Meep?
I seem to be starting another round of cracktastic dreams. This last one involved Samuel L. Jackson, the crew of the Firefly, Cameron Mitchell, and this giant squid-thing that invaded a mall(Don't ask. It all seemed terribly logical in the dream.). The good guys went off to fight the critter and I was busy getting people to stay together and get evacuated and out of the line of fire and stuff and saw only occasional glimpses of the battle which was obviously pretty badass, given all the principles involved.
And, despite being klutzy and non-kinetic and stuff, my dream-self felt kind of bad that I was no help during the battle even though, yes, logically, I realize I was doing something very helpful by taking charge of the evacuation and remaining calm and getting civilians out of the way.
I woke up while in the midst of being startlingly assertive and jumping in front of a panicky bunch of evacuees whilst essentially roaring at them that, no, it was massively dangerous back in that mall and there was no way in hell they were getting back in without going through me first, so they'd better damn well get back where it was safe RIGHT NOW.
I'm sure this is all supposed to mean something deeply significant and telling about my subconcious, but I couldn't possibly tell you what that meaning IS.
Except that I possibly need to cut down on the action movies. And that I'm apparently level-headed and sensible and utterly boring even in my dreams.
Damn.
And, despite being klutzy and non-kinetic and stuff, my dream-self felt kind of bad that I was no help during the battle even though, yes, logically, I realize I was doing something very helpful by taking charge of the evacuation and remaining calm and getting civilians out of the way.
I woke up while in the midst of being startlingly assertive and jumping in front of a panicky bunch of evacuees whilst essentially roaring at them that, no, it was massively dangerous back in that mall and there was no way in hell they were getting back in without going through me first, so they'd better damn well get back where it was safe RIGHT NOW.
I'm sure this is all supposed to mean something deeply significant and telling about my subconcious, but I couldn't possibly tell you what that meaning IS.
Except that I possibly need to cut down on the action movies. And that I'm apparently level-headed and sensible and utterly boring even in my dreams.
Damn.