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Been a while since my last Elijah dream!
Started off at my work, where we were all hanging out outside in the dirt-field where we hold the flea market. Only there were a few small hills, and it seemed bigger. You know those. Anyway, me and bosses' son Jon were horsing around, play-fighting, having fun, while lots of people were gathering around. Off in the distance near the back of the store was a few camera crews, consisting of only a few people. We realized that something was wrong, like there was a gas leak or something, because there was this general hum in the crowd going over emergencies or... sumfin. Anyway, I look over at one of the reporters, still in the distance, but he's wearing this black and white checkered shirt, holding a mic and pointing at things around the place. I realize that wait--that's Elijah. WTF is he doing here, reporting for the local news about my deli in stupid, dinky Westfield, MA.?
I eventually mosey on down the hills, wanting to be sure. He stops reporting and mills about the crowd, looking wary but not being recognized immediately. *I* do, of fugging course, and all I can think is, "Holy sh!t, I'd better get proof, or everyone on LJ is gonna say, 'Pics, or it didn't happen'." But as I'm standing there, watching him move closer and closer, I didn't have the heart. He was almost anonymous, not getting attention, and something in his demeanor told me that if I were to thrust my Crackberry-cam in his face, he'd be highly uncomfortable.
Can't remember exactly how I'd approached him and made it known that I knew who he was, but I kept my "OMGZ I IZ A FANGIRL OF YOU SO HARDZ!" away to just hang out with him. Free and easy, nothing huge or special. Just me and Lij, hanging out and talking. Others started taking note, and I mentioned to a few that yea, that's Elijah Goddamned Wood. Cut to me and him sitting in beach lounge chairs in the deli, where it WASN'T the deli (you know those, again), and a bunch of my co-workers friends are standing right by me, talking in hushed-but-loud-enough-for-Lij-to-hear tones, all about how, "oh wow, that's him!" and stuff. He's looking really unsure, but he stays. My sister shows up outta nowhere, and I can tell that she knows who he is and wants a better look, as she sits down on my lap and says something to me, then turns to him. She said something to the tune of "Well, f*&k me with a d!ck" (LOLZ WUT?) and smiles at him, but as my sister IS already, she stays aloof, calm and generically appreciative. I intro them, blah, blah, like I've been his best friend for years.
People start leaving to go outside again, and he says that he's really, really tired and wants a nap. Seeing as how we're in a room that can be closed off with a door instead of being the wide-open space my deli IS in RL, I tell him to go ahead. But he's wary, unsure about possible fans showing up to bother him. "I can stand guard?" I tell him, motioning to the door. He gets this soft look, like he really appreciates my help and offers to keep everyone away while he rests... aaaaand I wake the fuck up.
*groans* Oh well. It was a super-pleasant, lovely dream. He always seems so closed-off and wary of the public in my night-ramblings, while he seems so open in RL. Ah, but it was nice. :) As for right now, moit's been making me revisit old--unfinished--stories which I'm tempted to write in. I've got a super-serious writing bug chewing my fingers, so as Gavs is at school and I've got a nice long time to appreciate that, methinks it's time to update a few things. HS, maybe a couple others... toodles!
Started off at my work, where we were all hanging out outside in the dirt-field where we hold the flea market. Only there were a few small hills, and it seemed bigger. You know those. Anyway, me and bosses' son Jon were horsing around, play-fighting, having fun, while lots of people were gathering around. Off in the distance near the back of the store was a few camera crews, consisting of only a few people. We realized that something was wrong, like there was a gas leak or something, because there was this general hum in the crowd going over emergencies or... sumfin. Anyway, I look over at one of the reporters, still in the distance, but he's wearing this black and white checkered shirt, holding a mic and pointing at things around the place. I realize that wait--that's Elijah. WTF is he doing here, reporting for the local news about my deli in stupid, dinky Westfield, MA.?
I eventually mosey on down the hills, wanting to be sure. He stops reporting and mills about the crowd, looking wary but not being recognized immediately. *I* do, of fugging course, and all I can think is, "Holy sh!t, I'd better get proof, or everyone on LJ is gonna say, 'Pics, or it didn't happen'." But as I'm standing there, watching him move closer and closer, I didn't have the heart. He was almost anonymous, not getting attention, and something in his demeanor told me that if I were to thrust my Crackberry-cam in his face, he'd be highly uncomfortable.
Can't remember exactly how I'd approached him and made it known that I knew who he was, but I kept my "OMGZ I IZ A FANGIRL OF YOU SO HARDZ!" away to just hang out with him. Free and easy, nothing huge or special. Just me and Lij, hanging out and talking. Others started taking note, and I mentioned to a few that yea, that's Elijah Goddamned Wood. Cut to me and him sitting in beach lounge chairs in the deli, where it WASN'T the deli (you know those, again), and a bunch of my co-workers friends are standing right by me, talking in hushed-but-loud-enough-for-Lij-to-hear tones, all about how, "oh wow, that's him!" and stuff. He's looking really unsure, but he stays. My sister shows up outta nowhere, and I can tell that she knows who he is and wants a better look, as she sits down on my lap and says something to me, then turns to him. She said something to the tune of "Well, f*&k me with a d!ck" (LOLZ WUT?) and smiles at him, but as my sister IS already, she stays aloof, calm and generically appreciative. I intro them, blah, blah, like I've been his best friend for years.
People start leaving to go outside again, and he says that he's really, really tired and wants a nap. Seeing as how we're in a room that can be closed off with a door instead of being the wide-open space my deli IS in RL, I tell him to go ahead. But he's wary, unsure about possible fans showing up to bother him. "I can stand guard?" I tell him, motioning to the door. He gets this soft look, like he really appreciates my help and offers to keep everyone away while he rests... aaaaand I wake the fuck up.
*groans* Oh well. It was a super-pleasant, lovely dream. He always seems so closed-off and wary of the public in my night-ramblings, while he seems so open in RL. Ah, but it was nice. :) As for right now, moit's been making me revisit old--unfinished--stories which I'm tempted to write in. I've got a super-serious writing bug chewing my fingers, so as Gavs is at school and I've got a nice long time to appreciate that, methinks it's time to update a few things. HS, maybe a couple others... toodles!