A weekend dream
Here's something to ponder for the day, another REM sleep adventure. (rated PG, off-camera violence)
It began: being a tourist somewhere warm and sunny. I was going for dinner with 3 other tourists I met ... then I discover the other girls are wearing blue so I need to run out for a sec and buy something at the hotel boutique. Apparently I needed to impress someone, perhaps the guy in the group. In the shop, I spy a gold & white knit top (which either morphs into a sleek silk pale lavender corset as I'm trying it on, or the corset was just underneath it) So I decide I like the corset enough to wear it to dinner. I ask the price and am shocked that it's 600 bucks but I think I can haggle (for some reason).
An SCA person walks in the shop saying "oh that's gorgeous on you, but WOAH don't pay THAT much" We end up walking to a costume workshop in a nearby theatre's wardrobe shop. There are bits of fabric and trim everywhere and, for some reason, I'm drawn to shades of blues and greens.
But there's some kind of disturbance in the building. Noises in other rooms. I leave the room and start walking down hallways which are abandoned. Then suddenly, I see some shadows / reflections of people walking just out of sight as if I'm following them... around the auditorium. I suddenly hear military boots and marching. I duck into the auditorium and into an aisle. I make myself very small and squish my way under the folded seats knowing that people can still walk the aisles and not know I'm there.
Suddenly the marching sounds enter the auditorium and they begin to walk down the aisles. I'm not discovered but soldiers are falling around me in the aisles. I'm protected by the seats, though. I don't remember it being bloody but then again, I don't remember anyone actually FIGHTING anyone else.
I get out of there as soon as it quiets down. I think I am found by some Allies and they carry me into their car where we pile in (like I'm still surrounded by fallen bodies). I'm in the front seat but someone is lying on top of me. I look over to the driver (Mel Gibson of all people) and tell him that the unconscious guy on top of me has his hand on my crotch and would he please move it for me because I'm pinned and can't move at all!
We drive for a long way, through rain (yeah it was slippery with Mr. Unconscious there) and darkness until it's daylight again. We end up in Spain. I realize somehow that I've gone back in time and I tell Mel Gibson that the war is going to get more ugly. I can't answer whether or not we will be safe, though. He asks me all sorts of questions about the war and, unfortunately, I can't answer his questions. I make some comment suggesting he read about Nostradamus. At one point he gets very annoying and I remember shouting at him that I know more about MY time than about HIS time and that I don't have a bloody time machine ON ME, I simply fell through time somehow.
Bloody demanding Mel Gibson. but he looked good in a 1940s uniform.
It began: being a tourist somewhere warm and sunny. I was going for dinner with 3 other tourists I met ... then I discover the other girls are wearing blue so I need to run out for a sec and buy something at the hotel boutique. Apparently I needed to impress someone, perhaps the guy in the group. In the shop, I spy a gold & white knit top (which either morphs into a sleek silk pale lavender corset as I'm trying it on, or the corset was just underneath it) So I decide I like the corset enough to wear it to dinner. I ask the price and am shocked that it's 600 bucks but I think I can haggle (for some reason).
An SCA person walks in the shop saying "oh that's gorgeous on you, but WOAH don't pay THAT much" We end up walking to a costume workshop in a nearby theatre's wardrobe shop. There are bits of fabric and trim everywhere and, for some reason, I'm drawn to shades of blues and greens.
But there's some kind of disturbance in the building. Noises in other rooms. I leave the room and start walking down hallways which are abandoned. Then suddenly, I see some shadows / reflections of people walking just out of sight as if I'm following them... around the auditorium. I suddenly hear military boots and marching. I duck into the auditorium and into an aisle. I make myself very small and squish my way under the folded seats knowing that people can still walk the aisles and not know I'm there.
Suddenly the marching sounds enter the auditorium and they begin to walk down the aisles. I'm not discovered but soldiers are falling around me in the aisles. I'm protected by the seats, though. I don't remember it being bloody but then again, I don't remember anyone actually FIGHTING anyone else.
I get out of there as soon as it quiets down. I think I am found by some Allies and they carry me into their car where we pile in (like I'm still surrounded by fallen bodies). I'm in the front seat but someone is lying on top of me. I look over to the driver (Mel Gibson of all people) and tell him that the unconscious guy on top of me has his hand on my crotch and would he please move it for me because I'm pinned and can't move at all!
We drive for a long way, through rain (yeah it was slippery with Mr. Unconscious there) and darkness until it's daylight again. We end up in Spain. I realize somehow that I've gone back in time and I tell Mel Gibson that the war is going to get more ugly. I can't answer whether or not we will be safe, though. He asks me all sorts of questions about the war and, unfortunately, I can't answer his questions. I make some comment suggesting he read about Nostradamus. At one point he gets very annoying and I remember shouting at him that I know more about MY time than about HIS time and that I don't have a bloody time machine ON ME, I simply fell through time somehow.
Bloody demanding Mel Gibson. but he looked good in a 1940s uniform.