Friend quotes and Dream Theatre (my head, not the band)
Last night -
Melissa: ::asking JB about some unmentionable day that I am as of yet unaware of::
JB: Yes, I remember. It was that day I was never going to mention again.
Me: You can always plug your ears and go "la la la la".
JB: No, I'm a big boy. I can handle any conversation you can throw at me.
Me: ::looks at Mandy and smirks:: Hey, Mandy, lets talk about menstrual pains!
JB: NOOOOOO! Oh My GOD, NO!
PMS = Women's Secret Weapon! Almost Never fails!
Also? Hamsters to the face are the funniest thing ever when you are tired and slightly sleep deprived and it is after midnight.
That said,
Though I'm not 100% sure what was going on, I think it started off with me, my roommates, and possibly JB and Melissa, as well as two or three random dream friends that tend to show up in these things. Anyway, we were all sitting at a talk or a discussion or something in what looked like the basement of my church listening to this guy (or guys) talk about... Mayan pottery, maybe? At some point, I got seriously pissed off about something they were saying (my dreamy memory suggests that it might have been how the talkers seemed more concerned with how much profit you can make selling the stuff rather than the historic value or something similar) and went and sat either 1) off in the corner or 2) outside somewhere, though I'm not entirely certain - no one ever is, as far as dreams go, usually.
Anyway, eventually, one of the random dream friend who had got pissed off at something earlier in the talk also came over/out and sat with me, and we sat there radiating anger and annoyance towards... wherever everyone else was for awhile.
Jump to me, roommates, possibly JB and Melissa, and two or three random dream friends leaving the building (I think it was a museum) where the talks had taken place, the bunch of us split between two vehicles - a van and a SUV. We're working our way towards the interstate when an accident staged by Peta (or some other extreme environmentalist group) traps us and a bunch of other cars on an off ramp next to some sort of studio building with a lower level garage-basement kind of thing. So trapped, the Peta (or whatever) group then proceeds to paint ball us for our animal-flesh based digressions (yeah, I have no idea either. I think they might've screamed Animal Killers at everyone at one point, despite the fact that I don't believe any of us were wearing leather or animal product of any kind). A few of us tried taking shelter in the garage-basement type thing, but the Peta people had no qualms about paint balling the hell out of some poor random guy's studio/garage/basement area, either, because they were already in there holding down the stairs so no one could escape.
Now, shift to the same kind of situation a few minutes/hours later when, for the moment, a cease fire has been called, and now the off ramp is right next to a very deep canyon/cliff, and people have been placed at certain precarious look-out positions to keep an eye out for the next "attack". One girl has already fallen to her death, and there are whispers that a few others I hadn't seen may have fallen too. Then, of course, there's me, who while moving from one "view point" to another *almost* fell to my death, the only thing saving me being my right hand not-so-securely holding onto something on the "wall", and my left gripping what must've been Super Strong Party Streamer, since it seemed to hold most of my weight, and Dustin yelling "Careful! You still need to see 25!", though in all honesty I'm not really sure whether the yelling was more helpful or more hindering, but either way, I didn't fall, so that was good.
Then I either woke up or jumped to another dream involving Coyote and getting a ride with Blond Lady In A Corvette? from that episode of Due South with the chronic lier that offered Fraser a ride but not Ray when they were all mud covered and Chronic Lier (sp? I read it and think that harp-like musical instrument that the God of Wine plays) has stolen the Riv. I can't remember anything else that happened in that one, so I'll just stop babbling now.
Brains come up with the darndest things to dream about.
Melissa: ::asking JB about some unmentionable day that I am as of yet unaware of::
JB: Yes, I remember. It was that day I was never going to mention again.
Me: You can always plug your ears and go "la la la la".
JB: No, I'm a big boy. I can handle any conversation you can throw at me.
Me: ::looks at Mandy and smirks:: Hey, Mandy, lets talk about menstrual pains!
JB: NOOOOOO! Oh My GOD, NO!
PMS = Women's Secret Weapon! Almost Never fails!
Also? Hamsters to the face are the funniest thing ever when you are tired and slightly sleep deprived and it is after midnight.
That said,
Though I'm not 100% sure what was going on, I think it started off with me, my roommates, and possibly JB and Melissa, as well as two or three random dream friends that tend to show up in these things. Anyway, we were all sitting at a talk or a discussion or something in what looked like the basement of my church listening to this guy (or guys) talk about... Mayan pottery, maybe? At some point, I got seriously pissed off about something they were saying (my dreamy memory suggests that it might have been how the talkers seemed more concerned with how much profit you can make selling the stuff rather than the historic value or something similar) and went and sat either 1) off in the corner or 2) outside somewhere, though I'm not entirely certain - no one ever is, as far as dreams go, usually.
Anyway, eventually, one of the random dream friend who had got pissed off at something earlier in the talk also came over/out and sat with me, and we sat there radiating anger and annoyance towards... wherever everyone else was for awhile.
Jump to me, roommates, possibly JB and Melissa, and two or three random dream friends leaving the building (I think it was a museum) where the talks had taken place, the bunch of us split between two vehicles - a van and a SUV. We're working our way towards the interstate when an accident staged by Peta (or some other extreme environmentalist group) traps us and a bunch of other cars on an off ramp next to some sort of studio building with a lower level garage-basement kind of thing. So trapped, the Peta (or whatever) group then proceeds to paint ball us for our animal-flesh based digressions (yeah, I have no idea either. I think they might've screamed Animal Killers at everyone at one point, despite the fact that I don't believe any of us were wearing leather or animal product of any kind). A few of us tried taking shelter in the garage-basement type thing, but the Peta people had no qualms about paint balling the hell out of some poor random guy's studio/garage/basement area, either, because they were already in there holding down the stairs so no one could escape.
Now, shift to the same kind of situation a few minutes/hours later when, for the moment, a cease fire has been called, and now the off ramp is right next to a very deep canyon/cliff, and people have been placed at certain precarious look-out positions to keep an eye out for the next "attack". One girl has already fallen to her death, and there are whispers that a few others I hadn't seen may have fallen too. Then, of course, there's me, who while moving from one "view point" to another *almost* fell to my death, the only thing saving me being my right hand not-so-securely holding onto something on the "wall", and my left gripping what must've been Super Strong Party Streamer, since it seemed to hold most of my weight, and Dustin yelling "Careful! You still need to see 25!", though in all honesty I'm not really sure whether the yelling was more helpful or more hindering, but either way, I didn't fall, so that was good.
Then I either woke up or jumped to another dream involving Coyote and getting a ride with Blond Lady In A Corvette? from that episode of Due South with the chronic lier that offered Fraser a ride but not Ray when they were all mud covered and Chronic Lier (sp? I read it and think that harp-like musical instrument that the God of Wine plays) has stolen the Riv. I can't remember anything else that happened in that one, so I'll just stop babbling now.
Brains come up with the darndest things to dream about.