Dream Log
Alright, let's catalog what I remember from my dream last night:
- I was going to a contestthing where the winner became a model. Because, right, I have the figure for a model! *end sarcasm* And I was feeling very self-conscious about it and trying to find a eye-lash curler and then looked over to see one of the cashiers I work with a lass twice my size filling out the paperwork. I, however, was not filling out paperwork, because-!
- The leader of the contest/class was this ittybitty old woman (and I mean ittybitty. I crawled under the tables (which is why I was doing no paperwork) and knelt by her, and I was still taller than she was). She was uppity and sarcastic, and even at tiny and like, ninety-five, I'm pretty sure she could kick my ass if I pissed her off. She'd just go, "WHAAAAAAA I BREAK YOUR ANOREXIC MODELING ASS" and I'd be like, "Um, not anorexic, obviously," and she'd go, "...oh. Right. Sorry, force of habit. WHAAAAAAA I BREAK YOUR ANOREXICWANNABE MODELING ASS!" She reminded me of the grandma from Mulan, if she'd suddenly been turned caucasian.
- Then (in what I think was a different dream) me and two guys were by a river and two different armies were coming up to us, and we distracted them from killing/capturing us by introducing to them the amazments of refrigerators. In giant blue boxes. Which we tied one of our guys to.
SO. ANALYZE THAT SYMBOLISM, WHY DON'T YA?
- I was going to a contestthing where the winner became a model. Because, right, I have the figure for a model! *end sarcasm* And I was feeling very self-conscious about it and trying to find a eye-lash curler and then looked over to see one of the cashiers I work with a lass twice my size filling out the paperwork. I, however, was not filling out paperwork, because-!
- The leader of the contest/class was this ittybitty old woman (and I mean ittybitty. I crawled under the tables (which is why I was doing no paperwork) and knelt by her, and I was still taller than she was). She was uppity and sarcastic, and even at tiny and like, ninety-five, I'm pretty sure she could kick my ass if I pissed her off. She'd just go, "WHAAAAAAA I BREAK YOUR ANOREXIC MODELING ASS" and I'd be like, "Um, not anorexic, obviously," and she'd go, "...oh. Right. Sorry, force of habit. WHAAAAAAA I BREAK YOUR ANOREXICWANNABE MODELING ASS!" She reminded me of the grandma from Mulan, if she'd suddenly been turned caucasian.
- Then (in what I think was a different dream) me and two guys were by a river and two different armies were coming up to us, and we distracted them from killing/capturing us by introducing to them the amazments of refrigerators. In giant blue boxes. Which we tied one of our guys to.
SO. ANALYZE THAT SYMBOLISM, WHY DON'T YA?