Go BANANA! /Ralph Wiggum
I came home to a lovely postcard from Galway from jigofspite, reading "hope this reaches you before I'm home". If I'm working the time zones out she gets in today, so it's a dead heat. This amuses me really way too much.
It is possible that I am all kinds of lame. I am sitting at the computer breathing through my hoodie (the black "fabricati diem" one that Anti made me (my brain inserts the Pratchettian "punc" automatically)) with my hands tucked up my sleeves (I can type through cotton! Go me!) because out of nowhere-- Attack of the Ginormous Fucking Blow-Fly! *whimpers* I don't mind insects usually, but I hate hate hate flies and the way they orbit you and I really don't like them touching me, and in conclusion, send Raid!, or possibly Diefenbaker. (I am sure he could catch and dispose of the fly for me, right?) And where the hell did it come from, anyway? We haven't opened a door in about two hours. Also? It is WINTER and it has been COLD. WHY HAVE THEY NOT ALL DIED??
I am SO FULL because I made bacontaters for dinner which, I realise, is the first time I have made them since I was in Denver. *whomping attack of nostalgia* Well, since I was at the Apt of Luuuv, that is, because I have been through Denver since then, but. Well. (And, god, I really cannot explain how hard it was to be in the same city and NOT see Joy and Frog and Cheryl and Jilly and have Lacy and Dasha visit. Mreh.) And Dad just came in and handed me rum bananas. \o/ Szo taaaaaaaaaasty. (And I don't even like bananas. Unless they're soaked in rum, apparently. *is a lush?*)
God, I was going to go to bed early tonight and that is clearly not happening, so I am flagging the remainder of what I had planned to do, and will just leave you guys with what I INTENDED to post about, which is the cracked out dream that half of you were in.
I'm a little confused about how exactly it started, but the upshot was clearly that many people were visiting me, and my dad was getting a bit grumpy about making sure we had enough beds for everyone, but I was just all happy because people! Visiting! And so we set up mattresses and beds in the office out back for a couple of you guys, and then brunerhyme pointed out that we should get down to the mall in case they'd sold out of the new Harry Potter book already (considering I'd almost forgotten it was due out this weekend until everyone started posting about it, it is WEIRD that I have dreamed about the release day - not the book, but the release day - twice now), since it had come out that morning. So we walked down there, except the mall was really an outdoorish type of area, largely, and it looked a lot like UCLA when I was there with jigofspite, and Lissie and Kat and Izzy and I were walking through these sort of classically collegial stone columned halls when we saw lordessrenegade who I wasn't at all surprised to see, so she joined our HP search party, and then about five minutes after that we collected etben, too, and were all sort of wandering about the place arm in arm.
I remember that we got to the bookstore, which was the second one there, like the Books & More equivalent, and we thought they'd sold out, and then I used my book-radar and found their very last copy underneath something else, so we snagged that for Lissie and kept walking.
And then we come to the bit that has me a little miffed at my subconscious, because if I am going to dream about Abby from NCIS, it should be because I'm hanging out with her, not other people! *g*
So at some point around here we walked down this garden path (that was by an arena that was really familiar, maybe Philly?), and mrsronweasley and Abby were painting a mural on the wall. And I don't mean that in the naff sort of big ugly wall decoration way; they were painting these really light, brightly colourful things all over, and I think Liz was on a stepladder or something - it was like the ultimate Cute Painting Scene, and they were all snuggly so we stopped to say hi, because in the dream it made perfect sense that Liz and Abby were dating. And we ran into them a couple more times (and at one point I got into an (friendly) argument with Abby, and my winning comment was "but you're sleeping with Liz and all I've done lately is make out with someone, it's not fair!" which I don't think even related to the argument at all, but she did concede the point.) (edit: is that creepy? It didn't seem creepy in the dream but now I am not sure. Um. Liz? Kick me if you feel it's appropriate?)
And at some point in the 'walking around the university/mall/by the river' portion of the dream I had a really long talk with fspider and then I found Kat and Lissie again, and we all headed back to my house, and I made sure everyone was settled, and unfolded the sofa bed for Jai, and then I was suddenly really exhausted, and kept trying to go back to my room to sleep (and watch stuff with Kat, because my bed was magically big enough to do that), and you lot kept interrupting and wanting pillows and suchlike, and then Izzy and Lissie decided they weren't sleepy after all, so they started watching something (or reading fanfic?) on Izzy's computer, and I was just like "OKAY NIGHT." and fell into bed and 'asleep'. And then I woke up and Kat was still asleep and I wanted to tell her something, except the duvet had fallen off and it was too hard to reach it.
And then I was explaining the Hail Mary pass to rhythmsextion, who had apparently never heard of it, and my GOD, people, all I know about football is that it GOES FOR HOURS, but in this dream? I was reeling off all kinds of information I apparently knew, and Joy was all enlightened. The role reversal there is mildly hysterical.
So, yes. That was my admittedly boring-if-you're-not-me dream, co-starring many of you, and I would like to end this by asking if you would all just please win lotto so you can come visit me in reality and stop haunting my subconscious. Thank you and goodnight.
Okay, and I will also admit that at ONE point in the long convoluted dream I had that stereotypical realisation (which I have actually NEVER, ever had before in a dream) that my trousers had vanished. But I refuse to say when. I have to maintain SOME mystery! And no one in the dream noticed so I assume it was all okay?
[And, okay, for the Small Moment of Crushing Insecurity portion of our post, I just have to say... good God, I don't know how you guys do it. If I ever had the ability to post concise, smart, witty and/or interesting things, in a linear fashion (or, you know, an entertainingly nonsequential one!), I really don't feel like I have it right now. This just feels like blurting out words and it is awkward and BLAH. So, you know, thank you for putting up with, and tomorrow I have only two small things to accomplish and then I can write something FUN and hopefully that will Fix Things in the Putting Words Together part of my brain. The end.]
It is possible that I am all kinds of lame. I am sitting at the computer breathing through my hoodie (the black "fabricati diem" one that Anti made me (my brain inserts the Pratchettian "punc" automatically)) with my hands tucked up my sleeves (I can type through cotton! Go me!) because out of nowhere-- Attack of the Ginormous Fucking Blow-Fly! *whimpers* I don't mind insects usually, but I hate hate hate flies and the way they orbit you and I really don't like them touching me, and in conclusion, send Raid!, or possibly Diefenbaker. (I am sure he could catch and dispose of the fly for me, right?) And where the hell did it come from, anyway? We haven't opened a door in about two hours. Also? It is WINTER and it has been COLD. WHY HAVE THEY NOT ALL DIED??
I am SO FULL because I made bacontaters for dinner which, I realise, is the first time I have made them since I was in Denver. *whomping attack of nostalgia* Well, since I was at the Apt of Luuuv, that is, because I have been through Denver since then, but. Well. (And, god, I really cannot explain how hard it was to be in the same city and NOT see Joy and Frog and Cheryl and Jilly and have Lacy and Dasha visit. Mreh.) And Dad just came in and handed me rum bananas. \o/ Szo taaaaaaaaaasty. (And I don't even like bananas. Unless they're soaked in rum, apparently. *is a lush?*)
God, I was going to go to bed early tonight and that is clearly not happening, so I am flagging the remainder of what I had planned to do, and will just leave you guys with what I INTENDED to post about, which is the cracked out dream that half of you were in.
I'm a little confused about how exactly it started, but the upshot was clearly that many people were visiting me, and my dad was getting a bit grumpy about making sure we had enough beds for everyone, but I was just all happy because people! Visiting! And so we set up mattresses and beds in the office out back for a couple of you guys, and then brunerhyme pointed out that we should get down to the mall in case they'd sold out of the new Harry Potter book already (considering I'd almost forgotten it was due out this weekend until everyone started posting about it, it is WEIRD that I have dreamed about the release day - not the book, but the release day - twice now), since it had come out that morning. So we walked down there, except the mall was really an outdoorish type of area, largely, and it looked a lot like UCLA when I was there with jigofspite, and Lissie and Kat and Izzy and I were walking through these sort of classically collegial stone columned halls when we saw lordessrenegade who I wasn't at all surprised to see, so she joined our HP search party, and then about five minutes after that we collected etben, too, and were all sort of wandering about the place arm in arm.
I remember that we got to the bookstore, which was the second one there, like the Books & More equivalent, and we thought they'd sold out, and then I used my book-radar and found their very last copy underneath something else, so we snagged that for Lissie and kept walking.
And then we come to the bit that has me a little miffed at my subconscious, because if I am going to dream about Abby from NCIS, it should be because I'm hanging out with her, not other people! *g*
So at some point around here we walked down this garden path (that was by an arena that was really familiar, maybe Philly?), and mrsronweasley and Abby were painting a mural on the wall. And I don't mean that in the naff sort of big ugly wall decoration way; they were painting these really light, brightly colourful things all over, and I think Liz was on a stepladder or something - it was like the ultimate Cute Painting Scene, and they were all snuggly so we stopped to say hi, because in the dream it made perfect sense that Liz and Abby were dating. And we ran into them a couple more times (and at one point I got into an (friendly) argument with Abby, and my winning comment was "but you're sleeping with Liz and all I've done lately is make out with someone, it's not fair!" which I don't think even related to the argument at all, but she did concede the point.) (edit: is that creepy? It didn't seem creepy in the dream but now I am not sure. Um. Liz? Kick me if you feel it's appropriate?)
And at some point in the 'walking around the university/mall/by the river' portion of the dream I had a really long talk with fspider and then I found Kat and Lissie again, and we all headed back to my house, and I made sure everyone was settled, and unfolded the sofa bed for Jai, and then I was suddenly really exhausted, and kept trying to go back to my room to sleep (and watch stuff with Kat, because my bed was magically big enough to do that), and you lot kept interrupting and wanting pillows and suchlike, and then Izzy and Lissie decided they weren't sleepy after all, so they started watching something (or reading fanfic?) on Izzy's computer, and I was just like "OKAY NIGHT." and fell into bed and 'asleep'. And then I woke up and Kat was still asleep and I wanted to tell her something, except the duvet had fallen off and it was too hard to reach it.
And then I was explaining the Hail Mary pass to rhythmsextion, who had apparently never heard of it, and my GOD, people, all I know about football is that it GOES FOR HOURS, but in this dream? I was reeling off all kinds of information I apparently knew, and Joy was all enlightened. The role reversal there is mildly hysterical.
So, yes. That was my admittedly boring-if-you're-not-me dream, co-starring many of you, and I would like to end this by asking if you would all just please win lotto so you can come visit me in reality and stop haunting my subconscious. Thank you and goodnight.
Okay, and I will also admit that at ONE point in the long convoluted dream I had that stereotypical realisation (which I have actually NEVER, ever had before in a dream) that my trousers had vanished. But I refuse to say when. I have to maintain SOME mystery! And no one in the dream noticed so I assume it was all okay?
[And, okay, for the Small Moment of Crushing Insecurity portion of our post, I just have to say... good God, I don't know how you guys do it. If I ever had the ability to post concise, smart, witty and/or interesting things, in a linear fashion (or, you know, an entertainingly nonsequential one!), I really don't feel like I have it right now. This just feels like blurting out words and it is awkward and BLAH. So, you know, thank you for putting up with, and tomorrow I have only two small things to accomplish and then I can write something FUN and hopefully that will Fix Things in the Putting Words Together part of my brain. The end.]