[Log]: One funny dream I had
After several traumatic dream experiences (I blame report-induced stress), my brain finally came up with something relatively funny... And a little hot, if you know what I mean... Anyway, I decided to share it with you, so here goes:
I'm not sure what the location was, but it seemed like a mesh of all school buildings I've ever been to (with those awful two-colour walls, no less!), but it had two... Uhhh... Open classes? Two big, deep niches. One was equipped with all sorts of climbing and running platforms and was used to organize a sort of a rat race for students (with prizes)... Sounds odd, but my dream-self found it quite fun and apparently not even remotely difficult; not only did I parttake in the event, I was also a half of the winning team (the other runner was, quite surprisingly, errantknightess... I guess I'm your official creeper from now on, sorry). The prize for the winners were... Some sort of waffles? It looked and tasted delicious but for the life of me I can't remember what their name was... Pretty rare/expensive stuff all the same.
But! I'm not writing this to boast with my imaginary athletic success, oh no. The best part of this dream came afterwards. I wanted to go home and change into fresh clothes, then return to participate in single races, when I have been stopped by the news of...
... An amateur staging of Hamlet taking place in the neighbouring niche! Me being me, I obviously had to go and see it. The scene I arrived at was only mentioned in the original play (at least I guess that was it) - all characters and the courtiers were seated at a long table which, come to think of it, looked a little like a staging for The Last Supper by da Vinci; all characters except for Hamlet and Horatio (both dark-haired and quite handsome, one of them with a bit of a stubble) who were standing to the side and a little more at the front - probably to show they were somewhere else at the same time (logical, since in the original play they're waiting for the ghost to come on the castle walls). Only that... I don't really remember them kissing at that point. Or ending up on the floor in a lovely mess that would make every fan all hot and bothered (believe me when I say they were hot like that... And beautifully aesthetic to boot). You think this dream couldn't get any better than this?
Wrong. In the middle of it all, the actor playing Claudius told everyone he was tired and dozed off where he sat by the table... So it was as if (post-dream conclusion) Claudius drank himself to death during the wedding banquet. Which, consequently, means a happy, ghost-less ending for the prince of Denmark. If it could only be this simple!
And now that you have a full picture of how insane, creepy and debauched I am, let me return to my report writing (halfway done already!).
I'm not sure what the location was, but it seemed like a mesh of all school buildings I've ever been to (with those awful two-colour walls, no less!), but it had two... Uhhh... Open classes? Two big, deep niches. One was equipped with all sorts of climbing and running platforms and was used to organize a sort of a rat race for students (with prizes)... Sounds odd, but my dream-self found it quite fun and apparently not even remotely difficult; not only did I parttake in the event, I was also a half of the winning team (the other runner was, quite surprisingly, errantknightess... I guess I'm your official creeper from now on, sorry). The prize for the winners were... Some sort of waffles? It looked and tasted delicious but for the life of me I can't remember what their name was... Pretty rare/expensive stuff all the same.
But! I'm not writing this to boast with my imaginary athletic success, oh no. The best part of this dream came afterwards. I wanted to go home and change into fresh clothes, then return to participate in single races, when I have been stopped by the news of...
... An amateur staging of Hamlet taking place in the neighbouring niche! Me being me, I obviously had to go and see it. The scene I arrived at was only mentioned in the original play (at least I guess that was it) - all characters and the courtiers were seated at a long table which, come to think of it, looked a little like a staging for The Last Supper by da Vinci; all characters except for Hamlet and Horatio (both dark-haired and quite handsome, one of them with a bit of a stubble) who were standing to the side and a little more at the front - probably to show they were somewhere else at the same time (logical, since in the original play they're waiting for the ghost to come on the castle walls). Only that... I don't really remember them kissing at that point. Or ending up on the floor in a lovely mess that would make every fan all hot and bothered (believe me when I say they were hot like that... And beautifully aesthetic to boot). You think this dream couldn't get any better than this?
Wrong. In the middle of it all, the actor playing Claudius told everyone he was tired and dozed off where he sat by the table... So it was as if (post-dream conclusion) Claudius drank himself to death during the wedding banquet. Which, consequently, means a happy, ghost-less ending for the prince of Denmark. If it could only be this simple!
And now that you have a full picture of how insane, creepy and debauched I am, let me return to my report writing (halfway done already!).