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Dream -- I am the Furry Savior
16 years ago
So after a spectacularly crappy day today, I fell asleep for an unexpected nap and boy did I have a crazy detailed dream...
My dream started out with me in what seemed to be the last days of my graduate school career. Instead of being here at Fort Collins, or even at Chico or anywhere else my mind connects with school, the building itself where I found myself seemed very much like an old English parochial school or high-end English boarding school. The lighting was very low I remember and the architecture of the building was large, imposing, and mostly rich wood.
Giles, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, was apparently my adviser or personal tutor or something. I remember coming back from some celebratory party or event with some of my friends and encountering Giles. He was drinking tea and looking very British. We got to talking about my up and coming graduation from my masters degree and in the midst of that he brought up some test or other that was required for my graduation and something I had not yet done as it turned out. At that point he got very concerned and started telling me off for not being more responsible and having done it earlier. As it was, that day at noon -- about an hour from the time we were talking -- was the cutoff time for this particular assignment. Panicked, I pointed out that this was the first I'd heard of this requirement.
Bruskly, Giles swept me off to some classroom or other where I was to try to do the assignment as best I could. Apparently I needed to do something and turning something in, even if it was crappy, was better than not doing the assignment at all. As it turned out, the assignment was a reflective essay on the unspoken meanings of some short story. The story, of course, not being something that I had read. After reading the story and eating up most all of my hour, it turned out the primary character of the story was Quark from Deep Space Nine, who had a coat of many colors much like Joseph.
I remembering staring at the page, willing myself to write something, anything. Ultimately, I got down the barest paragraph which was little more than an outline of what I had intended to write. When I took it to Giles, he measured it and said that I'd get a D at the very best.
Completely depressed and very worried, I wandered into the lower levels of the very large and maze-like building to the pub with some of my friends where we drank and ate pub food, trying to reclaim the frivolity of earlier. Some guy who I didn't know either in the dream or in reality was flirting with me and showing off his ability to go invisible. I seem to remember ignoring him and asking one of my friends as to the whereabouts of a mutual friend of ours. He didn't know, but the guy who was trying to flirt with me said he'd seen her going into the basement the other day.
So we all head to the lower bowels of the building, looking for this person who was, according to my dream, my best friend. As we reach some of the lowest and most remote passages in the building, we happen into what appears to be an underground cavern with overtones of ballroom. In it, and expanding out as far as we could see, were furries engaged in toil and digging, all presided over by strange white-skinned demons. When I say furries, I mean people with tails and ears, normal looking people, fursuiters, and anthro creatures.
It appeared to be that the furries were being enslaved by these demons. I and my group quickly joined up with a little contingent of furry slaves standing in a formation near where we had entered the ballroom cavern so that we would not be noticed. While standing in this group, I noticed my best friend in the front of the formation.
One of the bigger and more threatening-looking demons wielding a long, Uraki-looking whip started to move through the formation we were in, barking out orders to my friend in a language I couldn't understand but she apparently did. She began to move off from the group slowly, apparently doing the whiter demon's bidding, but he didn't seem pleased with her and continued to move through the formation towards her with a look of ill intent.
Just before he reached where I was standing in the formation, I began to move off in the same direction as my friend, making sure that I was keeping my body between the two of them and I moved specifically to block his path. When he finally figured out what I was doing and got irritated, he began to yell and raise his whip. But I pounced on him rather out of the blue and literally tore his throat out with my teeth. He died very suddenly and with a look of complete surprise on his face. I remember the inside flesh of him was very pink and fish-like in consistency.
When he fell, a short of hush fell over the nearby furries. Dream-knowledge informed me that, while there were other overseers in this cavern, the one I had just killed was the leader and most vicious and feared. He oversaw the "training" of new arrivals. Taking quick action to capitalize on the opportunity, I called out to the enslaved furs, telling them that now was the time to escape!
There was a lot of concern involved -- if caught while attempting to escape, things would be far worse than if they just stayed put -- but eventually the mass flood of enslaved furries turned and flowed from the caverns into the lower passages of the school building with me as their leader. There was pursuit, but the thing had happened so fast that most of the demons were caught completely off-guard.
We made it out of the building and into the surrounding forest by nightfall. We picked a place and laid down for sleep. It occurred to me at that point that I was leading over 1000 people and responsible for their well-being. One of my earlier group of friends -- now taking up a role as my second in command -- pointed out to me that everyone was now looking to me for guidance and leadership. I was their rescuer and savior; I had to take responsibility for that.
With this in mind, I made inquiries with possible defenses. At the very least we needed to have people on watch at night so we wouldn't be snuck up upon. But, having just escaped from labor-intensive slavery, almost everyone was bone tired. Unhappily, I made the whole group get up and we wandered some more until we found an abandoned mansion in the woods which offered more protection at night. We stayed there.
Come the morning our scouts awoke the group with warnings of an ambush. This set the furries into a panick and most drove further into the depths of the mansion where they then found themselves trapped. In the basement I tried to figure out an escape plan from the building as our demon enemy began breaking into the higher levels of the building. We were trying garden-level and sunk-in windows, but the glass made things difficult and dangerous.
While some of my officers were spear-heading an attempt on a storm window, I caught site of what looked like an even lower basement. This one was unfinished and the floor was earthen. I thought perhaps it might be a wine celler or something else that might open up elsewhere in the forest and provide an escape to the trapped furries. As I rounded a turn from the stairs down to it into the room itself, however, I was struck on the back of the neck with something whizzing. Whether it was a large insect living in the basement or a missile from one of our demon enemies who had snuck around behind me, I don't know as I woke up at that point.
...and yes, I have ridiculously detailed and narrative dreams. This sort of thing is very normal for me.
My dream started out with me in what seemed to be the last days of my graduate school career. Instead of being here at Fort Collins, or even at Chico or anywhere else my mind connects with school, the building itself where I found myself seemed very much like an old English parochial school or high-end English boarding school. The lighting was very low I remember and the architecture of the building was large, imposing, and mostly rich wood.
Giles, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, was apparently my adviser or personal tutor or something. I remember coming back from some celebratory party or event with some of my friends and encountering Giles. He was drinking tea and looking very British. We got to talking about my up and coming graduation from my masters degree and in the midst of that he brought up some test or other that was required for my graduation and something I had not yet done as it turned out. At that point he got very concerned and started telling me off for not being more responsible and having done it earlier. As it was, that day at noon -- about an hour from the time we were talking -- was the cutoff time for this particular assignment. Panicked, I pointed out that this was the first I'd heard of this requirement.
Bruskly, Giles swept me off to some classroom or other where I was to try to do the assignment as best I could. Apparently I needed to do something and turning something in, even if it was crappy, was better than not doing the assignment at all. As it turned out, the assignment was a reflective essay on the unspoken meanings of some short story. The story, of course, not being something that I had read. After reading the story and eating up most all of my hour, it turned out the primary character of the story was Quark from Deep Space Nine, who had a coat of many colors much like Joseph.
I remembering staring at the page, willing myself to write something, anything. Ultimately, I got down the barest paragraph which was little more than an outline of what I had intended to write. When I took it to Giles, he measured it and said that I'd get a D at the very best.
Completely depressed and very worried, I wandered into the lower levels of the very large and maze-like building to the pub with some of my friends where we drank and ate pub food, trying to reclaim the frivolity of earlier. Some guy who I didn't know either in the dream or in reality was flirting with me and showing off his ability to go invisible. I seem to remember ignoring him and asking one of my friends as to the whereabouts of a mutual friend of ours. He didn't know, but the guy who was trying to flirt with me said he'd seen her going into the basement the other day.
So we all head to the lower bowels of the building, looking for this person who was, according to my dream, my best friend. As we reach some of the lowest and most remote passages in the building, we happen into what appears to be an underground cavern with overtones of ballroom. In it, and expanding out as far as we could see, were furries engaged in toil and digging, all presided over by strange white-skinned demons. When I say furries, I mean people with tails and ears, normal looking people, fursuiters, and anthro creatures.
It appeared to be that the furries were being enslaved by these demons. I and my group quickly joined up with a little contingent of furry slaves standing in a formation near where we had entered the ballroom cavern so that we would not be noticed. While standing in this group, I noticed my best friend in the front of the formation.
One of the bigger and more threatening-looking demons wielding a long, Uraki-looking whip started to move through the formation we were in, barking out orders to my friend in a language I couldn't understand but she apparently did. She began to move off from the group slowly, apparently doing the whiter demon's bidding, but he didn't seem pleased with her and continued to move through the formation towards her with a look of ill intent.
Just before he reached where I was standing in the formation, I began to move off in the same direction as my friend, making sure that I was keeping my body between the two of them and I moved specifically to block his path. When he finally figured out what I was doing and got irritated, he began to yell and raise his whip. But I pounced on him rather out of the blue and literally tore his throat out with my teeth. He died very suddenly and with a look of complete surprise on his face. I remember the inside flesh of him was very pink and fish-like in consistency.
When he fell, a short of hush fell over the nearby furries. Dream-knowledge informed me that, while there were other overseers in this cavern, the one I had just killed was the leader and most vicious and feared. He oversaw the "training" of new arrivals. Taking quick action to capitalize on the opportunity, I called out to the enslaved furs, telling them that now was the time to escape!
There was a lot of concern involved -- if caught while attempting to escape, things would be far worse than if they just stayed put -- but eventually the mass flood of enslaved furries turned and flowed from the caverns into the lower passages of the school building with me as their leader. There was pursuit, but the thing had happened so fast that most of the demons were caught completely off-guard.
We made it out of the building and into the surrounding forest by nightfall. We picked a place and laid down for sleep. It occurred to me at that point that I was leading over 1000 people and responsible for their well-being. One of my earlier group of friends -- now taking up a role as my second in command -- pointed out to me that everyone was now looking to me for guidance and leadership. I was their rescuer and savior; I had to take responsibility for that.
With this in mind, I made inquiries with possible defenses. At the very least we needed to have people on watch at night so we wouldn't be snuck up upon. But, having just escaped from labor-intensive slavery, almost everyone was bone tired. Unhappily, I made the whole group get up and we wandered some more until we found an abandoned mansion in the woods which offered more protection at night. We stayed there.
Come the morning our scouts awoke the group with warnings of an ambush. This set the furries into a panick and most drove further into the depths of the mansion where they then found themselves trapped. In the basement I tried to figure out an escape plan from the building as our demon enemy began breaking into the higher levels of the building. We were trying garden-level and sunk-in windows, but the glass made things difficult and dangerous.
While some of my officers were spear-heading an attempt on a storm window, I caught site of what looked like an even lower basement. This one was unfinished and the floor was earthen. I thought perhaps it might be a wine celler or something else that might open up elsewhere in the forest and provide an escape to the trapped furries. As I rounded a turn from the stairs down to it into the room itself, however, I was struck on the back of the neck with something whizzing. Whether it was a large insect living in the basement or a missile from one of our demon enemies who had snuck around behind me, I don't know as I woke up at that point.
...and yes, I have ridiculously detailed and narrative dreams. This sort of thing is very normal for me.
I've had many many dreams like that... Matter of fact, I had one dream where I was a dragon who was leading a faction of other dragons in a war against yet another group of dragons... I made strategical plans, fought battles, made friends, killed enemies...
Detailed dreams FTW. They're better than books... Hell, half the time they're better than real life. I was a dragon after all! xD
I wish I had dreams more often because they're usually stuff like this. ~_^