Dead = Tired
Cue the waking music jeeves! Stayed up just a little too long yesterday, doing things I do not particularly enjoy. Rode a bus in to the shopping bit of town, and went in to a....mall. Hurk : p~
Yeah, that was my own doing, but whatever the cause, I am toast. And now, before I call the carp to figure out what we are doing today, I must write about a dream. Mostly because she is taking a slight break from writing about hers. Though I will warn that this will not be nearly as interesting as most of hers turn out to be.
The first part of my little dreaming session seemed to take place...holy crap, it's gone. Led Zeppelin killed my dream >_> Well, the last half of it is still there. In the second part of the dream, I distinctly recall being in a very massive shopping area. Massive, on the scale of being an entire city dedicated to store fronts. I got the impression that I was there with a good chunk of my family, as I recall seeing Melanie, my father, Corynn, and I think Jennifer. All at different junctures, of course, as this place was huge enough to wander around for days without seeing your party members. I think we may have actually been there for a family reunion, because I kept running in to older women who would pinch my cheeks, and seem to know me from when I was young. But as with most people who would do this to me, I have no recollection of who they were. ((I require other family members to tell me my relation to them in most cases.))
Wandering from one store front to another was like walking throughout your neighborhood, checking out all the garage sales in the area. Everything was for sale, and everything was extravagant. There were a number of pools, as well as posh furniture, and a spattering of strategic chandeliers. And I cannot recall the exact number of escalators I needed to take to reach the balcony section of the shopping district. Though, when I did finally make it, I basked in the glory of their food court. Yes, these are always the highlights of my shopping experiences. I love food, and I especially enjoy good food. Which really should exclude food courts, but they have definitely improved over the 20 years I have been able to remember them.
Take me back to the time I was a child, and a food court was the simple pleasure of the A&W, Frankfooters, or Orange Julias where my mother could get me a hot dog with cheddar melted on to it, and may be a small sugary drink. Present day? I can order Phad Thai with tofu, or go next door and grab some bubble tea. This place eclipsed all those memories though. Every food stall was a full fledged resteraunt, between Greek/Mediterranian, Russian pastries, to burger joints actual taquerias. Yes, they had a real sushi bar too. If I had actually had a chance to eat anything, I would have been in heaven for a short while. But as dreams usually go, they had to spoil my fun by throwing in a wingnut. William Shatner...
In most cases I would be pleased as punch to run in to on of my favorite actors, except this was young Shatner, and I am fairly certain he actually believed he was Captain James T. Kirk. But that is not all of it, the rest of the away party was there too, Bones, Spock, and for some reason, Uhura. It seemed they were in desparat need of my help. In order to get back to their reality, they needed to find a portalway, that conveniently led through a level of hell, so they could step between realities. Of course, this is about the time that the demons started showing up, the food court was becoming rather more surreal, taking on a reddish hue, and becoming much warmer. And why would they need my help? Well, apparently I had super powers...and roller scates. Not roller blades, these are the good old fashioned four wheel on each corner counterparts. It seemed, as long as I was skating at a good speed, I could keep ahead of the demons, and some how the away party could follow with me on their own skates, unharmed.
It was all going pretty well, until Riker showed up, and betrayed us all. I guess he was feeling left out or some such thing, because he gummed up my skates, and watched as the demons carted of the original crew. Things started getting pretty jumbled at this point, and rather distant, as I gained the distinct impression I was not a part of the scene any more. This was confirmed when I noticed the subtitles for the hearing impared. I was watching a hellish cavern, and I could see a shadow behind a rock. A clicking voice came, and the captions read "Klackon: Let me have him, this one is mine!" As it came around the corner, it was a grotesque insectoid figure, that may have been Uhura, but changed to walk on digitgrade legs. The reply came, "No, whichever of us kills him first gets him!" This came from a similarly deformed leopard creature, but I cannot say I was frightened, since I seemed to be watching it on a television, and the costumes were patently bad.
I did not know what they were going on about, since no one was there, but then Captain Picard interrupted me from behind. Through some really bad acting, he conveyed to me his despair, that the others had left him behind, and he could not stand this dull reality any more. He wanted to live in the real Star Trek universe, and the others were already there. He asked me if I knew the way. So I pointed to the elevator next to me, he thanked me, and was on his way. I resumed my interest in the monitor, and saw the two demonoids were waiting on each side of a hellish looking elivator door. I made the connection well enough, but then there was a twist! Their elevator door did not open... Instead, the scene shifted to another, more private part of hell, where Picard was laying on a bed with a romantic blood red canopy. Through it, I could make out the sillouhet of a female figure straddling him. She raised herself up, then hefted a large blade, and brought it down on the poor Captain. When she left he body in the bed, she revealed herself to be humanoid, or at least, more so then the other two demons. Though, she looked scarred, and had only one arm.
That was the point when I left the television, thinking to myself, "Huh, it was Persephony all along." Which made no sense to me, but I did not care. I had to meet up with the others soon. I had my skates again, and I was off down the promenaude of the shopping center. It was really more like a park now, or a campus of a small college. I ran in to Melanie, Corynn, and Jennifer, so I skated along with them to wherever we were heading. I was stopped by another old lady, pinched on the cheek...and I woke up.
Tired as all hell, mind you, but awake. Now I should call my sister, figure out what we are up to. If it involves malls, or Star Trek, or even roller skates...I will know fear >_>
Yeah, that was my own doing, but whatever the cause, I am toast. And now, before I call the carp to figure out what we are doing today, I must write about a dream. Mostly because she is taking a slight break from writing about hers. Though I will warn that this will not be nearly as interesting as most of hers turn out to be.
The first part of my little dreaming session seemed to take place...holy crap, it's gone. Led Zeppelin killed my dream >_> Well, the last half of it is still there. In the second part of the dream, I distinctly recall being in a very massive shopping area. Massive, on the scale of being an entire city dedicated to store fronts. I got the impression that I was there with a good chunk of my family, as I recall seeing Melanie, my father, Corynn, and I think Jennifer. All at different junctures, of course, as this place was huge enough to wander around for days without seeing your party members. I think we may have actually been there for a family reunion, because I kept running in to older women who would pinch my cheeks, and seem to know me from when I was young. But as with most people who would do this to me, I have no recollection of who they were. ((I require other family members to tell me my relation to them in most cases.))
Wandering from one store front to another was like walking throughout your neighborhood, checking out all the garage sales in the area. Everything was for sale, and everything was extravagant. There were a number of pools, as well as posh furniture, and a spattering of strategic chandeliers. And I cannot recall the exact number of escalators I needed to take to reach the balcony section of the shopping district. Though, when I did finally make it, I basked in the glory of their food court. Yes, these are always the highlights of my shopping experiences. I love food, and I especially enjoy good food. Which really should exclude food courts, but they have definitely improved over the 20 years I have been able to remember them.
Take me back to the time I was a child, and a food court was the simple pleasure of the A&W, Frankfooters, or Orange Julias where my mother could get me a hot dog with cheddar melted on to it, and may be a small sugary drink. Present day? I can order Phad Thai with tofu, or go next door and grab some bubble tea. This place eclipsed all those memories though. Every food stall was a full fledged resteraunt, between Greek/Mediterranian, Russian pastries, to burger joints actual taquerias. Yes, they had a real sushi bar too. If I had actually had a chance to eat anything, I would have been in heaven for a short while. But as dreams usually go, they had to spoil my fun by throwing in a wingnut. William Shatner...
In most cases I would be pleased as punch to run in to on of my favorite actors, except this was young Shatner, and I am fairly certain he actually believed he was Captain James T. Kirk. But that is not all of it, the rest of the away party was there too, Bones, Spock, and for some reason, Uhura. It seemed they were in desparat need of my help. In order to get back to their reality, they needed to find a portalway, that conveniently led through a level of hell, so they could step between realities. Of course, this is about the time that the demons started showing up, the food court was becoming rather more surreal, taking on a reddish hue, and becoming much warmer. And why would they need my help? Well, apparently I had super powers...and roller scates. Not roller blades, these are the good old fashioned four wheel on each corner counterparts. It seemed, as long as I was skating at a good speed, I could keep ahead of the demons, and some how the away party could follow with me on their own skates, unharmed.
It was all going pretty well, until Riker showed up, and betrayed us all. I guess he was feeling left out or some such thing, because he gummed up my skates, and watched as the demons carted of the original crew. Things started getting pretty jumbled at this point, and rather distant, as I gained the distinct impression I was not a part of the scene any more. This was confirmed when I noticed the subtitles for the hearing impared. I was watching a hellish cavern, and I could see a shadow behind a rock. A clicking voice came, and the captions read "Klackon: Let me have him, this one is mine!" As it came around the corner, it was a grotesque insectoid figure, that may have been Uhura, but changed to walk on digitgrade legs. The reply came, "No, whichever of us kills him first gets him!" This came from a similarly deformed leopard creature, but I cannot say I was frightened, since I seemed to be watching it on a television, and the costumes were patently bad.
I did not know what they were going on about, since no one was there, but then Captain Picard interrupted me from behind. Through some really bad acting, he conveyed to me his despair, that the others had left him behind, and he could not stand this dull reality any more. He wanted to live in the real Star Trek universe, and the others were already there. He asked me if I knew the way. So I pointed to the elevator next to me, he thanked me, and was on his way. I resumed my interest in the monitor, and saw the two demonoids were waiting on each side of a hellish looking elivator door. I made the connection well enough, but then there was a twist! Their elevator door did not open... Instead, the scene shifted to another, more private part of hell, where Picard was laying on a bed with a romantic blood red canopy. Through it, I could make out the sillouhet of a female figure straddling him. She raised herself up, then hefted a large blade, and brought it down on the poor Captain. When she left he body in the bed, she revealed herself to be humanoid, or at least, more so then the other two demons. Though, she looked scarred, and had only one arm.
That was the point when I left the television, thinking to myself, "Huh, it was Persephony all along." Which made no sense to me, but I did not care. I had to meet up with the others soon. I had my skates again, and I was off down the promenaude of the shopping center. It was really more like a park now, or a campus of a small college. I ran in to Melanie, Corynn, and Jennifer, so I skated along with them to wherever we were heading. I was stopped by another old lady, pinched on the cheek...and I woke up.
Tired as all hell, mind you, but awake. Now I should call my sister, figure out what we are up to. If it involves malls, or Star Trek, or even roller skates...I will know fear >_>