Nightmares About Serenity
POSTED BY: CortexOverride
UPDATED: Sunday, November 14, 2010 05:35
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Originally posted by KillaOfVanilla:
When my eye followed their heads to the front of the room, I saw well fit blond man who was wearing a blue uniform. That isn't my Anthro teacher, that's Commander Harken!
What do y'all gotta say about that?
Seriously, I'll take Harken over Joss any day. At least he doesn't sing stupid songs to you.
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Originally posted by meatpuppet42:
Some of you people need counselling, Most of you should just stay off the drugs.
And yes. I am seriously considering psychoanalysis or therapy.
BTW, U said use to have nightmares about reavers?
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Originally posted by CortexOverride:
BTW, U said use to have nightmares about reavers?
Dude, I have some f***ed up ones, but they also tend to foretell my future.
This one started on the Blue Line train. It was my ex-girlfriend and I and a couple other people there.
What I can remember is that while the train was in motion, I was facing one of the windows and focusing on the buildings that past by. I also started to noticed that it started to pick up speed.
My ex was standing right beside me and kept talking, and talking, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I think she was speaking in a foreign language or something. It wasn't until I saw this black spec in the blue sky get bigger and bigger. It kinda looked like a pack of crows. It caught my attention as well as one other passenger who by the way, looked a lot like my late grandmother. She cried out "Reavers!" These guys did not look like the reavers from the BDM, they looked more like those 'flying monkeys' from the Wizard Of Oz. The other passengers ,including my late grandma, just sat in their seats as if they were waiting to be devoured by them. But anyway, I grabbed my ex's hand and tried to pull her towards the next cart, but she kept saying "No..No.. No". Her eyes were white and she became completely docile sort of like River does some times. So I tried to let her go , but she was still clamped onto my hand. So pulling her through the train cars and escaping the reavers at the same time was taking a toll. The more force I used to pull her , the heavier she got. I think she started murmuring something in a foreign language again. After a couple of more pulls, my knees buckled underneath me and I fell flat on the floor. As I lay face forward on the ground, I could hear the reavers getting closer. For some reason they were cawing like crows. It kept getting louder and louder. That's when I woke up.
A couple of days later, my girl and I split up.
No worries, its for the best.
"There's no hell for things like this, Captain" ~ Shepard Book, Better Days
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My nightmare occured in the real world, when I learned in 2004 that the TV show would never come back, but we would be given a film in it's place.
Seven seasons of firefly replaced by a 2 hour film.
Seven.
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Originally posted by bluesuncompanyman:
My nightmare occured in the real world, when I learned in 2004 that the TV show would never come back, but we would be given a film in it's place.
Seven seasons of firefly replaced by a 2 hour film.
Seven.
I hear ya.
Although cramming all that story in 2 hours, and still retaining(although minor)some of the charm of the series is quite an achievement.
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I just had one of those dreams that sort of starts off good, but thaen ends as a nightmare.
This one started I think in the companion training house, but it looked different. All the lights were out and nobody was around except me and Inara. As I was laying naked underneath the covers, she was setting up the mood by lighting candles and incence. She wouldn't look at me though, almost like she was avoiding my gaze or something. Thats when this loud knocking happens at the door. Inara opens it, and its Joss Whedon in the 'operative outfit'. He doesn't say anything, he just stands there, staring at me with a 'stiff upper lip'. he looks over to Inara who backs into a corner. Joss then reaches back, grabs his sword, and CASTRATAES ME. Then I woke up screaming my ass off! After I was done screaming my ass off, I slowly checked to see if my 'Johnny-Hoo' was alright, and then I finally relaxed.
"There's no hell for things like this, Captain" ~ Shepard Book, Better Days
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I've had a dying nightmare about Serenity before. It felt incredibly real too, it was entirely in the first person, though I'm not sure if I was myself or a member of the crew or what. Anyway, Serenity was behind me and we were trying to evacuate people from this planet when an operative (Not the operative, but somehow I knew it was an operative) drew his sword and started cutting down all the people fleeing towards our ship. I picked up a sword lying near a dead soldier and tried to stop him. The operative knocked my blade aside and sliced my forearm, causing me to drop the sword. Then he waited for me to pick it up again, which I had to do with my offhand cause I couldn't get my right hand to work. I drew the sword once more, and basically got my butt kicked and as I lie bleeding to death on the ground I saw Serenity take off, escaping with all of the refugees, and I smiled. Then I woke up. I've had five of these martyr hero type dreams, but this one was the only one related to Serenity.
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Nightmares are funny things. We all get them, but I've only ever had one recurring nightmare that has haunted me off and on for decades......and it really is such a silly thing I hesitate to tell, but here goes. About 30 years ago I saw the movie Drums Along The Mohawk for the first time. Pretty good movie starring Henry Fonda and Claudette Colbert. During the movie there are attacks on colonial settlers by Mohawk Indians. For some reason that image, one of a crazed Mohawk with his hatchet raised to strike is something I could never get over. I have dreams of walking in a park, or walking in the woods, and then...wham!...out comes a blood-curdling scream of a Mohawk about to do me in. I usually wake up at that moment in a pool of sweat, or sometimes I can actually feel the blow to my head, and then I wake up terrified. Very weird!
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EDIT: Oh, I already talked about that. Oops.
So... But no one has dreams like that, with the dying? That's too bad. They're fun.
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I figured mine counted as a dying dream, though I guess I woke up before I bled out. Perhaps if the dream continued I would have woken up in the infirmary... somehow... even though the ship left. Nah, probably would have been captured and then I would meet the also assumed to be dead Wash and we'd steal a shuttle and escape. Yeah, that sounds good enough for fanfiction!
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