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I had a fucking CRAZY dream last night.
And johnnie_b was there... and livetta was there, and samuraipixi was there!
VIVID stuff. Lots of color.
It took place in Harvard Square. Or a place that I kept saying in my dream was Harvard Square. All of the colors were REALLY bright. At some point I got separated from the rest of the group, made friends with a 'midget' (I know it's Little Person, but in my dream it was "Midget." Sorry), followed him through some halls into a prop room at the back of a theater, where he had to go b/c he was carrying props to someone. I started rummaging through the props and found a really cute white veil/crown thing ( like this: http://www.weddingaccents.com/accessories/images/det/d_3131.jpg), which I then took and wore down the street, laughing to myself that everyone who saw me walk by must think I'm getting married.
I guess playing dress up was a theme that day b/c when I saw johnnie_b, livetta, and samuraipixi again, you guys were also wearing all kinds of colorul and pretty stuff. Hats, fake flowers, boas (hot pink boa for you john!). Then we all got separated again.
Then I got married. Not even shitting you.
Some faceless guy who I didn't even put a name to in my subconscious, but whoever he was I seemed pretty psyched to be marrying him. We'd eloped secretly and we were planning exactly when and how we should tell everybody, when my dream shifted and I skipped off to climb a tree and totally didn't seem concerned that my husband had faded away somewhere.
From the tree I saw a huge elk wander by whose antlers were so long that they ran along his entire body. Then he ran off and while I was trying to point out the elk to a young woman who was sitting on the lawn beneath me and writing in a notebook (she was not impressed by much), even more weird animals kept showing up. She didn't care about any of them. I found her to be quite condescending.
Oddly enough, I think Russel Brand was there. Or rather, someone who looked like Russel Brand but was dressed like this (http://www.phillysoc.org/montagu.jpg), except the whole outfit was bright purple, and the wig? Red. Oh, and he was black. So picture dark-skinned red-headed Russel Brand dressed like a member of the Whig party in bright purple.
He was the villain of the dream. He was trying to kill everyone, Cloverfield-style. Just fucking rampaging, turning into a dragon and all KINDS of shit. At one point we were all running through a tunnel, only I couldn't run fast enough. It was a dream, after all, and usually the rule with dreams is that when you're being chased, you move like you're knee-deep in mud, even if you're on pavement. Luckily, Samuraipixi and Johnnie_b were pals, grabbed me under the elbows and DRAGGED me. Then we were bookin'! You guys are STRONG!
Eventually I was on my own again, and for some reason, even though it had been grassy and sunny and NICE in Harvard Square, now that I was running out of the city it was winter and I was struggling to run through like two feet of snow. The evil guy, who was a dragon by now, was gaining on me. I kept running as he took out huge pieces of machinary around me, blowing shit up and knocking over giant highway signs, and basically circling me and scaring the crap out of me on purpose.
And I started thinking, "If I start crying and claim that I don't want to die before I get to see my husband one last time, will he take pity on me? I bet it would work. The trick is, I have to get that sentence out before he just kills me. I don't want to only get halfway through and have him get bored and kill me instantly, or the effect won't be the same." So when he landed, and I could hear him behind me getting closer and closer (I'd buried myself in snow at this point to try to hide, even though it didn't work. So I could only see white snow in my face and was too scared to move in case it made me easier to catch), I started practicing the script in my head. Exactly what I was going to say and how I was going to say it to appeal to the monster's sentimental side.
And when he was right behind me, I woke up. It was like my brain was playing an April Fool's joke on me. :-P
And johnnie_b was there... and livetta was there, and samuraipixi was there!
VIVID stuff. Lots of color.
It took place in Harvard Square. Or a place that I kept saying in my dream was Harvard Square. All of the colors were REALLY bright. At some point I got separated from the rest of the group, made friends with a 'midget' (I know it's Little Person, but in my dream it was "Midget." Sorry), followed him through some halls into a prop room at the back of a theater, where he had to go b/c he was carrying props to someone. I started rummaging through the props and found a really cute white veil/crown thing ( like this: http://www.weddingaccents.com/accessories/images/det/d_3131.jpg), which I then took and wore down the street, laughing to myself that everyone who saw me walk by must think I'm getting married.
I guess playing dress up was a theme that day b/c when I saw johnnie_b, livetta, and samuraipixi again, you guys were also wearing all kinds of colorul and pretty stuff. Hats, fake flowers, boas (hot pink boa for you john!). Then we all got separated again.
Then I got married. Not even shitting you.
Some faceless guy who I didn't even put a name to in my subconscious, but whoever he was I seemed pretty psyched to be marrying him. We'd eloped secretly and we were planning exactly when and how we should tell everybody, when my dream shifted and I skipped off to climb a tree and totally didn't seem concerned that my husband had faded away somewhere.
From the tree I saw a huge elk wander by whose antlers were so long that they ran along his entire body. Then he ran off and while I was trying to point out the elk to a young woman who was sitting on the lawn beneath me and writing in a notebook (she was not impressed by much), even more weird animals kept showing up. She didn't care about any of them. I found her to be quite condescending.
Oddly enough, I think Russel Brand was there. Or rather, someone who looked like Russel Brand but was dressed like this (http://www.phillysoc.org/montagu.jpg), except the whole outfit was bright purple, and the wig? Red. Oh, and he was black. So picture dark-skinned red-headed Russel Brand dressed like a member of the Whig party in bright purple.
He was the villain of the dream. He was trying to kill everyone, Cloverfield-style. Just fucking rampaging, turning into a dragon and all KINDS of shit. At one point we were all running through a tunnel, only I couldn't run fast enough. It was a dream, after all, and usually the rule with dreams is that when you're being chased, you move like you're knee-deep in mud, even if you're on pavement. Luckily, Samuraipixi and Johnnie_b were pals, grabbed me under the elbows and DRAGGED me. Then we were bookin'! You guys are STRONG!
Eventually I was on my own again, and for some reason, even though it had been grassy and sunny and NICE in Harvard Square, now that I was running out of the city it was winter and I was struggling to run through like two feet of snow. The evil guy, who was a dragon by now, was gaining on me. I kept running as he took out huge pieces of machinary around me, blowing shit up and knocking over giant highway signs, and basically circling me and scaring the crap out of me on purpose.
And I started thinking, "If I start crying and claim that I don't want to die before I get to see my husband one last time, will he take pity on me? I bet it would work. The trick is, I have to get that sentence out before he just kills me. I don't want to only get halfway through and have him get bored and kill me instantly, or the effect won't be the same." So when he landed, and I could hear him behind me getting closer and closer (I'd buried myself in snow at this point to try to hide, even though it didn't work. So I could only see white snow in my face and was too scared to move in case it made me easier to catch), I started practicing the script in my head. Exactly what I was going to say and how I was going to say it to appeal to the monster's sentimental side.
And when he was right behind me, I woke up. It was like my brain was playing an April Fool's joke on me. :-P