Dream: If policemen of the future ever start to look like futuristic policemen, color me scared.
So many times over the last few weeks I've woken up positive that I had an odd or vivid dream. But I haven't been able to remember many of these dreams for more than a moment or two. These are the handful of bits that have survived in my memory:
-I dreamed that a well-meaning and anonymous friend got me onto Project Runway, because he or she didn't take seriously the fact that I don't know how to sew. I mean, I can't draw clothes at Project Runway calibre, either, but I think that not being able to make clothes would ultimately be more damning. I don't have the first idea how to draft patterns from scratch. (Though I want to learn!)
But I guess I figured: as long as I'm here, I might as well make a statement. I talked the show into giving me a plus-sized woman as my model. (Not a plus-sized model, mind you, a regular woman who wears plus sizes non-professionally).
I'm not sure how I squeaked through the first couple of challenges. I specifically remember having a grand vision to make a beautifully tailored brown tweed suit with forties/fifties style seaming. But all I could manage, what with my limited sewing skills, heh, were a t-shirt, a skirt made by cutting a hole in the center of a big circle of fabric, and a denim jacket. Because a denim jacket is what you get when you try to sew a tweed jacket and lack the skill. (Hmm, brain, hmm).
I should have been sent packing, but I wasn't, and the last thing I remember was that they drove us to a sleepy university campus and divided us into teams for a superhero challenge. There were four designers on each team, and there must have been eight designers total left in the competition, because the teams were designated either the superhero team (my team) or the supervillain team. Our instructions included four new superhero personas, and we were each to choose one and design a costume for her. My superhero had sandstorm powers! She could swim through dunes of sand and explode into the air in a whirlwind. Suddenly, all my concerns about being unable to sew simply melted away; I was full of conviction. I set to work immediately, making a beige cloth suit of armor trimmed in ochre, with a sheer beige drape tipped in crimson (at the ends) filtering out from in between the plates of armor. (To represent the sand, see?) I am confident that this look was going to WIN. Heh.
-I dreamed that I was forced to watch an inspirational, triumph of the human spirit prairie movie starring Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus. Near the end of the movie, Grampa died, and Miley and Billy Ray buried him under a ceremonial rock pile facing the morning sun.
-I had another dream where I was running from futuristic policemen. This time I was part of a resistance movement trying to help smuggle some refugees to safety. I ran a blockade behind the wheel of my MarioKart! Then valancy_s and I were helping to lead the refugees, many of whom were small children, through a combination art and natural history museum. We stopped in a big, round children's reading room to read a story to the kids, while fellow members of our resistance scouted ahead to check for guards on patrol. After we got the refugees out of the museum safely, valancy and I were going to sneak onto the flight deck exhibit and fly away in the real, working space Vipers the museum had on display there. Viper pilots! Woohoo!
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-I dreamed that a well-meaning and anonymous friend got me onto Project Runway, because he or she didn't take seriously the fact that I don't know how to sew. I mean, I can't draw clothes at Project Runway calibre, either, but I think that not being able to make clothes would ultimately be more damning. I don't have the first idea how to draft patterns from scratch. (Though I want to learn!)
But I guess I figured: as long as I'm here, I might as well make a statement. I talked the show into giving me a plus-sized woman as my model. (Not a plus-sized model, mind you, a regular woman who wears plus sizes non-professionally).
I'm not sure how I squeaked through the first couple of challenges. I specifically remember having a grand vision to make a beautifully tailored brown tweed suit with forties/fifties style seaming. But all I could manage, what with my limited sewing skills, heh, were a t-shirt, a skirt made by cutting a hole in the center of a big circle of fabric, and a denim jacket. Because a denim jacket is what you get when you try to sew a tweed jacket and lack the skill. (Hmm, brain, hmm).
I should have been sent packing, but I wasn't, and the last thing I remember was that they drove us to a sleepy university campus and divided us into teams for a superhero challenge. There were four designers on each team, and there must have been eight designers total left in the competition, because the teams were designated either the superhero team (my team) or the supervillain team. Our instructions included four new superhero personas, and we were each to choose one and design a costume for her. My superhero had sandstorm powers! She could swim through dunes of sand and explode into the air in a whirlwind. Suddenly, all my concerns about being unable to sew simply melted away; I was full of conviction. I set to work immediately, making a beige cloth suit of armor trimmed in ochre, with a sheer beige drape tipped in crimson (at the ends) filtering out from in between the plates of armor. (To represent the sand, see?) I am confident that this look was going to WIN. Heh.
-I dreamed that I was forced to watch an inspirational, triumph of the human spirit prairie movie starring Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus. Near the end of the movie, Grampa died, and Miley and Billy Ray buried him under a ceremonial rock pile facing the morning sun.
-I had another dream where I was running from futuristic policemen. This time I was part of a resistance movement trying to help smuggle some refugees to safety. I ran a blockade behind the wheel of my MarioKart! Then valancy_s and I were helping to lead the refugees, many of whom were small children, through a combination art and natural history museum. We stopped in a big, round children's reading room to read a story to the kids, while fellow members of our resistance scouted ahead to check for guards on patrol. After we got the refugees out of the museum safely, valancy and I were going to sneak onto the flight deck exhibit and fly away in the real, working space Vipers the museum had on display there. Viper pilots! Woohoo!
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