Another strange dream, but first...
Sep. 14th, 2006 05:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altivoA moment of mourning for what the human race has become. I'm not going to say that depictions of violence in media and games are a direct cause of this sort of thing, but it is certainly true that when we glorify this kind of behavior, some individuals really do get weird ideas and run with them. I'll never really understand, though. This stuff is so alien to me I feel like a visitor from another planet.
So last night I had another movie script technicolor dream. This one was as surreal as if it were designed by Salvador Dali, though. It all took place in a huge convention center, where I was apparently supposed to be attending a furry con, though only one vaguely furry scene took place. Mostly it consisted of wandering from room to room and down corridors and stairways looking for things and never finding them.
It was a huge place, all designed and decorated by some very contemporary designer because there were areas where the walls and even the ceilings were covered with shag carpeting and things like that. The colors were vivid and ran the gamut from heavy purples and indigos in some areas to bright yellows in others. I think the actual guest rooms and corridors were done in blues and purples while the meeting spaces were more often yellow, beige, and orange. Several of the auditoria featured stage areas that were filled with architectural miniatures of some sort of futuristic complex of buildings that, I think, were supposed to represent the center itself, and people were there talking about them and pointing out features. It seemed as if in many cases the only way past such meeting halls was by entering from one side and going out the other, so you had to walk through whatever event was in progress.
One large portion of the building was some sort of contemporary art museum, and it was laid out as a whole series of rooms furnished and decorated as if they were living space of some kind. There were even dining tables set with place settings and various sorts of fresh bread put out. While wandering through this area I had the only furry incident. A group of people were sitting at one of the dining tables eating and talking, and next to the table was a smaller round table with long curving spindly legs, like what some of our grandmothers used to hold a flower pot with a fern in it. Except instead of a flower pot, there was a very canine head on the table, growing apparently right out of the table top. No body was evident other than the table, but the head was engaged in the conversation and had a female voice. In form it resembled a Newfoundland or maybe a Great Pyrenees, but the fur was a sort of turquoise green color.
As I approached, I realized it was going to be difficult to squeeze past this group, but as I edged past the table with the canine head, it noticed me and said "Oh, excuse me, sorry," and shuffled on its table legs out of my way to let me pass. Talk about an Alice in Wonderland kind of experience...
As this strange and surreal thing continued, I got into an area where people were constructing something, rather like stage sets for a play. Then I arrived at a set of doors to the outside, with signs indicating that they faced "EAST". I stood there trying to remember the layout of the place and figure out where I must be if I was at an east facing exit. Then more people came along who were wearing con badges (no fursuiters though) and I went with them, thinking they must know where they were going. We only arrived in a large lobby area with clumps of people standing around asking each other "Is this the panel?" or "What panel is this?"
I realized it was already Sunday, and somehow I'd missed the fursuit parade, and didn't even know the way back to my room. I hadn't had my own suit on at all yet, and the con was nearly over. Very confusing and disappointing, and that's where I woke up. ;p
The interesting thing though, was the dog head on a table. It seems like I've really seen something like that but I can't recall where. It doesn't seem like the kind of thing that would usually come up out of my unconscious mind.
So last night I had another movie script technicolor dream. This one was as surreal as if it were designed by Salvador Dali, though. It all took place in a huge convention center, where I was apparently supposed to be attending a furry con, though only one vaguely furry scene took place. Mostly it consisted of wandering from room to room and down corridors and stairways looking for things and never finding them.
It was a huge place, all designed and decorated by some very contemporary designer because there were areas where the walls and even the ceilings were covered with shag carpeting and things like that. The colors were vivid and ran the gamut from heavy purples and indigos in some areas to bright yellows in others. I think the actual guest rooms and corridors were done in blues and purples while the meeting spaces were more often yellow, beige, and orange. Several of the auditoria featured stage areas that were filled with architectural miniatures of some sort of futuristic complex of buildings that, I think, were supposed to represent the center itself, and people were there talking about them and pointing out features. It seemed as if in many cases the only way past such meeting halls was by entering from one side and going out the other, so you had to walk through whatever event was in progress.
One large portion of the building was some sort of contemporary art museum, and it was laid out as a whole series of rooms furnished and decorated as if they were living space of some kind. There were even dining tables set with place settings and various sorts of fresh bread put out. While wandering through this area I had the only furry incident. A group of people were sitting at one of the dining tables eating and talking, and next to the table was a smaller round table with long curving spindly legs, like what some of our grandmothers used to hold a flower pot with a fern in it. Except instead of a flower pot, there was a very canine head on the table, growing apparently right out of the table top. No body was evident other than the table, but the head was engaged in the conversation and had a female voice. In form it resembled a Newfoundland or maybe a Great Pyrenees, but the fur was a sort of turquoise green color.
As I approached, I realized it was going to be difficult to squeeze past this group, but as I edged past the table with the canine head, it noticed me and said "Oh, excuse me, sorry," and shuffled on its table legs out of my way to let me pass. Talk about an Alice in Wonderland kind of experience...
As this strange and surreal thing continued, I got into an area where people were constructing something, rather like stage sets for a play. Then I arrived at a set of doors to the outside, with signs indicating that they faced "EAST". I stood there trying to remember the layout of the place and figure out where I must be if I was at an east facing exit. Then more people came along who were wearing con badges (no fursuiters though) and I went with them, thinking they must know where they were going. We only arrived in a large lobby area with clumps of people standing around asking each other "Is this the panel?" or "What panel is this?"
I realized it was already Sunday, and somehow I'd missed the fursuit parade, and didn't even know the way back to my room. I hadn't had my own suit on at all yet, and the con was nearly over. Very confusing and disappointing, and that's where I woke up. ;p
The interesting thing though, was the dog head on a table. It seems like I've really seen something like that but I can't recall where. It doesn't seem like the kind of thing that would usually come up out of my unconscious mind.
