Dreaming

[deralte]

I forgot to describe the dream this morning. It was basically the Napoleonic wars, set in Middle Earth. I got Sharpe's pov for the whole dream, which was interesting. We were running some mission on the edge of a river, but things went to hell. My group ended up getting "detained" by the enemy commander (who by this point wore a modern military uniform since my brain replaced all the older ones the more I woke up. Go figure...). I was rather pissed by the whole thing, since we were being delayed to allow their men to slaughter our larger force, but things went wrong.

A few of the "chosen men" escaped, and then the army's advance scouts/rescuers arrived - the elves. Specifically Elrond's sons whom Sharpe had the magical ability to tell apart, though all he really cared about was that they were taking out the generators on the other side of the river and keeping an eye on Perkins for him (I got Perkins pov for a short time too and he was very happy to be rescued by such cool guys *L*). Things were going to hell, and the enemy commander made to leave, but then I pulled out my gun and blew a hole in his chest at very close range while grinning happily. This sickened me, the dreamer, just slightly, but Sharpe was having fun. (It just goes to show that if I say that my dreams have contained tons of violence, my dreams will go off and try to prove me right.) So the commander dropped dead and Sharpe was looking forward to a night drinking with the elves when I woke up. Weird dream.

Comments

[deralte.livejournal.com]

I think it was our discussion of your dream that brought on the high level of violence in my own last night. Not that I haven't had plenty of violent dreams before - the one where I beheaded someone (dreaming as myself) always remains in my memory - but usually what I do during the day has something to do with what I dream at night.