When Life hands you lemons, first, list your options:
- make lemonade
- throw them at passers-by
- put them on top of your bookshelf and forget they’re there til they rot and you can’t figure out what that smell is….
- cat toy
- stick things in them like cloves or broken bits of glass and leave them in someone’s sock drawer
- make some kind of napalm explodey thing
- a substitute for limes
Anyway, the dream I had before waking up this morning was full of
The last paragraph is really the best part. Incidentally, I’ve had extremely lush and vivid dreams the last two nights, must be my new bedroom. Sam and Jeff moved down into the living room so they could have more space, I moved into their old room, and my old room is now 'the den'.
I started out walking down a carpeted hall inside an air-ship towards the bridge… it was low-lit, but sunny outside. My memory of the room was extremely detailed except that I really don’t want to bore you all by describing the whole thing. There were some circular windows that were placed below floor level… I looked out one of them and saw that we were actually a teeny ship attached to a much MUCH larger air-ship. I can’t even describe how immense this thing was. It was flying so the bottom of it was probably maybe … 50 feet above the tree-line on the ground. From where we were attached to the ship (on the right side of it, I might add) the trees were basically a green wash, it was like being way high up in an airplane and looking out the window… except that we could see all the way along the right side of the ship, which was made of all sorts of rectangular and square boxes sticking out here and there… they had windows everywhere, large pipes and crap, it looked kind of like seeing a city from above. It was fucking huge. I don’t know how much of it continued above us, either.
I then noticed that it was the main ship in a sort of fleet, there were smaller ships like ours launching off from it all over the place. It seemed we all had a similar destination. I think the group running the ships may have been militaristic, but the ships were full of civilians. I think I was just kind of some chick who hung out in the bridge being creepy and watching what went on. There was a captain dude, who seemed to be some kind of psychotic jerk. Then this guy steps into the scene, orangey brown leather jacket (like a motorcycle jacket but brown), jeans, I think, some shirt I don’t recall. I think maybe he had cowboy boots. He also had curly red afro hair that wasn’t too huge and poofy. (he sort of looked like the character Steven Hyde from That 70’s Show). There was something about him that lent him some kind of authority on the ship but the captain was totally having issues with this guy. The Guy didn’t really ever talk at all, he just seemed to silently show his disapproval of the way that things were operating.
Our ship had launched and we had a destination. By now we were on our way across the vast expanse of …whatever the hell. The mothership was far behind. Eventually The Guy morphed into Will Ferrell, still in the same appearance. But he wasn’t funny Will Ferrell, he was much more of a stone-cold void of emotion that is often associated with bounty hunters or contract killers Will Ferrell. His facial expression remained neutral all through the dream.
Eventually, since it was sun-down (of who knows what day, I had no conception of how long we’d been traveling) we realized we were really late and missed our rendezvous. Somewhere in there I kind of ceased to be a person on the ship and was just watching Will Ferrell as if it were a movie about the character he played in the dream. Everyone realized that we were way WAY too close to the ground (which was super freaky to realize in the dream because it instantly denoted something was very wrong). As a non-corporeal presence I knew that the reason they were late and too close to the ground was because the psycho captain liked to randomly drop the ship down to land on the wastelands we were flying over (don’t ask me how everyone didn’t know he landed the ship) so that he could take criminals who were imprisoned on the ship or other people he had issues with out to the wasteland and make them kneel in the sand so he could hit their heads right off their shoulders with a baseball bat or some kind of club. I saw a few instances of this happening in instant flash-backs.
So of course the next scene is him taking Will Ferrell out to the wasteland and he’s talking crap and pointing a gun at him. Will Ferrell just looks at the captain blankly, and then kicks him so hard right up under the jaw that he goes flying up in the air. In the Tae kwon do-style moves that the character Hwoarang from Tekken 3 uses, he continues to kick this guy with explosive force over and over again, keeping him up in the air until his body completely rips apart at the hinges.
The End.
- throw them at passers-by
- put them on top of your bookshelf and forget they’re there til they rot and you can’t figure out what that smell is….
- cat toy
- stick things in them like cloves or broken bits of glass and leave them in someone’s sock drawer
- make some kind of napalm explodey thing
- a substitute for limes
Anyway, the dream I had before waking up this morning was full of
The last paragraph is really the best part. Incidentally, I’ve had extremely lush and vivid dreams the last two nights, must be my new bedroom. Sam and Jeff moved down into the living room so they could have more space, I moved into their old room, and my old room is now 'the den'.
I started out walking down a carpeted hall inside an air-ship towards the bridge… it was low-lit, but sunny outside. My memory of the room was extremely detailed except that I really don’t want to bore you all by describing the whole thing. There were some circular windows that were placed below floor level… I looked out one of them and saw that we were actually a teeny ship attached to a much MUCH larger air-ship. I can’t even describe how immense this thing was. It was flying so the bottom of it was probably maybe … 50 feet above the tree-line on the ground. From where we were attached to the ship (on the right side of it, I might add) the trees were basically a green wash, it was like being way high up in an airplane and looking out the window… except that we could see all the way along the right side of the ship, which was made of all sorts of rectangular and square boxes sticking out here and there… they had windows everywhere, large pipes and crap, it looked kind of like seeing a city from above. It was fucking huge. I don’t know how much of it continued above us, either.
I then noticed that it was the main ship in a sort of fleet, there were smaller ships like ours launching off from it all over the place. It seemed we all had a similar destination. I think the group running the ships may have been militaristic, but the ships were full of civilians. I think I was just kind of some chick who hung out in the bridge being creepy and watching what went on. There was a captain dude, who seemed to be some kind of psychotic jerk. Then this guy steps into the scene, orangey brown leather jacket (like a motorcycle jacket but brown), jeans, I think, some shirt I don’t recall. I think maybe he had cowboy boots. He also had curly red afro hair that wasn’t too huge and poofy. (he sort of looked like the character Steven Hyde from That 70’s Show). There was something about him that lent him some kind of authority on the ship but the captain was totally having issues with this guy. The Guy didn’t really ever talk at all, he just seemed to silently show his disapproval of the way that things were operating.
Our ship had launched and we had a destination. By now we were on our way across the vast expanse of …whatever the hell. The mothership was far behind. Eventually The Guy morphed into Will Ferrell, still in the same appearance. But he wasn’t funny Will Ferrell, he was much more of a stone-cold void of emotion that is often associated with bounty hunters or contract killers Will Ferrell. His facial expression remained neutral all through the dream.
Eventually, since it was sun-down (of who knows what day, I had no conception of how long we’d been traveling) we realized we were really late and missed our rendezvous. Somewhere in there I kind of ceased to be a person on the ship and was just watching Will Ferrell as if it were a movie about the character he played in the dream. Everyone realized that we were way WAY too close to the ground (which was super freaky to realize in the dream because it instantly denoted something was very wrong). As a non-corporeal presence I knew that the reason they were late and too close to the ground was because the psycho captain liked to randomly drop the ship down to land on the wastelands we were flying over (don’t ask me how everyone didn’t know he landed the ship) so that he could take criminals who were imprisoned on the ship or other people he had issues with out to the wasteland and make them kneel in the sand so he could hit their heads right off their shoulders with a baseball bat or some kind of club. I saw a few instances of this happening in instant flash-backs.
So of course the next scene is him taking Will Ferrell out to the wasteland and he’s talking crap and pointing a gun at him. Will Ferrell just looks at the captain blankly, and then kicks him so hard right up under the jaw that he goes flying up in the air. In the Tae kwon do-style moves that the character Hwoarang from Tekken 3 uses, he continues to kick this guy with explosive force over and over again, keeping him up in the air until his body completely rips apart at the hinges.
The End.