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Jan. 7th, 2010 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adiva_calandiaNightmare. Xenomorpho nightmare rather than zombie nightmare, but even then it followed the same basic rules the zombie nightmares do: people around me are turning in implacable monsters, and the best I can do is run to someplace that's somewhat defensible and wait for them to come for me.
This one involved, as its central setpiece, some kind of huge house or public building with a pool in a high-ceilinged, glass-walled area. There were two flights of stairs at one short end of the pool: a grand staircase leading up to a ballroom/plaza kind of area, and a smaller one leading down to a basement. I was with . . . three or four other people, I think. Cordelia Chase from Buffy was one of them, and another was the cute bestpectacled guy she was macking on (but not Wesley), and a third was the obligatory I've-seen-combat-before hardened military type, a Mr.-T-with-dignity looking kind of guy. And I think there was one other young guy.
I don't know why there was a group of people turning into Alien style aliens, because that's not how xenomorphs work, precisely; they can impregnate human hosts, sure, but the host does not then turn into a huge scary fast carnivorous monster thing. But there was a crew of people down in the basement, and we knew they were infected or might be infected (they were all asleep -- cyrogenically maybe? Canonical, if my subconscious is actually pulling from Alien or its spiritual associates, 2001 and 2010).
We retreated from the basement up to the pool level. Cordelia was told to "watch the lowest level" for "signs of life," because "even the slightest" could be a sign that the xenomorphs were waking up. She promptly abandoned that in favor of making eyes at the young geek, while the other young guy was trying to teach the rest of us how to swim, and how to dive to escape something chasing us. (I think he called it a "very" -- it was one word, I know that.)
Now, the camera angle stayed fixed on what you could see of the lower level from the pool level -- maybe I in the dream was watching the whole thing -- so audience-member!me got an uninterrupted view as the crew of people woke up and went crawling to the foot of the stairs. They weren't interested in us for a long while; they were exploring what they could do with human bodies, or maybe the way their bodies were changing. Nobody in my group seemed to notice them (although I think at one point someone did notice that Cordelia wasn't keeping watch, and someone else was assigned to do it). That lasted until one xenomorph/man, in a business suit, managed to yell in a weird strangled, distorted voice that showed just how out of control the human part of him was by now: "I'm -- nnnnot -- Shot--gun!"
The other xenomorphs/humans started hooting. My group instantly dove into the pool. I was heading as fast as I could for the other side, but Colonel T stopped me. "Not a 'very,'" he muttered, sounding -- resigned? Flat. "You don't want to be very. It gets hard to breathe."
I got what he meant. (This next bit, I'm realizing now that I'm awake, doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, but I think it didn't in the dream, either, which was part of the scare.) If you just clung to the edge of the pool, the xenomorphs would be able to get you, and you'd tire out. You had to tread water in the center of the pool, and spend as much time underwater as possible, so they couldn't get to you.
I think I woke up when I heard one of the xenomorphs/women start trying to talk to me.
So yeah. That was fun. I'm pretty certain there was a ton of other stuff earlier in the dream, but that's all I can remember now.
This one involved, as its central setpiece, some kind of huge house or public building with a pool in a high-ceilinged, glass-walled area. There were two flights of stairs at one short end of the pool: a grand staircase leading up to a ballroom/plaza kind of area, and a smaller one leading down to a basement. I was with . . . three or four other people, I think. Cordelia Chase from Buffy was one of them, and another was the cute bestpectacled guy she was macking on (but not Wesley), and a third was the obligatory I've-seen-combat-before hardened military type, a Mr.-T-with-dignity looking kind of guy. And I think there was one other young guy.
I don't know why there was a group of people turning into Alien style aliens, because that's not how xenomorphs work, precisely; they can impregnate human hosts, sure, but the host does not then turn into a huge scary fast carnivorous monster thing. But there was a crew of people down in the basement, and we knew they were infected or might be infected (they were all asleep -- cyrogenically maybe? Canonical, if my subconscious is actually pulling from Alien or its spiritual associates, 2001 and 2010).
We retreated from the basement up to the pool level. Cordelia was told to "watch the lowest level" for "signs of life," because "even the slightest" could be a sign that the xenomorphs were waking up. She promptly abandoned that in favor of making eyes at the young geek, while the other young guy was trying to teach the rest of us how to swim, and how to dive to escape something chasing us. (I think he called it a "very" -- it was one word, I know that.)
Now, the camera angle stayed fixed on what you could see of the lower level from the pool level -- maybe I in the dream was watching the whole thing -- so audience-member!me got an uninterrupted view as the crew of people woke up and went crawling to the foot of the stairs. They weren't interested in us for a long while; they were exploring what they could do with human bodies, or maybe the way their bodies were changing. Nobody in my group seemed to notice them (although I think at one point someone did notice that Cordelia wasn't keeping watch, and someone else was assigned to do it). That lasted until one xenomorph/man, in a business suit, managed to yell in a weird strangled, distorted voice that showed just how out of control the human part of him was by now: "I'm -- nnnnot -- Shot--gun!"
The other xenomorphs/humans started hooting. My group instantly dove into the pool. I was heading as fast as I could for the other side, but Colonel T stopped me. "Not a 'very,'" he muttered, sounding -- resigned? Flat. "You don't want to be very. It gets hard to breathe."
I got what he meant. (This next bit, I'm realizing now that I'm awake, doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, but I think it didn't in the dream, either, which was part of the scare.) If you just clung to the edge of the pool, the xenomorphs would be able to get you, and you'd tire out. You had to tread water in the center of the pool, and spend as much time underwater as possible, so they couldn't get to you.
I think I woke up when I heard one of the xenomorphs/women start trying to talk to me.
So yeah. That was fun. I'm pretty certain there was a ton of other stuff earlier in the dream, but that's all I can remember now.
