Weird Dreams
So my goal this weekend is to have 10K worth of Oz Big Bang words by Sunday night. Last night I worked on the first chapter. I wrote a whole bunch of new stuff, edited some old stuff, slotted in a pre-written scene that still works, and I'm currently at about 4.5K. Wheee!
So by the time I got to bed, I was exhausted. I managed to get about 6.5 hours sleep, which is more than I've had at one time in the past week, but they were filled with
So. Me, trillingstar, colleendetroit, Justin Long (!!!) and two of my friends from high school that I haven't seen in over twenty years (Rosa and a girl whose name I can't remember!) were backpacking in Europe. I think it was eastern Europe because... it just had that look. Colleen was pregnant but not showing, and that didn't stop her from drinking like a fish, which we all thought was completely normal and not harmful or anything. All of the girls (minus Colleen) were out drinking beer at some kind of grotty gross pub when Trill and Rosa decided that they were going to be... I don't know... some kind of bridesmaids for Colleen, even though Colleen was already married. So we all trek back to Colleen's house (why does Colleen have a house when we are backpacking in Europe? I don't know.) so they can tell her what they've decided. Apparently Colleen gets no say in this matter.
But when we get there Colleen only comes out of her bedroom briefly to tell us that she still remembers the date that she got divorced (September 1st, 2008) -- and again, Colleen is clearly married in the dream, so I DON'T KNOW -- and then she goes back to her bedroom, where she's walking back and forth and talking on the phone. So the rest of us girls sit around and drink some more, and Trill & Rosa moan about how they haven't given Colleen their news yet.
Finally I decide to go outside to have a smoke -- there is no smoking in Colleen's house, though apparently drinking while pregnant is a-okay (LOL at my crazy brain) -- and I go across the street, where Justin Long (!!!!) is staying in a sort of trailer/lean-to/tent kind of thing. There's a white-board set up outside with all these lost items stuck on it, and I recognize some ID belonging to one of the taxi drivers at my work. So I take it so I can give it to him when I get home.
The trailer/lean-to/tent thing is stocked with all this stuff that Justin's mom is trying to sell, one of which are these kits to make fake IDs. There's a sample posted above them, and the name on the sample is like "Justin Long Fuck Fa" (something like that) and the ID is even signed like that. So then Justin opens one of the kits because he decides he's going to try to sell them himself. This part of the dream was really long and involved and boring, except that it's me getting drunk and having a conversation with Justin Long, so YAY!
Eventually we go outside and I say I'm just going to have one more smoke before getting some sleep, but Justin's mom is outside (and it's turns out Justin's mom is one of my bitchy co-workers) cleaning up the white-board, and she starts admonishing us that it's already 8:10am and we spent the whole night drinking and we're a bunch of lushes and blah blah blah.
I need to get going to the train station, but for some reason Justin isn't coming with us so he decides that he needs to take a photo of the two of us before I leave. He holds his digital camera out in front of us, but then the picture is actually taken by this giant TV screen with a square in the middle of it, and it takes forever for the thing to work, so when it finally works I'm frowning and half out of the photo and Justin is making this stupid face. And I'm all bummed because I'm getting the idea that Justin and I might have a little somethin' going on, *nudge nudge wink wink* and now he's going to get back to California and in the only photo he has of me I look ridiculous.
Next thing I know, I'm in the downtown of wherever we are, and it's all old buildings and old time USSR-y and guys in those big fuzzy hats and military coats, and all the locals are bundled up and dour. I was supposed to meet the girls at McDonalds -- the yellow M sign is the only bright thing on the streets -- but they're not there/I can't get in/I'm lost. I'm just standing in the street for what seems like HOURS in the dream. I only know we are going somewhere where the currency is called "kronos" and I keep looking for my itinerary but I can't find it. I was consistently NOT looking in one particular pocket of my jacket, and it was weird because one part of my, I guess, not-dreaming self was going "LOOK IN THE OTHER POCKET, DUMBASS" but my dream-self just kept skipping that pocket. I'm also worried because we're spending a couple of days in the country where the currency is called "kronos", and I only have about $50 left. I also have a cheque for $400, but that is being saved for when I get to England, because I'm going to be there by myself for three days before I go home. So basically I'm just standing around, fretting, and not searching the one particular pocket I need to search.
Finally these other tourists came along so I followed them, but all they were doing was asking the fuzzy-hatted guards if they'd missed the bus to the czar's castle.
And then I woke up.
My brain is a strange place.
Okay! More writing!
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So by the time I got to bed, I was exhausted. I managed to get about 6.5 hours sleep, which is more than I've had at one time in the past week, but they were filled with
So. Me, trillingstar, colleendetroit, Justin Long (!!!) and two of my friends from high school that I haven't seen in over twenty years (Rosa and a girl whose name I can't remember!) were backpacking in Europe. I think it was eastern Europe because... it just had that look. Colleen was pregnant but not showing, and that didn't stop her from drinking like a fish, which we all thought was completely normal and not harmful or anything. All of the girls (minus Colleen) were out drinking beer at some kind of grotty gross pub when Trill and Rosa decided that they were going to be... I don't know... some kind of bridesmaids for Colleen, even though Colleen was already married. So we all trek back to Colleen's house (why does Colleen have a house when we are backpacking in Europe? I don't know.) so they can tell her what they've decided. Apparently Colleen gets no say in this matter.
But when we get there Colleen only comes out of her bedroom briefly to tell us that she still remembers the date that she got divorced (September 1st, 2008) -- and again, Colleen is clearly married in the dream, so I DON'T KNOW -- and then she goes back to her bedroom, where she's walking back and forth and talking on the phone. So the rest of us girls sit around and drink some more, and Trill & Rosa moan about how they haven't given Colleen their news yet.
Finally I decide to go outside to have a smoke -- there is no smoking in Colleen's house, though apparently drinking while pregnant is a-okay (LOL at my crazy brain) -- and I go across the street, where Justin Long (!!!!) is staying in a sort of trailer/lean-to/tent kind of thing. There's a white-board set up outside with all these lost items stuck on it, and I recognize some ID belonging to one of the taxi drivers at my work. So I take it so I can give it to him when I get home.
The trailer/lean-to/tent thing is stocked with all this stuff that Justin's mom is trying to sell, one of which are these kits to make fake IDs. There's a sample posted above them, and the name on the sample is like "Justin Long Fuck Fa" (something like that) and the ID is even signed like that. So then Justin opens one of the kits because he decides he's going to try to sell them himself. This part of the dream was really long and involved and boring, except that it's me getting drunk and having a conversation with Justin Long, so YAY!
Eventually we go outside and I say I'm just going to have one more smoke before getting some sleep, but Justin's mom is outside (and it's turns out Justin's mom is one of my bitchy co-workers) cleaning up the white-board, and she starts admonishing us that it's already 8:10am and we spent the whole night drinking and we're a bunch of lushes and blah blah blah.
I need to get going to the train station, but for some reason Justin isn't coming with us so he decides that he needs to take a photo of the two of us before I leave. He holds his digital camera out in front of us, but then the picture is actually taken by this giant TV screen with a square in the middle of it, and it takes forever for the thing to work, so when it finally works I'm frowning and half out of the photo and Justin is making this stupid face. And I'm all bummed because I'm getting the idea that Justin and I might have a little somethin' going on, *nudge nudge wink wink* and now he's going to get back to California and in the only photo he has of me I look ridiculous.
Next thing I know, I'm in the downtown of wherever we are, and it's all old buildings and old time USSR-y and guys in those big fuzzy hats and military coats, and all the locals are bundled up and dour. I was supposed to meet the girls at McDonalds -- the yellow M sign is the only bright thing on the streets -- but they're not there/I can't get in/I'm lost. I'm just standing in the street for what seems like HOURS in the dream. I only know we are going somewhere where the currency is called "kronos" and I keep looking for my itinerary but I can't find it. I was consistently NOT looking in one particular pocket of my jacket, and it was weird because one part of my, I guess, not-dreaming self was going "LOOK IN THE OTHER POCKET, DUMBASS" but my dream-self just kept skipping that pocket. I'm also worried because we're spending a couple of days in the country where the currency is called "kronos", and I only have about $50 left. I also have a cheque for $400, but that is being saved for when I get to England, because I'm going to be there by myself for three days before I go home. So basically I'm just standing around, fretting, and not searching the one particular pocket I need to search.
Finally these other tourists came along so I followed them, but all they were doing was asking the fuzzy-hatted guards if they'd missed the bus to the czar's castle.
And then I woke up.
My brain is a strange place.
Okay! More writing!
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