Cavalcade of weird succ dreams last night. All I remember from the first array is myself in vessel-mode, sitting cross-legged on the floor of a house that evoked the layout of our actual house without resembling it much in any deeper way. Housemates were down the hall having a conversation somehow involving alcohol and drinking
At this point I woke up to discover I was peeing myself because I overtaxed some of the muscles down there while in the bathroom before bed. Was able to get to the bathroom and handle the rest without incident. Bed's fine but I needed a change of underwear.
Second run of dreams included a bunch of weird stuff--a passel of incredibly lame people I don't think I'd have been hanging out with in the first place, but was in the dream, at some sort of community kitchen. One, basically the ringleader of the shitheads' gallery with the rest always sucking up to him, had an absolutely abysmal food idea. He looked like late 90s-era Jeff Goldblum in a black sweater with glasses. I think maybe he was literally just supposed to be Jeff Goldblum, it wasn't clear.
I don't remember the exact ingredients of the concoction devised by Schrödinger's Goldblum, but it was almost entirely different seasoning blends with no actual nutrition in it. No meat, grains, veggies, except he might've added a paltry amount of uncooked flour? Every time he added a new seasoning blend, it was so much that it would've completely overwhelmed the other blend's flavor, and I think he did that twice. At one point he ran some water into it and mixed it into a dense sludge, which he then served cold to his brown-nosers.
Anyway, it was a dream, so impossibly this terrible idea was actually good. I rightly called BS and the King of the Fuckwads sneered at me. We snarked at each other until I shapeshifted into full demonic embodiment to cut their heads off out of exasperation. At first this didn't work--they all just sort of came back together--and I wound up semi-lucidly rejecting that, basically saying, "no, this is my dream, this is my space, I shouldn't be the joke here", then reaching out to my unconscious, asking "why do you do this to us?"
The Shitheads' Gallery disappeared. I was still in the same room, but it all the lights were off and it was mournfully empty, just alone pleading for understand with the rest of myself. It was sad, a little nerve-wracking, yet also oddly healing.
I didn't get a direct answer, but things felt a little better after that. Then the dream changed again--was suddenly a double agent embedded with alt-universe Nazis, working with a statue maker to put up this bronze propaganda statue of some famous figure but its boots "subtly" had high heels, and this was supposed to imply the statue was actually a symbol for trans fem turncoats escaping the Nazi regime to fight back. I appreciate the intent, but even in the dream I thought, "this seems like it's sending some real mixed signals, maybe we should've done something else"
Anyway, we got found out for different reasons--apparently I was also a cyborg assassin and I'd stashed some Nazi's head inside the statue's openable face. So at the installation ceremony Hitler opened that faceplate, saw this, and then I tried to shoot him but missed and he got away (I wasn't bothered, it's dramatic tension rules--we have to do the rest of the movie, and all that).
We had a high-octane escape sequence where this little fairy with wings too weak to fly for long periods was suddenly part of our team. So first I carried her with my cyborg assassin jet wings to the statue-maker's flying jet truck, then flew alongside while the Nazis... less so actually shot at us than they emitted the vague idea of shooting at and pursuing us, receding further and further into the distance.
Aaaaand then the dream shifted again to a sequence that ran so briefly I only remember vague impressions of armored goblins and then (these words were not about the goblins) "Be wary, these are true reptiles". I still do not know who the true reptiles are.
Then I heard these words loud and clear. My dreams do not feature clear noise, it's always more like a memory of sound, but this actually sounded like someone speaking to me from a few feet away, heavily weighted towards my right ear. It was a deep, ethereal-sounding feminine voice with multiple pitches of itself faintly layered into the words, and said, "Remember the living"
Then I woke up.