Inquisition dream
Aug. 13th, 2009 06:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrienmundiI was at a warehouse festival on a strange urban farm, complete with mutant "cows" (weird, patched together, tall, spindly animals that were really erratic) that freaked J out. At some point, among the strange alternative flavored people inside the sprawling, white walled warehouse, I became aware that an inquisition team had been dispatched for me; apparently I'd gone "too far" and the religious enforcement arm of government (it felt very 2000AD) pegged me as a dangerous heretic.
I remember circling around the strange, free standing walls in the warehouse, until I realized there were four members on the team (three of varying levels of patched together armor, clockwork and people, and one inquisitor). Suddenly I wasn't scared, and approached the weakest one first (a strange, brass looking wheeled thing). I said something to it, and it started going in small, tight circles, like I'd broken it's brain or program or something.
Next I aimed for the toughest thug, a person in weird, crab-like bright red armor, but got him with the other thug (a figure in a solid white armor or suit). I spoke to them, more forcefully than the clockwork thing, and they went back to back, then collapsed.
Finally, I let the inquisitor find me. He was a short balding guy in glasses, with a neatly trimmed goatee and wearing a black v-neck pullover and a t shirt. He looked like a vaguely alternative psychologist; I remember thinking that he went intentionally low key in presentation was a smart move, but also told me something useful. We sat down and he started interviewing me, and I started dismantling his arguments and premises, getting acknowledgment every step of the way. At some point he either excused himself or I walked away for a bit, then went looking for him, nervous because I didn't know what he was up to. Some people I knew said he'd been taken away to the hospital, laughing maniacally and obviously broken. I was relieved, but also disappointed, because I had wanted to continue the process and see the breakdown myself.
I wandered around a bit, then went outside. Somehow, I had found out that someone high on the food chain had taken an interest in me (a cardinal, maybe?). Just before I woke up, I saw an expensive European sedan pull up, and a slim, wiry person in something like a blue-black suite or robes with a round black hat get out, smiling unnervingly at me. I remember being impressed that I rated such notice, anticipated the interrogation, but was also more nervous than I'd been before.
Then hungry cats woke me up.
Wow, psychology, religion, thugs, and strange logic: what was my brain on?
I remember circling around the strange, free standing walls in the warehouse, until I realized there were four members on the team (three of varying levels of patched together armor, clockwork and people, and one inquisitor). Suddenly I wasn't scared, and approached the weakest one first (a strange, brass looking wheeled thing). I said something to it, and it started going in small, tight circles, like I'd broken it's brain or program or something.
Next I aimed for the toughest thug, a person in weird, crab-like bright red armor, but got him with the other thug (a figure in a solid white armor or suit). I spoke to them, more forcefully than the clockwork thing, and they went back to back, then collapsed.
Finally, I let the inquisitor find me. He was a short balding guy in glasses, with a neatly trimmed goatee and wearing a black v-neck pullover and a t shirt. He looked like a vaguely alternative psychologist; I remember thinking that he went intentionally low key in presentation was a smart move, but also told me something useful. We sat down and he started interviewing me, and I started dismantling his arguments and premises, getting acknowledgment every step of the way. At some point he either excused himself or I walked away for a bit, then went looking for him, nervous because I didn't know what he was up to. Some people I knew said he'd been taken away to the hospital, laughing maniacally and obviously broken. I was relieved, but also disappointed, because I had wanted to continue the process and see the breakdown myself.
I wandered around a bit, then went outside. Somehow, I had found out that someone high on the food chain had taken an interest in me (a cardinal, maybe?). Just before I woke up, I saw an expensive European sedan pull up, and a slim, wiry person in something like a blue-black suite or robes with a round black hat get out, smiling unnervingly at me. I remember being impressed that I rated such notice, anticipated the interrogation, but was also more nervous than I'd been before.
Then hungry cats woke me up.
Wow, psychology, religion, thugs, and strange logic: what was my brain on?
