dream engine

The dream engine gives me deadlines

I’d accidentally committed myself for two events on the same Saturday: one roleplaying/reading/writing/fandom-related, and one church/choir-related. Each was with a handful of other people, non-overlapping. I’d made six small posters (or one poster with six panels) for one of the events and I knew people would expect me to explain it/them, or show it off,

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The dream engine knows my alignment

There was a spiffy new ticket machine at the railway station: black, chest-high, with a large slanted touchscreen like an ATM. It showed not only my ticket information (as in “you have 2 free old-lady travel days”) but also my alignment and spells. I don’t remember what my alignment was, though I assume it was

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The dream engine insists on beef

I went to a small restaurant alone where I’d been with Spouse not a week earlier: not hard to find, but hard to get to, down a flight of stairs that were almost a ladder to a rickety landing at the side of a narrow town-centre canal, possibly in Utrecht. I knew that they had

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The dream engine provides people of affairs

I’d inherited a large old house with everything in it, and a lot of money as well (either in the bank/securities/whatever or in chests in the house). With the house came a man of affairs, a spare dark grumpy person who showed me everything from the attics down. When we got to the ground floor,

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The dream engine keeps me from eating

Another bad restaurant dream (decide for yourself which noun “bad” belongs with). Spouse and I were in The Hague with a male friend (don’t know which friend it was, though it was one who exists in waking life as well) looking for a place to eat. Many places were closed, whether because it was a

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The dream engine sends a bus

I’d been visiting an aunt — I don’t have many aunts left, and I don’t think the dream aunt was one who actually exists in waking life. The house was the previous one we lived in though in a different town and much further from the station than the real house is. And this was

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The dream engine fails to feed me

After a convoluted dream in which I was taken through what I supposed to be my entire dreamscape, somewhat like the sequence in Valerian and the City of 1000 Planets where he falls through several levels of Alpha, I achieved stability and the company of my spouse and we were hungry. There was a restaurant

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The dream engine eats my bank card

First of the Worldcon anxiety dreams, I suppose. (ETA: Had another one but it was much less detailed and involved mostly food.) It started innocuously enough: I had one book out and another ready to reveal at Worldcon (which is in fact true, except that the first isn’t wildly popular and the dream one was)

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The dream engine fails to provide plot

It provided kittens, though: two of them, greyish, one with narrow stripes and one with broad splotchy stripes, sleeping on the half-packed or half-unpacked suitcases lying on one or both of our ginormous kitchen tables. (The kitchen was also ginormous. That may be a result of finishing the writeup of Monday’s game session.) Or playing

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The dream engine goes alien

I don’t know if we actually had alien overlords or only a small infestation of aliens, but they were all over the place where I was: a large complex, like a conference centre, large enough that a little train ran to some faraway parts. Different kinds of aliens: one we talked to looked most like

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