#To Sleep perchance to dream

[burnwater13]

Grogu lying next to the rancor. Both are sleeping. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DateWorks.

Yes, Grogu was sleeping. He’d had a long, eventful day. He’d left Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp. He and R2 had determined that the Mandalorian had ended up on Tatooine. They’d gone to Tatooine. Found Peli Motto. Took her droid cart to Mos Espa from Mos Eisley. Found Din Djarin. Messed up the Scorpenek Annihilator Droid and then soothed a very upset and hurt rancor. Grogu saw the advantage of taking a nice nap at once. No one was going to wake him up at the risk of waking up the rancor. Right?

He had hoped that he would dream of simple, lovely things. Soft things like moss bunnies, and sweet things like honey stacks, and kind things like the tickle bugs from Coruscant who acted like alarm clocks. Grogu had always enjoyed waking up laughing. Ian hadn’t liked them at all, but then Ian didn’t always appreciate the early hour that the Masters expected them to be out and about by. 

But he hadn’t dreamt of simple comforts. Nope. He also hadn’t dreamt about the Mandalorian, which was a little surprising, all things considered. No. His dream was all about going on some sort of smuggling run. He wasn’t sure why he was doing that. He didn’t really think he was cut to be a smuggler. In fact he’d been the thing smuggled more than anything other than just being himself. But in this dream he wasn’t the prize. 

He was in a YT-1300 light freighter, sitting in the pilot’s seat. Another Jedi was sitting next to him, but it wasn’t Luke or Ahsoka. He looked like an older version of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but Grogu knew it wasn’t Obi-Wan. This Jedi looked like he’d never lost a lightsaber or forgotten his cloak anywhere.

“Do you two have the course laid in? She says we won’t have much time when we get there and every minute counts.”

The Mandalorian walked into the small bridge and spoke to them both with something like panic in his voice. Grogu glanced over his shoulder to say something soothing, but stopped as soon as he saw his dad’s face. What!? Why wasn’t Din Djarin wearing his helmet? He didn’t want to go to Mandalore and find out whether or not it was safe, just so he could swear by the Creed again. They clearly didn’t have time for that.

“Tell my daughter that we will get there when we get there and not a minute sooner. She should know by now that the Force doesn’t always show you exactly what you need to see.”

“Seb, I invite you to tell your daughter that. The last time I said that I received a very cold cup of caf and a raised eyebrow along with two hours of silence.”

“That sounds like a gift, not a threat. But you two live your lives as you see fit. Grogu, is the course laid in to Coruscant?”

Grogu nodded because he was too flabbergasted to do anything else. Coruscant? Why were they going there? Had they run short on Imp-sympathizers? Or did they need to find a Sith artifact? The place was riddled with them. 

“Excellent. Okay. Time to go.”

Seb pushed the appropriate control and the next thing Grogu knew was they were being bathed in the strange light that was the hallmark of hyperspace. At least this time he didn’t see any space whales. The first time he’d seen those he thought he was dreaming. But he hadn’t been. They’d been real. He’d found out that they were called purrgils. They used the Force to travel through hyperspace. It was fun as a fact but better as a dream.

“Okay. It’s going to a take a while to get there. I’m going to take a nap to avoid listening to your parents complain at each other about why we didn’t leave yesterday. You should get something to eat. I can hear your stomach growling, young one.”

Grogu looked up at Seb, with his beard and fading ginger colored hair and smiled. Whoever Seb was, Grogu liked him. He seemed like the sort of person who had seen a lot but it hadn’t affected him other than to make him kinder and funnier. 

“And we would have been able to leave yesterday if you hadn’t left your lightsaber in the twins’ room and Djarin and I hadn’t had to rebuild that part of the house when they realized what it was and started to argue over it.”

“Daughter, don’t get me started on the many things that you did as a child that created havoc among our family’s plans. I am surprised that we managed to get here at all, given all of that.”

Seb laughed as he exited the bridge. Grogu was still reeling from the various announcements that Seb, the Jedi had made. He had a daughter? His daughter was with them? She called Din Djarin, Djarin and they had twins?  And she was his mom?! He had a MOM?!

Grogu woke up with a start and looked around, his eyes wide and his brain racing. Where was this mom lady? And Seb, where was Seb, the Jedi? Where was his dad?!

“Buddy, how are you? You took a pretty big risk with that rancor. I can’t thank you enough for saving me.”

The Mandalorian picked him up and held him close. Grogu sighed. For once he was glad that Din Djarin was wearing his beskar helmet. Things were the way they were supposed to be, at least for now. He’d just have to be prepared for what was coming. And prepare his dad for that as well. Uff. 

A future where Din Djarin had a wife and kids and didn’t wear his helmet all the time sounded like a dream, but Grogu knew that Force dreams were only ignored at your peril. He’d spent too much of his life in that state to want to spend more time there. For him, this dream was just reality showing up late to the party and he hoped he had enough food for everyone. He would hate to run out of fire stacks, even though he had no idea what they were. Dank Farrik!

[idol--hands]

You Are The Bird

⚡ they do not, in fact, dream of electric sheep ⚡

[hawkswjnter]

i’m hamlet coded. i’m walking through the halls of my castle (my house) wishing for my fathers ghost to go to the light (my dogs to stop barking at creatures outside) while ranting with horatio (me and my other hamlet coded friend, for other reasons, are complaining about teachers wrong views on hamlet)

[merlions]

I absolutely love so much how youtube doesnt let people submit suggested subtitles to unsubtitled youtube videos if the uploader didn't add them, and how it instead defaults to auto generated captions.

do AIs sleep, perchance dream? ah, there's the ru- oh sorry wait. "I asked her up"

[hawkp]

Working at McDonald’s, fighting the urge to throw myself into the fryer.

[cleonard-ricsummerinenglandblog]

ENGL 306 Blog 4

Melodramatic Melancholy

The opening of George Eliot’s “The Lifted Veil” is honestly just great to me. “The time of my end approaches.” is quite a way to open a story, but I think the immediate desire Latimer feels for his own demise is what seals the idea for me. He spends so much time expressing his desire to die, “Unless, then, I am cursed with an exceptional physical constitution, as I am cursed with an exceptional mental character, I shall not much longer groan under the wearisome burthen of this earthly existence”.

In a way, I know the talk. My depressing friends and I had always said we don’t want to live too long lives, the desire for death and the disdain of life being strong in a group of edgy, mentally ill teenagers. 

That Latimer knows his death for certain, down to the exact date, for he foresaw it in a vision is what makes the whole thing all the more interesting. “I shall be sitting in this chair, in this study, at ten o’clock at night, longing to die, weary of incessant insight and foresight, without delusions and without hope.” These visions he seems to have are a burden I suppose.

How he describes his coming death is an tangle of humor, depression, and I think a nice detail to human nature. When his death comes, he will ring a bell for his staff, despite knowing it won’t save him. The humor comes in with how it won’t save him. 

“My two servants are lovers, and will have quarrelled. My housekeeper will have rushed out of the house in a fury, two hours before, hoping that Perry will believe she has gone to drown herself. Perry is alarmed at last, and is gone out after her. The little scullery-maid is asleep on a bench: she never answers the bell; it does not wake her.”

That kind of interpersonal drama is hilarious to me. A man is dying and he won’t be saved because of a lover’s quarrel and a deep sleeper. I laughed at that, and it’s the kind of gallows humor that really expresses Latimer’s conscious acceptance of this fate. 

The detail I loved though is that despite his desire to die, as shown in the first two paragraphs, he really doesn’t.

“I make a great effort, and snatch at the bell again. I long for life, and there is no help. I thirsted for the unknown: the thirst is gone. O God, let me stay with the known, and be weary of it: I am content.”

He wants to die, and also knows that when the time comes he will grasp at life because no living soul wants to die, no matter how much it protests persisting. 

[doctorslippery]

Dreamed I was cleaning public restroom floors all night long.

...yeah...that was as about as restful a sleep as you can imagine.

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[mazeyphaedra]

figueroth faeth is sooo like. i have more opportunities to be better at everything when i am other people. i don’t know who i am. i’m a wood elf tiefling resident doctor detective old lady archdevil wizard’s paramour german shepherd. i’m straight-edged except for drugs. i smoke. i’m a rockstar. i haven’t written anything in months. i turned my infernal domain into a recording studio. i’m not an artist. i wear my heart on my sleeve. i can’t have any of my loved ones know how much i truly care for them. i attribute every awesome and kind thing i do to other people. i don’t want to exist. i worry my parents, all four of them. i’m an only child. i’m a sister. i’m wanda childa. i contradict myself; i am large, i contain multitudes. i’m a teenage girl.

[memengwaakwe]

Omg seeing this picture just reminded me I had a dream about Taika and Rhys last night. Went into my Notes and I wrote about it at 2:52 am with many spelling errors as i typed as fast as I could with my eyes closed so I wouldn't lose the memory.

I was at a grocery store, which changes part way through the dream to a post office for some reason, to buy an Our Flag Means Death advent calendar. There were 2 different ones, a Rhys themed one and then a Taika themed one. Rhys Darby is just there and starts telling me to buy his, but then Taika shows up and says to buy his. Rhys then tries to sabotage Taika by saying his name is pronounced differently - I forget, Tay-ka, maybe? And then I felt really badly for apparently pronouncing his name wrong for so long so wanted to pick his calendar instead so it backfired on Rhys. Then the post office is all of a sudden in Aotearoa New Zealand and we are all talking and laughing about the show while I buy both advent calendars. Flirting was definitely involved.

A few questions emerge: Why was I buying advent calendars in April? Why did the grocery store turn into a post office? How did I get to ANZ? What were the results of the three-way flirting? WHY DID I WAKE UP???

I have 2 other middle of the night notes about bizarre Taika and Rhys dreams, and there have been others that I accidentally lost due to sleepy swipes. Hoping for more... To sleep, perchance to dream...

[aziraphalecrowley-fell]

To my surprise, I’ve actually managed to sleep.

My previous belief was that because I didn’t need sleep I could do more good if I chose not to partake in such things. I have now discovered why Crowley enjoys sleeping, and I must admit that my prior assessment was flawed. It is a quite relaxing activity, and very… warm?

I wonder what other unnecessary human activities I’ll discover are different than imagined.

[luegootravez]

Jane Seymour in 'Morir… dormir… tal vez soñar' (1976)

[snowshinobi]

I hope you sleep. I hope we both sleep

[winenwind]

My plan for everything

[ladyinthebluebox]

not the inspiration title daring to quote shakespeare at me.