#sleep perchance to dream

[winenwind]

My plan for everything

[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.

[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.

[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!

[luegootravez]

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

[snowshinobi]

I hope you sleep. I hope we both sleep

[idol--hands]

You Are The Bird

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

[ladyinthebluebox]

not the inspiration title daring to quote shakespeare at me.

[paperbunny]

Woke up with these words in my mouth.

"Love, in pursuing it, becomes it."

No idea what they mean, or if they came from something, but I've been reading too much @neil-gaiman lately for him to not infect my brain somehow.

[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)

[natjennie]

I am playing spiritfarer and thinking about the ghosts also, and listening to hadestown. and I thought, why does every interest of mine have to do with death. and subsequently I thought, oh, everything is. that's why.

[luegootravez]

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

[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.

[brown-little-robin]