Lady Sheherazahde's Journal

I must be very hungry. In my dreams I kept trying to get food.

I was working for some corporation (I have no idea what my job was) I spent most of the time worrying about how to fill out forms (including my time card, which was complicated).

Then I went to dinner. Or tried to I couldn't get anyone to sell me a hamburger. But I ended up eating a coworker's left over curried cauliflower.

There were lots of strange details.

Two young woman who lived in a house across from the gas station/vending booth where I was trying to buy the hamburger. Their house looked nice from the front but it was a narrow as a hallway from the side.

And the cauliflower was peeled. There was a bag of curried cauliflower granules with occasional large chunks of whole peeled cauliflower. I was just eating the large pieces, and then trying to peel fresh cauliflower myself.

Trying to get a hamburger was very frustrating. I would see trays of hamburgers, and people buying and eating them. But when I tried to buy one they were all out.

I think when it started out I was running a store in a mall and someone had advertised a "discussion group" about Wicca in a room in the mall. But the people running the discussion group were Evangelical Christians using it as a ploy to convert people interested in Wicca. A bunch of Wiccans showed up for it and I closed the store early to attend as well. Since the practicing Wiccans outnumbered the Christians it didn't go the way they planned. We went to dinner at a mall restaurant (outside on a balcony). I had a great big steak. I had to go around locking up the store for the night (lost in corridors lined with doors). One of the Wiccan women from the discussion group (who had had dinner with us, discovered that she had to get to Connecticut right away and we needed Buddha to drive her. We found him waiting in line to see a movie, sitting in a chair dozing.

We were driving a car full of stuff, with a trailer full of stuff. At one point we pulled over for some (necessary) reason. I was watching a video of a vendor at a pagan event talking about how much better this event was than Starwood, because when they invoked the god it rained. And a part where I was hanging small objects on a pegboard in the middle of a dusty driveway. And there was a part where a older black man was the driver of the vehicle and I was his nephew. A young black boy on a bicycle was asking the older black man for advice about what kind of yams to serve his girlfriend because she was starting to look at other men. And the older black man looked over the yams the young man had (which were pale orange) and asked what kind she was eating. The boy pointed to the back of a truck that was full of dark purple yams. And the older man knew that was trouble, because it meant the girl was sex crazy. And there was a part where some crazy hillbilly was threatening to kill us because we parked over a line he had drawn, and then he found the sex crazy girl in the back of the car. She had a personal calendar that was embroidered with what medications she was taking what days and how much chocolate she was eating (very pretty applique shades of brown to indicate chocolate consumption). He pointed out that the calendar proved how much she had been sleeping around.

At that point it turns out that the old man and his nephew (me) are vampires. And we are going to Connecticut for some very dangerous reason that has to do with coming in contact with vampire hunters. Then we are in the custody of the vampire hunters and something awful happens to the girl. The head vampire hunters are four immortal pigs who are discussing the details of our case in bed. They decide that we are not vampires (because there is very little evidence that we are, and they haven't actually looked at us). Meanwhile the girl is dieing and I decide to "save" her by making her into a vampire. This scene is entirely animated in the style of Hellsing (anime TV series produced based on the manga of the same name by Kouta Hirano), her healing, reanimation, and insane destruction of the room. Which seems to involve some sort of tornado action, (lots of books and dishes flying around and, in the manner of animation, being put back in place) and a robot guard with lasers.

Then I woke up.

Everyone dreams. We have to. I don't usually remember my dreams. But lately I have started to.

First Dream (a few days ago)
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Second Dream
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Well, it's past time for me to get back to dream land.

I don't remember them clearly and they are fading even as I try to remember.

There were people being tortured. Well, there are some people being tortured somewhere in the world at any given time. But the question was do you want to be responsible for that? If your government is doing it you are responsible. If your government is turning people over to other people to be tortured you are responsible. If you stand by and let people be tortured you are responsible. Although I feel fairly powerless myself.

Well, that is what the dream was about: torture, and moral arguments against it.
Right now the US government is not only torturing people but turning people over to other countries to be tortured.

That probably effected my dream. And the stuff I was reading about the Birdman of Alcatraz. The way prisoners are treated frequently amounts to torture. But the number one thing that probably brought on my dream was re-reading "Night Watch" just before sleep. Terry Pratchett is very political and he is very clear about the moral responsibility of people who turn over other people to be tortured.