries of this thing."
My brain hurts.
So I somehow or other found myself in one particular corridor of a very large library, apparently a college campus library. The corridor was crowded with people (most of whom I didn't know, but I recognized
ladymondegreen and dotsomething and stakebait), all of whom were quite agitated and talking at the tops of their lungs. Nobody hushed us because everybody knew what the problem was: it seemed that anytime any one of us tried to leave the library building, we would suddenly get poofed back to here.I managed to get the crowd quiet enough to raise the question: "Does anybody have any theory at all as to what the hell is going on?"
dotsomething was of the quite firm opinion that we were in Hell. Oddly, she didn't seem too upset about it. (I suppose if Hell were a library that one couldn't leave, I wouldn't be too upset about winding up there either. Unless there was something horribly wrong with the library, like none of the books being in a language I could read, or something.) I told her that this was not a productive theory and she should try to find another one.stakebait was convinced that we were here to revise a story. Some sequence of events had taken place here, and it was up to us to re-enact it so that it turned out right this time. ladymondegreen and I agreed with her that this made more sense, and we set off to try to figure out what had gone wrong that we were supposed to get right. About that time filkerdave poofed in, looked around, and said in tones of heartfelt disgust "Oh no, not again!" We left ladymondegreen to explain to him what was going on, and went to find the library doors to see how far away we could get before getting zapped back to the corridor.It turned out that we could get into the arts-and-crafts rooms elsewhere in the same building, and for some reason this was extremely important. I can't remember why, except that later in the dream when we came back to them and found that they had been transformed into art display rooms, we were horrified.
dotsomething and I had made some progress in figuring out the elements of the story we had to revise, and we were collecting supplies in one of the arts-and-crafts rooms when the Japanese businessmen showed up. Apparently they were waiting for an important meeting of some sort, which we realized from their conversation that we had to eavesdrop on if we could because it was going to be important to the story. The thing was, they were talking freely in front of us, because they didn't realize that we understood Japanese.(I do not, in fact, understand Japanese.)
Somewhere around here the library had morphed into a convention hotel, and the dream changed character completely. But somewhere before that was the encounter in the library with the middle-aged guy who declared his intention of trying to get as far as the campus hospital next door, and having a sex-change operation. For the purpose of defeating the you-can't-leave-the-area field, you understand. In the dream this seemed like a reasonable, if unusual, test. "Well, at least someone's being inventive about trying to test the boundaries of this thing."
My brain hurts.