Dreams
I don't dream often, and when I do they are usually nightmares. Or just ... weird. 'Makes no sense' weird. (Like that time I dreamed that my parents had decided to paint the hall magenta, and didn't tell me until I came home from university and saw it and they had such hopeful looks on their faces, like they wanted me to say, "Well, this is lovely!" It was not lovely.)
Last night, I actually had a nice dream, and that is worthy of documentation.
I was me. (Half the time, I'm not me in dreams.) Or at least, I felt like I was me - we'll come back to this later, because it's relevant. I was in a bar, but it was a nice bar, a bar with music that was actually good and to my taste, and played quietly as background noise. It wasn't busy at all. So basically, it was perfect for me. ;)
I think Cat and James were there, at the start, and that's why I was in the bar - to meet them. A bunch of "James's friends" were there, too, and Cat and James vaguely introduced me to them. Cat said something like, "Now, look. Look at them. Those are the expressions of people who like you." ... And then she and James promptly disappeared out of the dream.
So apparently my subconscious can now do convenient plot devices all by itself. >.<;;
There were about six friends, I think, and they were all male, and had come straight from work, apparently. They were all wearing really, really nice three-piece suits. (Mainly grey suits, which is ... not usually my thing, but I blame the opening sequence of Skyfall.) They were all young-ish and attractive. Not movie-star attractive, but definitely good looking. Aaaaaand I'd been abandoned with them.
And unfortunately, I was me in this dream, so my prospects were not good.
Anyway, I tried to make conversation. I don't really remember much, to be honest, other than that I managed to hold a conversation somehow, while mostly looking at my feet and trying not to stare at the handsome men in suits who apparently wanted to talk to me. (This is not a thing that happens in my life. Really not.) I do remember a couple of specifics, though.
There was this one guy who was blond and I only remember one thing he said to me: "You know, you underestimate us."
Wow, subconscious. I know dreams are ways of working stuff in your life out, but jeez. Ram the meaning down my throat why don't you, haha! (I guess by 'us' he meant 'guys generally', I don't know.)
While I was floundering for an answer to that, another one of the guys crowded into my personal space and I froze a bit, because seriously, very attractive guy, wearing very attractive clothing, really close to my face - this does not happen to me --
And then a new guy turned up. He was short. I mean, really. I was head and shoulders taller than him (which is saying something, because I'm 5'3"!). They introduced me, he looked me up and down and said, "Gay?" I said, "Yes!" (Meaning, "Yes, you are!" which was a pretty dumbass thing to say, so I continued:) "I mean, no, I'm not. But you are?" And then he admitted he was, which was somehow obvious even though it wasn't obvious at all, I guess because all this was inside my head. Then I went to stand with him because hooray, familiarity. XD
... It is sad how borderline freaked out I was on the inside of a dream that should have been awesome. (And it was awesome, I was just my usual freaked out self in it.)
It was around this point that I started to notice that something was off. The gay guy's height was the first thing. Then I noticed that I was pretty much at eye-level with ... well, all of the guys. All of them. I wasn't wearing heels, I don't think, and if I was they must've been huge because these guys weren't short. They just ... weren't towering over me like giants. XD So that was nice. Weird, but nice.
So just as I was staring to enjoy myself, staring at the pretty men in suits, mmmm ... my alarm went off.
I have never been less happy to have to get up and go to work. Except maybe that time when I was deathly ill.
So I spent most of today texting ice_elf about it and trying not to grin like an idiot when she texted back things like, "Now I want to write about Tony [Stark] and Jack [Harkness] undressing Ianto [Jones]." (My brain has been fuuuullllll of IronWood Crossover and boys in suits all afternoon. Not really conducive to working.)
So yeah. Fun dream! Possibly TMI, I don't know.
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Last night, I actually had a nice dream, and that is worthy of documentation.
I was me. (Half the time, I'm not me in dreams.) Or at least, I felt like I was me - we'll come back to this later, because it's relevant. I was in a bar, but it was a nice bar, a bar with music that was actually good and to my taste, and played quietly as background noise. It wasn't busy at all. So basically, it was perfect for me. ;)
I think Cat and James were there, at the start, and that's why I was in the bar - to meet them. A bunch of "James's friends" were there, too, and Cat and James vaguely introduced me to them. Cat said something like, "Now, look. Look at them. Those are the expressions of people who like you." ... And then she and James promptly disappeared out of the dream.
So apparently my subconscious can now do convenient plot devices all by itself. >.<;;
There were about six friends, I think, and they were all male, and had come straight from work, apparently. They were all wearing really, really nice three-piece suits. (Mainly grey suits, which is ... not usually my thing, but I blame the opening sequence of Skyfall.) They were all young-ish and attractive. Not movie-star attractive, but definitely good looking. Aaaaaand I'd been abandoned with them.
And unfortunately, I was me in this dream, so my prospects were not good.
Anyway, I tried to make conversation. I don't really remember much, to be honest, other than that I managed to hold a conversation somehow, while mostly looking at my feet and trying not to stare at the handsome men in suits who apparently wanted to talk to me. (This is not a thing that happens in my life. Really not.) I do remember a couple of specifics, though.
There was this one guy who was blond and I only remember one thing he said to me: "You know, you underestimate us."
Wow, subconscious. I know dreams are ways of working stuff in your life out, but jeez. Ram the meaning down my throat why don't you, haha! (I guess by 'us' he meant 'guys generally', I don't know.)
While I was floundering for an answer to that, another one of the guys crowded into my personal space and I froze a bit, because seriously, very attractive guy, wearing very attractive clothing, really close to my face - this does not happen to me --
And then a new guy turned up. He was short. I mean, really. I was head and shoulders taller than him (which is saying something, because I'm 5'3"!). They introduced me, he looked me up and down and said, "Gay?" I said, "Yes!" (Meaning, "Yes, you are!" which was a pretty dumbass thing to say, so I continued:) "I mean, no, I'm not. But you are?" And then he admitted he was, which was somehow obvious even though it wasn't obvious at all, I guess because all this was inside my head. Then I went to stand with him because hooray, familiarity. XD
... It is sad how borderline freaked out I was on the inside of a dream that should have been awesome. (And it was awesome, I was just my usual freaked out self in it.)
It was around this point that I started to notice that something was off. The gay guy's height was the first thing. Then I noticed that I was pretty much at eye-level with ... well, all of the guys. All of them. I wasn't wearing heels, I don't think, and if I was they must've been huge because these guys weren't short. They just ... weren't towering over me like giants. XD So that was nice. Weird, but nice.
So just as I was staring to enjoy myself, staring at the pretty men in suits, mmmm ... my alarm went off.
I have never been less happy to have to get up and go to work. Except maybe that time when I was deathly ill.
So I spent most of today texting ice_elf about it and trying not to grin like an idiot when she texted back things like, "Now I want to write about Tony [Stark] and Jack [Harkness] undressing Ianto [Jones]." (My brain has been fuuuullllll of IronWood Crossover and boys in suits all afternoon. Not really conducive to working.)
So yeah. Fun dream! Possibly TMI, I don't know.
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