Stealing The Bird Ladies.

[rionaleonhart]

There was originally a paragraph here whining about my Tuesday schedule (long story short: my combined waking time before leaving for university in the morning and after returning in the evening? Even though I wake up at seven? Three and a half hours. My Tuesday semesters are completely awesome, but still), but I deleted it because it was boring.

Comments

[captlebubbles]

I love your dreams. I want to camp out in your head for a few days just so I can see them play out. I'm sure there's bits that you're forgetting.

[wolfy_writing]

I want to trade. My dreams suck. Even cracky stuff like the giant rampaging chicken scares the crap out of me, and I wind up freaking out years later when it turns up on a commercial for the state fair.

(GO AWAY, GIANT RAMPAGING CHICKEN! YOU ARE NOT MAKING ME WANT TO ATTEND THE STATE FAIR!)

[captlebubbles]

At least yours are amusing. I just keep getting hit on by the Top Gear boys. (possibly not a real problem, but its usually to apologize for nearly killing me.)

[wolfy_writing]

Mine involve way too many seemingly amusing concepts that translate to sheer terror! There was the army of dancing corn, the vampire dinosaurs (who turned you into another dinosaur by biting you and sucking your blood), that one with the Winchesters where I was the long-lost sister, but I could fly, which had Dean convinced he had to kill me (and there were also pointless space aliens, and the children's book of pure evil), all of those awful ones where I get unstuck in time (I hate it when time stops being linear and goes all yo-yo), way too many zombie apocalypses, and the mermaid one. Don't ask about the mermaid one.

Oddly, the one with the space-traveling elves taking me away because I had just enough elf in me to survive their spaceship wasn't traumatic, even though I was going to go away forever. It had this weird car which you could only walk up to if you approached at exactly the right angle, otherwise you'd just end up walking around it. That's how they knew I was elf enough.

[captlebubbles]

Well there was that dream with the rabbits. And the people from bubbles!fic keep turning up at DQ. And then there's the one from a few nights ago, which I can't quite remember, but I wish I could because it was quite amusing.

One thing that's consistant in my dreams is that I can fly, only not flying as such, sort of gliding the way Mario and Luigi do in Super Mario World 3 (shut up, its a good game) except I can only ever pull it off if there's danger afoot, which is a shame because I think it would be quite fun. (and I don't need a cape.)

I did have a dream the other day where I was in this big communal home, and this godzilla think decided to stomp right through the middle, and then after he'd wondered off, I was stuck clinging to the roof and I could see him wandering up the road, and then he turned around and ran back to walk through it the other way too (so that there was now an 'x' right through the building. Oddly enough, the rest of the house stayed standing.

[wolfy_writing]

The flying things sound awesome. The only dream I had where I could fly, Dean Winchester decided he had to kill me for it (because I'd read the children's book of pure evil, which meant I must have caught something off it). Also, I wasn't very good at it. I basically got stuck in mid-air. Fortunately, I was high enough off the ground that the bad guys I was trying to outrun couldn't reach me, and I could swim slowly over to the Impala.

I've had two dreams with people I know from lj so far (none you know). One appeared in a dream to pull the tar out of my brain to make the writer's block go away (writers' block feels like brain tar to me). She pulled her tooth out chewing the tar, but time rewound, and I was able to get her not to. And one person was a slightly nervous steampunk robot. Her knees clanked. No Bubbles as of yet.

[captlebubbles]

Clearly I'll just have to try harder to invade your dreams. I am slightly curious as to what dream-me might get up to in other people's subconscious, and if she's as competent there as she is with me. (seriously, Dream-me is far more competent than I'll ever hope to be. She's also more perceptive.)

[wolfy_writing]

Dream-Me is just like me, except when I'm a completely different person. Then I'm usually a guy.

I'd be interested to see dream-Bubbles. You might be a cartoon character.

[captlebubbles]

Probably. (just watched the video: lol at Oz's face when James said he loved that woman! I think I may have just dicovered the plot for that James/Oz fic I promised Silvey.)

[rionaleonhart]

My dream-self also perceives and deduces things my waking self would have missed entirely. Or at least she did when she was Gwen Cooper.

[captlebubbles]

I am intrigued. And slightly disturbed.

Also, I am trying to get Wolfy to write fic about the TG3 being prostitutes and Richard is a pimp as well who can't sell himself Jeremy has been paid for. But it's not working because I don't have your powers of fic coersion (her words, not mine). Can you get her to write it for me? *makes Neville give you puppy look*

[wolfy_writing]

I'll have you know, I spell coercion correctly!

[captlebubbles]

Pah, so I typoed. Give me a break, its nearly 2:oo in the morning here. (Not that I have any intention of going to bed soon, but I just felt like making excuses.)

[wolfy_writing]

I'll give you a break when you're not being all apprentice evil, and using the power of Riona to coerce me into writing fic.

[captlebubbles]

Well you won't listen to me, even though I am writing Spankman and Planter for you and not at all because it just needed to be written. *initiate guilt mode* I spend time writing it that could be spent getting into ever cracklist category, you know. I'm onto your plot, you know. *iz paranoid*

[wolfy_writing]

Augh! Guilt mode!

And you're obviously plotting to distract me with fic in categories I've already written! Otherwise, why would you want me to have them all impregnated by the Stig?