I Translated it to Spanish and took out all the Star Wars references
I had such a weird dream last night- or I guess series of dreams. I woke up laughing.
First I was in a toy store looking for a lego set and they had a whole series of Nazi Germany Lego sets. You could assemble a town and you could even put together different building sets to make a concentration camp. The two I was looking at to possibly buy were a house and a factory (with working gas chamber inside). The house had a secret room for "Jew Hiding Action". The front of the box showed a kid putting the "Jew" lego people into a little room. The house came with "Two German Pigs (literally pig lego creatures with swastika arm bands and little caps like the German soldiers wore) and 5 Jews ( little lego people with raggedy clothes, dark hair and large noses). So apparently my subconscious is terribly stereotypically racist at times. I was trying to figure out which set the kid I was shopping for would like best and the next I remember I'm at an outdoor water park/beach type place. I'm floating down the Lazy River with a friend on a big raft and there's a really cute guy a couple rafts ahead of us on the river reading Flannery O'Connor (Perhaps A Good Man is Hard to Find) and wearing Batman swim trunks. My friend and I decide he would probably be just the sort of guy I would like and were trying to figure out how I could trick him into meeting me and of course, falling in love with me, getting married, etc...
While we're discussing strategies, some big guy on the beach sticks out a pole or something and makes the guy's raft stop. The mean guy steals the cute guy's book and starts making fun of him. A crowd starts gathering and they're tossing his book around and being jerks. I paddle over and jump off the raft, hopping mad, and grab the book back and completely tell the bully off. I don't remember what I said exactly, but it was the sort of thing you always wish you could do in real life- where my words are really sharp and I completely humiliate the bully and he ends up crying and apologizing. I gave the book back to the cute guy and said something about anyone in batman swim trunks is someone i'd like to get to know and he said something about anyone that can tear down a bully referencing literature and monty python is someone he'd like to know, so we floated on down the river chatting.
Then I was in a huge house with multiple rooms opening into other rooms. I was at the same time there with my family and it was our new house and there with some friends after a party and not quite sure how we ended up there or who's house it was.
My room was really pretty, it had a whole wall of windows looking out onto the countryside and mirrors on the other wall, so you kind of felt like you were in a huge bed in the middle of rolling fields. I went wandering around and I found a garage that had been converted into a studio for my mom's usborne books and art projects. It still had old neon signs on the wall and as I looked at them, I realized that the house either still was or used to be a hiding place for the rebels and we were in immediate danger. I went and hid in the closet. (I didn't even look for my family. My awake self is rather ashamed of my subconscious self for this). I heard footsteps coming and a group of men came in searching. They were in raggedy uniforms that were sort of like colonial BSG uniforms. They rounded up everyone, but I was able to hide. The put everyone in the garage (which was kind of like a warehouse room) and the soldiers surrounded them. The leader said that they didn't tolerate rebels and they knew that there were rebels in this house. In order to separate the rebel faction from the patriots, the leader held up a huge sausage shaped cheese. He said "A True Patriot knows the answer to one question. "What's my Cheese?" and then he took a big bite of the cheese. About 1/2 the room gasped and the soldiers promptly shot everyone who didn't react. Apparently the cheese was a poisonous sort. Or one that True Patriots Never Ate and Only used for cooking or something. The soldiers left and I saw all the bodies laying there with blood running everywhere and I just started laughing hysterically. In my dream I was laughing silently so they wouldn't find me, but I woke myself up chuckling.
The weird thing is, that as I was waking up, I was happy. I felt like I'd had such a funny, relatively nice dream for a change and it was sad that it was time to wake up. But when I look at what I actually dreamed, it is funny, but it's not a nice funny really. I hope this doesn't mean that my subconscious is turning into a psychopath that finds massacre hilarious! :)
In other news- I absolutely loved the latest episode of 30 Rock. Liz Lemon is my soul sister. I have never had the sheer guts/craziness to fake a welcome to the neighborhood party, but I have definitely hosted parties just to get a certain fellow to come. I think the new guy sounds really great for her if she can calm down. The fact that he's going to go on a date with her after she accidentally rufied him gives him major points in my book. Also- Jack Donaghy as a Telenovela Villain. I don't know how they keep coming up with such genius stuff. But that was HILARIOUS.
First I was in a toy store looking for a lego set and they had a whole series of Nazi Germany Lego sets. You could assemble a town and you could even put together different building sets to make a concentration camp. The two I was looking at to possibly buy were a house and a factory (with working gas chamber inside). The house had a secret room for "Jew Hiding Action". The front of the box showed a kid putting the "Jew" lego people into a little room. The house came with "Two German Pigs (literally pig lego creatures with swastika arm bands and little caps like the German soldiers wore) and 5 Jews ( little lego people with raggedy clothes, dark hair and large noses). So apparently my subconscious is terribly stereotypically racist at times. I was trying to figure out which set the kid I was shopping for would like best and the next I remember I'm at an outdoor water park/beach type place. I'm floating down the Lazy River with a friend on a big raft and there's a really cute guy a couple rafts ahead of us on the river reading Flannery O'Connor (Perhaps A Good Man is Hard to Find) and wearing Batman swim trunks. My friend and I decide he would probably be just the sort of guy I would like and were trying to figure out how I could trick him into meeting me and of course, falling in love with me, getting married, etc...
While we're discussing strategies, some big guy on the beach sticks out a pole or something and makes the guy's raft stop. The mean guy steals the cute guy's book and starts making fun of him. A crowd starts gathering and they're tossing his book around and being jerks. I paddle over and jump off the raft, hopping mad, and grab the book back and completely tell the bully off. I don't remember what I said exactly, but it was the sort of thing you always wish you could do in real life- where my words are really sharp and I completely humiliate the bully and he ends up crying and apologizing. I gave the book back to the cute guy and said something about anyone in batman swim trunks is someone i'd like to get to know and he said something about anyone that can tear down a bully referencing literature and monty python is someone he'd like to know, so we floated on down the river chatting.
Then I was in a huge house with multiple rooms opening into other rooms. I was at the same time there with my family and it was our new house and there with some friends after a party and not quite sure how we ended up there or who's house it was.
My room was really pretty, it had a whole wall of windows looking out onto the countryside and mirrors on the other wall, so you kind of felt like you were in a huge bed in the middle of rolling fields. I went wandering around and I found a garage that had been converted into a studio for my mom's usborne books and art projects. It still had old neon signs on the wall and as I looked at them, I realized that the house either still was or used to be a hiding place for the rebels and we were in immediate danger. I went and hid in the closet. (I didn't even look for my family. My awake self is rather ashamed of my subconscious self for this). I heard footsteps coming and a group of men came in searching. They were in raggedy uniforms that were sort of like colonial BSG uniforms. They rounded up everyone, but I was able to hide. The put everyone in the garage (which was kind of like a warehouse room) and the soldiers surrounded them. The leader said that they didn't tolerate rebels and they knew that there were rebels in this house. In order to separate the rebel faction from the patriots, the leader held up a huge sausage shaped cheese. He said "A True Patriot knows the answer to one question. "What's my Cheese?" and then he took a big bite of the cheese. About 1/2 the room gasped and the soldiers promptly shot everyone who didn't react. Apparently the cheese was a poisonous sort. Or one that True Patriots Never Ate and Only used for cooking or something. The soldiers left and I saw all the bodies laying there with blood running everywhere and I just started laughing hysterically. In my dream I was laughing silently so they wouldn't find me, but I woke myself up chuckling.
The weird thing is, that as I was waking up, I was happy. I felt like I'd had such a funny, relatively nice dream for a change and it was sad that it was time to wake up. But when I look at what I actually dreamed, it is funny, but it's not a nice funny really. I hope this doesn't mean that my subconscious is turning into a psychopath that finds massacre hilarious! :)
In other news- I absolutely loved the latest episode of 30 Rock. Liz Lemon is my soul sister. I have never had the sheer guts/craziness to fake a welcome to the neighborhood party, but I have definitely hosted parties just to get a certain fellow to come. I think the new guy sounds really great for her if she can calm down. The fact that he's going to go on a date with her after she accidentally rufied him gives him major points in my book. Also- Jack Donaghy as a Telenovela Villain. I don't know how they keep coming up with such genius stuff. But that was HILARIOUS.