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kleenexwomanI don't dream very much anymore. Oh sure, I have daydreams almost incessantly, and I have little "bedtime stories" I tell myself that I'm never going to write down because they're stupid. But actual dreams where my brain just lets everything go are rare.
I had a month's worth tonight. I memorialize them here because I want to remember my dreams.
It was college orientation, and we were having a hot dog buffet dinner. For some reason, I decided that the ladies who served the hot dogs were being oppressed, and I went on a crusade to convince them to revolt against the rest of the college. They laughed in my face and called campus guards to arrest me. I tried to escape by pretending that the dissenter was actually my evil twin, then sauntered into the hot dog storage area to look for her while everyone laughed. I could not fool them. They shut the door behind me and I could not breathe.
I ran through another door into a high school classroom and sat down at one of the desks. It was a computer screen desk, and I played a Tetris-like game for a while, but kept losing because my fingers wouldn't work. Eventually I discovered the instant messaging program they had, and starting chatting with people that happened to be on. My fingers still weren't working, though, and every time I tried to type something, it came out as alphabet soup. Then the program started taking over for me and sending messages that I didn't type but that I was thinking anyway.
At this point, my Aunt Maureen came into the room with my cousin Becca and some of her friends, and started handing out huge bags of candy for us to try. I got a plastic thing that had gumballs plugging up holes, and when I took a gumball out, sugar things started pouring all over the floor. I tried frantically to stanch the flow, but the room started to fill up with sugar. Eventually I was swimming in it, and drowning.
I poked my head above the flood of sugar just in time to see it dissolve away out the door of a dorm room. It was a much nicer dorm room than mine, with a big screen TV that was playing "Re-Animator." Kathryn was watching it, and saying that she didn't understand it. I found the original story and read it to her, only to find that it had turned into one of those lovely homoerotic English boarding school stories. She was rather inspired by it, and kissed me. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by what appeared to be a huge tank rumbling through the room. The man driving it stuck his head out of the turret and explained that he was just maintenence.
We ran outside to see an ocean front and my mother standing on a huge rock throwing things at fish. I walked along the seaside for a while, watching the fish. There were a lot of them--skates, rays, jellyfish, carp, trout, puffer fish, lionfish...and a great white shark. I picked up a clod of dirt and threw it at the great white shark, then ran out of the surf, certain that the shark could not bite me. It flipped itself up out of the water and began to chase me, and I ran screaming into a park with grass and trees and hid behind a rock.
The shark's bellowing had ceased. I raised my head and looked around to discover that the shark had turned into a huge brown sealdog, and that a small Japanese girl was embracing it.
This is much better than the dream I had a couple months ago where I was piloting a small boat in a grass-filled lake trying to find a witch who would turn my dad back into a duck. Or the recurring dreams I have about vending machines. But I'm not getting any stories out of it yet.
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sages_of_chaos stuff that amused me (I'm sure you're all getting very tired of this stuff by now, but blah blah bear with me):
They have a Marty, and he's just as bad at figuring shit out on roleplay as he is in the movie. (Ooh, and also, Doc needs GiR as an assistant. Please. Pleeeeeease. TACOS!!!!!)
Now what this community needs is a Crispin character. Any character. Really. Even, like, Bartleby, who prefers not to ask questions anyway. That, and Herbert West. Ooh, and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. And Hiro Protagonist, which I think I could pull off if I knew more about coding and Japanese swordplay. They've already got a Dr. House, along with talking Vicodin pills. Inanimate objects are a new fad.
The cool thing about it the community is that it's very loose in terms of posting. People have shown up once or twice purely for amusement value and comedy gold-making, or just to get their two cents in. Actually, I think that's what most people do. But it's kind of addictive, especially when you can't help giving really bad advice to your favorite characters.
I had a month's worth tonight. I memorialize them here because I want to remember my dreams.
It was college orientation, and we were having a hot dog buffet dinner. For some reason, I decided that the ladies who served the hot dogs were being oppressed, and I went on a crusade to convince them to revolt against the rest of the college. They laughed in my face and called campus guards to arrest me. I tried to escape by pretending that the dissenter was actually my evil twin, then sauntered into the hot dog storage area to look for her while everyone laughed. I could not fool them. They shut the door behind me and I could not breathe.
I ran through another door into a high school classroom and sat down at one of the desks. It was a computer screen desk, and I played a Tetris-like game for a while, but kept losing because my fingers wouldn't work. Eventually I discovered the instant messaging program they had, and starting chatting with people that happened to be on. My fingers still weren't working, though, and every time I tried to type something, it came out as alphabet soup. Then the program started taking over for me and sending messages that I didn't type but that I was thinking anyway.
At this point, my Aunt Maureen came into the room with my cousin Becca and some of her friends, and started handing out huge bags of candy for us to try. I got a plastic thing that had gumballs plugging up holes, and when I took a gumball out, sugar things started pouring all over the floor. I tried frantically to stanch the flow, but the room started to fill up with sugar. Eventually I was swimming in it, and drowning.
I poked my head above the flood of sugar just in time to see it dissolve away out the door of a dorm room. It was a much nicer dorm room than mine, with a big screen TV that was playing "Re-Animator." Kathryn was watching it, and saying that she didn't understand it. I found the original story and read it to her, only to find that it had turned into one of those lovely homoerotic English boarding school stories. She was rather inspired by it, and kissed me. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by what appeared to be a huge tank rumbling through the room. The man driving it stuck his head out of the turret and explained that he was just maintenence.
We ran outside to see an ocean front and my mother standing on a huge rock throwing things at fish. I walked along the seaside for a while, watching the fish. There were a lot of them--skates, rays, jellyfish, carp, trout, puffer fish, lionfish...and a great white shark. I picked up a clod of dirt and threw it at the great white shark, then ran out of the surf, certain that the shark could not bite me. It flipped itself up out of the water and began to chase me, and I ran screaming into a park with grass and trees and hid behind a rock.
The shark's bellowing had ceased. I raised my head and looked around to discover that the shark had turned into a huge brown sealdog, and that a small Japanese girl was embracing it.
This is much better than the dream I had a couple months ago where I was piloting a small boat in a grass-filled lake trying to find a witch who would turn my dad back into a duck. Or the recurring dreams I have about vending machines. But I'm not getting any stories out of it yet.
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sages_of_chaos stuff that amused me (I'm sure you're all getting very tired of this stuff by now, but blah blah bear with me): They have a Marty, and he's just as bad at figuring shit out on roleplay as he is in the movie. (Ooh, and also, Doc needs GiR as an assistant. Please. Pleeeeeease. TACOS!!!!!)
Now what this community needs is a Crispin character. Any character. Really. Even, like, Bartleby, who prefers not to ask questions anyway. That, and Herbert West. Ooh, and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. And Hiro Protagonist, which I think I could pull off if I knew more about coding and Japanese swordplay. They've already got a Dr. House, along with talking Vicodin pills. Inanimate objects are a new fad.
The cool thing about it the community is that it's very loose in terms of posting. People have shown up once or twice purely for amusement value and comedy gold-making, or just to get their two cents in. Actually, I think that's what most people do. But it's kind of addictive, especially when you can't help giving really bad advice to your favorite characters.
