Glorious Lovers, maybe?
It really is extraordinary how a disabled body can go from fairly fine to completely crippled within a few hours. Yay, life. Now I have to actively measure out whether or not I will be able to leave the house and walk two minutes to the mail boxes and two minutes back, and how much it will cost me, and how much the pain will ratchet up to. ("Not to fifty!") ("These go to eleven!")
In someone else's life, this sort of thing doesn't happen, right? In someone else's life, this would be abnormal, right?
I mean, I like being abnormal. But not like this.
Anyway. The dreams last night. Oh gods. The last one. I honestly thought it was a real movie and I told myself that when I woke up I would have to Google it and find the alternate ending:
Two guys, married legally, have a baby. The brown-haired guy's sperm is put into the sister of the red-haired guy, so the sister is the surrogate and mother and the red-haired guy has his DNA in the child while his partner is the father. Etc. The baby is born. They name her Glory. A year later, the mother/sister is killed in a car crash. The fathers decide to move elsewhere with Glory, and they wind up on a boat, like a small cruise ship or something. Something happens, the three of them wind up stranded in a lifeboat. It starts to look like those awful movies with two people flailing in shark-infested waters, except there's a baby involved. Somehow, they get rescued. By a crab boat, I think. Yeah. Crab or shrimp or something. Then, they accidentally wind up in a Northwestern town where one of them resembles an escaped terrorist. They both get arrested. While they are getting themselves sorted out, someone takes Glory away from them until her parentage can be proved. Glory mistakenly gets adopted out to an infertile straight couple a couple of towns over. The fathers don't realize this until it is too late. By this time, the biological father is proven, but now there is a custody fight, since the new parents don't exactly want to give up the baby. They wind up letting the fathers move in to their very large farmhouse and Glory is raised in a huge extended family, and then a tornado rips through the town and everyone has to take cover, and the adoptive father is killed. At this point, it is sixteen years later. There is a scene in which Glory and her two fathers and her adoptive mother are all huddled in a corner, and the woman reveals that the reason they never could have kids is because she had s hysterectomy as a teenager because she was so unsure of her gender, sex, and orientation. She hid it from her husband, and later realized she was pansexual. So they wind up becoming poly and she brings in a transman boyfriend. Then Glory reveals that she's bisexual and wants to go to college in Washington DC to be close to Congress as they consider various LGBT bills. And then the dream ended. I was ridiculously disappointed.
Now my cats are all being adorable really hard as though it is their job to cheer me up today. I like it. The carisoprodol just kicked in. I'm watching Futurama. I'm reading webcomics. I may have the power to get the mail after all. Hey hey.
In someone else's life, this sort of thing doesn't happen, right? In someone else's life, this would be abnormal, right?
I mean, I like being abnormal. But not like this.
Anyway. The dreams last night. Oh gods. The last one. I honestly thought it was a real movie and I told myself that when I woke up I would have to Google it and find the alternate ending:
Two guys, married legally, have a baby. The brown-haired guy's sperm is put into the sister of the red-haired guy, so the sister is the surrogate and mother and the red-haired guy has his DNA in the child while his partner is the father. Etc. The baby is born. They name her Glory. A year later, the mother/sister is killed in a car crash. The fathers decide to move elsewhere with Glory, and they wind up on a boat, like a small cruise ship or something. Something happens, the three of them wind up stranded in a lifeboat. It starts to look like those awful movies with two people flailing in shark-infested waters, except there's a baby involved. Somehow, they get rescued. By a crab boat, I think. Yeah. Crab or shrimp or something. Then, they accidentally wind up in a Northwestern town where one of them resembles an escaped terrorist. They both get arrested. While they are getting themselves sorted out, someone takes Glory away from them until her parentage can be proved. Glory mistakenly gets adopted out to an infertile straight couple a couple of towns over. The fathers don't realize this until it is too late. By this time, the biological father is proven, but now there is a custody fight, since the new parents don't exactly want to give up the baby. They wind up letting the fathers move in to their very large farmhouse and Glory is raised in a huge extended family, and then a tornado rips through the town and everyone has to take cover, and the adoptive father is killed. At this point, it is sixteen years later. There is a scene in which Glory and her two fathers and her adoptive mother are all huddled in a corner, and the woman reveals that the reason they never could have kids is because she had s hysterectomy as a teenager because she was so unsure of her gender, sex, and orientation. She hid it from her husband, and later realized she was pansexual. So they wind up becoming poly and she brings in a transman boyfriend. Then Glory reveals that she's bisexual and wants to go to college in Washington DC to be close to Congress as they consider various LGBT bills. And then the dream ended. I was ridiculously disappointed.
Now my cats are all being adorable really hard as though it is their job to cheer me up today. I like it. The carisoprodol just kicked in. I'm watching Futurama. I'm reading webcomics. I may have the power to get the mail after all. Hey hey.