#rebagle for morning crowd

[msvorderofoperations]

And another one to rebagle this for the people that are awake at a reasonable hour, and to round out what I woke up to this morning.

I dreamed I was part of a group of people that were dealing with various supernatural threats to the world. Most were the products of a mad scientist trying to take over the world, but also weirdness that just popped up in the wild like bubbles of time travel and such. The thing with this organization however, was that we were not operating with a huge budget nor oversight. We were basically a group of guerilla fighters that had enough first hand experience to document, undermine and halt a lot of what came up.

This is highlighted by some rando talking about how great it must be to be fighting the good fight. And everyone present (and there were a lot of us, because the aforementioned mad scientist was back on his bullshit) outlined exactly the width, breadth, and depth how much this work fucking sucked. One talked about having to live through the depression, the dustbowl and the second world war in a matter of months because of time fuckery. Another talked of having to stop Kaiju sized threats using scavenged weaponry. And another talked about having to march barefoot across the American Midwest for an entire winter because of a mind-controlling creature. And all we were given for our hard work once a threat was dealt with was a couple days off and some hot food, and then we were put back to work.

It turns out however that the last story there is relevant, the mad scientist is trying it again. We notice this as people of a small town that had been very adamant that we leave suddenly stops caring and walking in unison outside the city limits. The people of our group are immune because the last time this happened, the small vaguely fox-shaped creature had realized that our organization was working to undo all this had attempted to kill us. And by directly threatening us, it broke whatever compulsion it had over us. And while the obsession it cultivated was a powerful one, it was fairly simple as well. All you felt was a deep admiration and desire to follow it at a distance. You still had the ability to tend to (most) of your needs.

But our new-found immunity looked like an unexpected win fall, as we could now head off this problem weeks if not months sooner than the last time it showed up. So we set to work on getting it dealt with. The last time we had to deal with this thing, it was quite clear that in making it have such a strong emotionally magnetic quality, it had no augmented physical strength or durability to draw on. Thinking that this was the same as last time, we quickly scrounge some weaponry (a CO2 powered pellet gun) and get ready to take it down. Since the thing has human level intelligence and could (theoretically at least) set the crowd following in the distance against us, we still want to utilize the element of surprise. One person takes aim from a distance, and another waits close by to take advantage of if/when it gets stunned. The shot is taken, and the person in hiding leaps out and stomps the hell out of it. But instead of leaving a broken, dying body as it did last time, the body explodes into dust.

This is definitely weird, but not an immediate cause for alarm. Maybe it's just a different process for how the thing is made this time around? As we're discussing what this could possibly be indicative of, the difference is made readily apparent. The dust is holographic (meaning that each particle contains the whole of the creature) and so it sets about rebuilding itself many times over, by incorporating mass it absorbs from the surrounding dirt. But instead of just making the same little fox creature, it instead becomes a bunch of bear sized worms, like the Dune sandworms or the creatures from Tremors. And before we can try and capture/kill any of them, they bury themselves and disappear.

Knowing this is beyond the capabilities of what we have currently, we go back to the headquarters of our organization to inform everyone and try to come with a strategy to deal with them. Once we return and regroup, the idea is floated that if we trap it and send it to the bottom of the ocean, the pressure might be able to contain/destroy it. Failing that, it would have to deal with other creatures that we know for a fact are down there which would not take kindly to other monsters horning in on their terrain. This seems like a reasonable end goal, but now the question is how to get there.

And of course, because it's my subconscious it couldn't just have me experience an interesting narrative, it also had to throw in some real-world shit to fuck with me. One of my cousins is part of this organization, and at one point the head of our outfit forgets that he was with us. To make up for this, my cousin is gifted some extremely rare and expensive whisky. I point out that it was recently my birthday, and that no one did anything for me. Crickets.

And then I wake up. Sigh.

Just got woken up a couple hours after going to bed by a weird and very specifically intense nightmare.

It was another one of those "I am somehow still enrolled in school" dreams. But where it's usually about me finding out that at my current age and have missed out on decades of schooling, I was still a kid of indeterminate age in this dream. It so happens that it's just before the end of the school year, and one teacher is teaching a class that I need the credit for to graduate. I only have a single class left, and I have missed enough classes that missing the last one might mean that I fail. The weirdest part about this was it felt like it was pre-school, rather than college, high school, or even elementary school.

I find out through an online document of the last assignment, that instead of going to class the final session is to be a "field trip" to this teacher's home. I go to my parents with how unorthodox and weird this is, but they just brush me off. They insist that if something is amiss, I should just take it to the teacher. I then (rightly!) point out that if the problem is with the teacher themselves, nothing about that is safe or useful. And then I even confront my mom about how in all her years of working at a public school (she worked as a lunchtime supervisor and bus attendant for decades) she must have had to come across a bad actor of a teacher. She then assumes the tone and mannerisms of when she has been caught in an obvious lie, and just ends all conversation on the matter.

I then make a decision to just miss the class and risk failing rather than expose myself to harm. I double check that the online assignment is complete so that I can still theoretically pass even if I don't show up to this final class. I then noticed that the teacher herself has put in a part of the answer now, and is doing so in the form of rhyming couplets that have the same meter and scansion of "Johnny I hardly knew ya". Additionally, the answer she has put in is weirdly personal. Upon reading this, I go to show this to my parents to outline the teacher's deranged behaviour, and I suddenly see that she is typing out in real time "[My real name], danger, danger."

At this point I forced myself awake, because I absolutely did not want to know how the dream was going to handle this psychotic teacher being loose in my home, which was very much the implication I got from where the events of the dream had been going.

[valorandgold-archived]

[Ugghhhh is it really 12:30 already? I’ll answer the one ask I have left for this meme and maybe rebagle it for the morning crowd or try to draw attention to it some way, idk, all I know is Morgan wants more disney right now. Nighty night lovelies <3]

[rourkie]

Rebagle for the morning crowd

Some giftart for @dweebyfur of his boy Cabbage. Cabbits are cuddly!