amand_r | Entries tagged with dreams

I was dreaming about something, who the hell knows, and then I woke up from a sound sleep because there was this HORRIBLE STENCH. As Chuck would understand, "a foul and mysterious odor." (Be wary, of very scary, hairy Larry.) I sat bolt upright. I sleep on the second floor with the windows open to the front, and drifting in was the unmistakable smell of skunk.

Now, my parents have a skunk that lives under their porch, a huge ass muther fucker named Enrique Jones who sharpens his claws on the front tree. I live in a fairly rural area, foresty-like, and I see all manner of wild critters. But in the past few months, I have noticed that sometimes the front of the house smells like skunk. I dunno what he does--comes out, fights a cat, sprays all over the area and runs away. I stared out the window for a long time but saw no skunk. Ninja skunk. Honestly, skunks are the drop bears of North America. Or something.

I tried to go back to sleep, but it was so bad, I had to close the window and put menthol under my nose. Then kidlet, whose windows face thE same way, started talking in her sleep, so when I go to her room, sure enough, it's like the harem of Pepe LePeu in there. I close her windows too.

Then I dreamed about skunks. That there was one in the house and I had to leave Viola in the bathroom and go get help, and apparently that was Chuck's friend M and Samuel L Jackson. We rode a car on a blanket very very fast to Home Depot. By the time we got back to the thing, there were FUCKING SKUNKS EVERYWHERE OUTSIDE. And the butler just opened the door and the little shit (HOW DOES SPELLCHECK HAVE "SHIKOKU" IN THE DICTIONARY BUT NOT "SHIT"?) just left the house like, "la la la." WHATEVER. NEVER RELY ON SAMUEL L JACKSON TO GET YOU OUT OF SOMETHING WHEN HIS CAR HAS NO WHEELS.

Then I dreamed about Tianyu, who looked like Abed, but I don't want to get into that.

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SKUNKS ALL DAY. SOME DAY I SHALL OPEN MY FRONT DOOR AND SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ONE. THEN I WAS LIKE, "WHAT DO I DO IF I GET SPRAYED? WHAT DO I DO IF VIV IS OUTSIDE AND SHE GETS SPRAYED? HOW DO THEY EVEN SPRAY? ISN'T THIS WHY THEY MAKE WIKIPEDIA?"

Even youtube is against me. I clicked on this because it was labeled "The Funniest prank in the internet" a dubious claim, and while it is funny, IT INVOLVES SKUNKS.

CLEARLY THIS IS A BAD OMEN.

WHO WANTS SOME KARFLUKI?

1. Bruce Lee plays ping-pong with a nunchuck. It's Bad. Ass.

2. I haven't even finished introducing everyone yet, and my Big Bang is at 10K. Granted, about 3500 of that’s scraps of post episode one, with Jack and stuff, but. Yeah, I'm in love with my fic.

3. I keep having strange dreams. Last week, I dreamed about

earthly_gnome at least three times (Jesus, man, learn how to make a pulled pork sandwich!). Then it was me and Jack Harkness as serial killers. But Thursday night I dreamt that I went to see my sister-in-law,

kwanalicious where she was attending university (still! Sorry K! Maybe you were in grad school or something!), and I saw Tianyu there. He was there studying, and it was awkward, like I was all "YOU WERE DEAD" and he was all blushing, "yeah about that…" He paid a lot of lip service to getting back together, but it was clear that he had a new life there and possibly a girlfriend, and as I tried to like, be in his dorm room with him, all his friends were like, "who is this chick?" and it was clear that I was not supposed to be there. It's pretty clear how to interpret that dream (and K, sorry, but you knew and you were like, "Yeah, he asked me not to tell you."), but it bothered me all day. To the point when after dinner, when I was talking to someone and the conversation came around to Tianyu, as it sometimes does, I actually, for the first time in my life wanted to say, "Could we just not talk about Tianyu?" I mean, it wasn't their fault and I wasn't made at them for bringing him up, lord knows I do it all the time. This is the first time in which I would just rather not deign to say his name or whatever. All the real reasons I have to be mad at him in life and I get pissed to not-speaking over a fictional dream.

Of course today is his birthday, which is both strange and sad. He would have been thirty today, and I would have made many many jokes. And he would have rolled his eyes and given me the finger. And then we would have had "OMG OLD PEOPLE ARE THIRTY!SEX" because that is what we did. Seriously, I got pregnant the one month we were using as a dry run for the actual babymaking effort. We weren't going to start "trying in earnest" until April. March was just for fun. Whoops.

4. Thanks everyone for the kind words last week. I just couldn't think of things to say in response. But I saw them all, and I was touched. Touched by a ninja. No fr srs, it was nice of all of you.

5. Uhm. I made a big bang for myself because I needed a deadline, and then some crazy people(flocked b/c he's a precious snowflake, Crue is) also signed up. So if you feel like it, we're going for it. The only requirement is that at some point in time messy sandwiches must make an appearance. I don't know how that started, but there it is. I hear that

blue_fjords is doing it for SPN, BUT I HAVE YET TO SEE A SIGN UP. COME ON, MY LOVELY. MAKE IT PAN-FANDOM. BI….FANDOM. YOU PEOPLE AND YOUR LABELS. LIKE ARMANI AND HANES.

6. Speaking of fanfic, MAN, YOU PEOPLE HAVE BEEN BUSY over at

touchyerwood. Page six alone needs at least three handy wipes.

7. And lastly, thanks so much for everyone who voted for me over at the Children of Time Awards. I am so pleased that you liked the Het and the Three or Moresome (and to win close to Foxay! Rowr!), but that you voted for When Taken Apart when I know it's depressing as hell…I was chuffed and thanks so very very much. And congrats to everyone and their mum for winning! It's like my friendslist came all over the page! Yaaaaaaay!

1. Sometimes when your kid is doing an overnighter at her grandparents, you go to bed at 3 and wake up at 2:43. And then IT IS TIME FOR BIB FORTUNA.

2. So I dredged up some old issues that I have with fandom last night and they made me depressed and worried. Why do I do that to myself? Bah.

3. Then I had a dream that I was trying to...save some of my old CDs or something, and someone told me that what I was doing wouldn't preserve them, and I scoffed at them, and then I ended breaking them, and I should have fit them back together, but they had cooled like bent shrinkydinks in addition to being broken. I cannot help but worry that my brain is telling me something about what dredges up number 2. Hrm.

4. Hair: cut thyself. Accio haircut. Hrm.

5. Snow. Uh huh.

6. So a lot of you read the RPF yesterday, and a lot of you commented, which is awesome. There was some general…amusement and also wondering what the subjects themselves thought (and genuine concern that they were aware of this). So I'll inform the worried that yes, they saw it before you did, in a locked post right below yours, in which we had a discussion about what it was like. I have been told that I can share what they had to say (edited to cut certain things that are too personal for you. sorry! :P)

( Nick, Amanda and Carolyn have thinky thoughts. )

Jeffrey Jones: ...Well. There you have it.

*Emperoresque flounce*

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: HAAHAHAHAH
Current Music: let's misbehave!

1. My pierogie class for tomorrow was canceled, due to lack of interest. I feel sad inside. Meh. That's okay though, because my mom is taking the kid tonight. Like taking her and she is spending the night!

2. Also I had this dream last night that my butterscotch pudding (which I made and put in the fridge last night) looked like translucent butterscotch pudding, and when I tasted it, it was just orange jello. I kept stirring it and digging to the bottom because I thought maybe the "flavah" had sunk down to the bottom, but alas.

Somehow that led to me, in the dream, going to an academic convention with a bunch of very smart people who had Opinions on Harry Potter, daleks and…something, but when we all sat down to the opening get-together in an auditorium, the speaker at the lectern said, "Hello and welcome" and we all clapped and no one stayed for the rest of it. I guess intellectuals don't have to stay at the opening ceremonies because it's not nerdy enough.

Keep in mind that I NEVER go to the opening thing to begin with, usually because I'm wasted somewhere.

BUT BUT BUT, I don't remember much, aside from some creepy Asian dude who didn't think I deserved to be there, because I wasn't a grad student at MIT (LOOK MAN IT'S A CONFERENCE ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND DALEKS. THE AUDIENCE CHAMBER LOOKS LIKE THE SET OF JEOPARDY, ASSWIPE.). I woke up with this overwhelming idea that I should write a Hermione/Snape in which Sirius comes back from beyond the Veil with a pile of bloody coins, and then there's hurt/comfort and then eventually polyamory.

I'd like to point out that I have never. Ever. Ever written Sirius. EVER. In all my fics, he's dead, even the AUs. But even as I sit here, I think of a load of pennies turned red with blood and I think, "This is a great idea." Then I make funny jokes about the CoinStar machine.

3. I DID A STRANGE, STRANGE THING LAST NIGHT, and I want to share it with you, and maybe someday I will be allowed to.

4. My Chinese New Year shopping list is still unstarted. I have to get off my arse.

5. My kid just ate a cheerio off the floor. I hope that was from this morning. Okay so I find that I treat most things in this world like the emperor in Amadeus at 3:34 of this scene:

6. I started my last haiti fic in my head last night and it is awesome. Also, the VS episode is done and secret project one is close to being done, which just leaves secret project 2 and the bodyswap, on which I made a plotting breakthrough. If all goes well, I should be done with all this by the end of the month.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: the double r diner
Current Music: sesame street

1. Putting the kidlet to bed, and she starts counting people on her fingers, which is how Joan-ma did it to list all of the people who were coming to her birthday party. So it used to be: "Steve and Emily and Chuck, and Dana…" etc. Now it was the following:

Her: Unca Jer, and a-Steve, and a shark and Dana.
Me: A shark? Really?
Her: Ohhhhh yeah! (grabs her thumb) And a mama.
Me: So glad I'm included in the shark party.
Her: (so serious) With spidermancake and Santa Claus and snowmans.

I have recently discovered that all things Spiderman have now been termed "spidermancake". Good to know.

2. RECS COMING WHEN I GET OFF MY ARSE.

3. I played Rockband for the first time the other night, and it was depressing because all I could think was how much Tianyu would have loved it, and there's no one in my house to play it with. On the inverse, I drunkenly got a 99% on "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" on Hard, and I have never sung it before, so that has to mean something.

4. Okay so I had a CRAZY ASS DREAM. ( IT INVOLVED TORCHWOOD, JACK, SOME OTHER PEOPLE WHO I DON'T REMEMBER AND DALEKS. BASICALLY, IT WAS AN EPISODE OR SOMETHING. )

So that was it. W.T.F.

5. In honor of the awesomeness that is Jack, I present for you today: a little Ray Charles. Baby if you want to stay on my mind, now, you've got to love your daddy all the time.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: TORCHWOOD: LAS VEGAS
Current Music: modest mouse, 'float on'

Okay, so.

Here's the thing: I don't fantasize. I mean, sexually. I hear lots of people do it, and I fantasize a lot, but it's never really sex. I have about five or so standbys that I use to get to sleep, to entertain myself in the car or whenever I am bored out of my skull. I spend quite a bit of time in these daydreams, but they never really ever get to the sex part. The one time I did actually finish it before I fell asleep, I laid there afterwards and was like, "What do I do now?"

I usually use characters I like. Yeah, that's right: Methos, Jack, Ianto, some others I don't want to get into. The point is, I fantasize in UST and PG-13, and sometimes it's not even sexy at all.

Whatevs. The point is, they're fictional people.

Which I why I was startled and somewhat disturbed to find that last night I fantasized about Tianyu. And not in a sexy way. In a Scrubs-esque "what would have happened if he had been there for Viv's birth" way.

I don't know if this means that I've moved him into the realm of fictional. I don't know how that makes me feel. I never imagined Tianyu in any scenario that occurred after he died because I like to think I have no ides how he'd react. To anything. Imagining it is akin to putting words in his mouth, and I could never do that. So when people say, "Tianyu would have loved this," or "Tianyu would have adored VK" I keep mum because I can't agree. I have no idea what he'd think of his daughter and he's not here to tell me.

So, yeah. I don't know what that means. I can guess, but I don't think I'd like the answer.

Current Mood: blah
Current Location: not a state of grace

1. So I had this dream that I had been rehired by my old school district, and when I went for orientation, there were a bunch of new teachers in my department, along with the old ones. And of course, even though I had worked there before, I didn't have seniority, so I didn't get a room. And then when I went to the planning room for all the homeless teachers, everyone was there for orientation, but they all had packets, and I didn't. And then I found out that we were teaching in teams that year, and I not only didn't know my team, but also? Team teaching at the high school level? WTF? When I mentioned the impracticality of that, one of the teachers I used to know told me that I didn't have to be there if I didn't want to do it, and I pretty much said, "You know what? You're right. I quit." And I walked out. But I got waylaidf in the lobby by something, possibly wild turkeys.

Then the second dream, I was teaching, and I had a muddy student who had an epileptic seizure, and when he woke up, he wanted to eat the students' (and my) stomach. Like a zombie. But a coherent zombie. I was literally holding him away from my body with my outstretched arms. I think we exchanged words.

So, uh, yeah.

2. Am reading Kurt Busiek's run of Trinity. Feeling awesome. Morgaine Le Fay? Really? Really?

3. When my kid wants me to feed her something, she tells me that it's "licious'. That's pretty made of cute. Too bad they're sour patch watermelons.

4. I drove behind this truck and made a mental typo. What was it?

I can't even make a Knight Rider joke.

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: k's choice, 'virgin state of mind'

Before we start, this mofo is huge.

Also, PSA: I feel it only fitting and proper to inform you that as I type this I am sitting in my undies. They are pink and orange striped boyshorts. They say "LOVE BITES" across the ass. I am unsurr[sic] as to whether they refer to the physical act or presence of biting during intercourse and/or intimacy, or if that is a statement in regards to the actual state of being in or out of love with another being.

Carry on.

1. TV shows we wish would swap writing staffs. I have to agree on the Dollhouse-Torchwood swap. I don't watch Dollhouse, but I could do with a few Angely/Buffy-esque eps. This writer says, Torchwood could use some more memorable villains, like the Mayor of Sunnydale or Glory. And Captain Jack needs to have a few episodes of spouting Whedonesque dialogue as he sluts around Cardiff and hits on every adult sentient being he meets.

Sign me the fuck up. (h/t

calliopes_pen)

2.

pogrebin, your packet went out today! That's the last of them. I am waiting on…5 epistolary entries, and then all shall be revealed! I hope it doesn't suck too hard. Try not to get too excited.

2. Hello peeps! I have done it! I have purchased my plane tickets for the UK!

On October 20th, bright and early, I shall be arriving in Manchester! After 17 odd hours travelling, I suspect I shall look like this:

But then I depart on November 2nd, after which time I feel I should look like this:

Anyway. rejoice. ( In which I blather on about shit that pertains to the UK. )

2.

copperbadge asked (or I volunteered) pictures of my kid at bedtime under BEAR MOUNTAIN, so ( voila. )

2. ( And while we're at it, random pictures in a photo dump. )

2. Lastly, ( I had a dream, Byron, which was not all a dream. )

2. GOOD TO KNOW: ROUGHLY 1,400 SLIM JIMS CAN KILL YOU

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: INSIDE UR MIND
Current Music: e-nomine, 'vater unser'

1. I am both repulsed and intrigued. And hungry.

2. We have issues:

Amand-r: I bet Rhys is the occasional cuddler.
Foxy: Rhys, yeah.
Amand-r: with his massive bear paws.
Foxy: MAUL MAUL MAUL
Amand-r: he and Jack should get into one of those girly slap fights with their giant man hands. It'd be like if you and I strapped tennis rackets on our wrists and went to town.
Foxy: LOL that would be excellent.
Amand-r: Raaaaaghr.

Then we decided the world needs more Jack/Rhys with a reasonable explanation.

3. Let's talk for a minute about the SRS. I have a fic in which someone is a paraplegic as a result of Canary Wharf. Oh hell, it's Lisa. Anyway, here's the thing. It's not that she hasn’t made peace with what happened, because Lisa is pretty "this totally blows, and I'll deal with it," but I'm worried about my audience when, at some point in the future, through a series of timey wimey stuff, Lisa regains her ability to walk.

This is not to say that I think that paraplegia is something bad in the sense that those with it are less. But I I'm just going to be honest about myself-- if I lost my ability to walk and then was given the opportunity to do so again, I would jump at the chance. I can't imagine a situation in which I wouldn't. And this is not, I repeat not, similar to someone from the Deaf community deciding not to gain the ability to hear, because Deafness isn't a "disability" the way that paraplegia is from a medical standpoint, in most cases, I gather. And I don't even really like the word disability, but transable, maybe. But nonetheless a transability that some people were not born into, and if given the opportunity, might choose to give up to return to their old form. Does THAT make sense?

I just want to gauge reactions, because I don't know how people will feel about this. I think it's a logical set of reactions on her part, and how she approaches it will be how others in the fic approach it. On the other hand, no matter how much research I do, I am not a paraplegic, and I cannot speak for them. I have been spending a lot of time on transabled.org and other sites to look into BIID. And I'm still pretty confident that this can be done with grace. It is a very science fictiony plot, because, hello? TORCHWOOD, but I don't want to make it seem as if I'm not looking at all the angles.

If you are transabled and have an opinion, please email me, if I could please pick your brain, or you know, if you have more info than I do, or personal experience. My flist is awesome like that. You could also put it in the comments below.

On the other hand, I was thinking about it again, and I might not even be necessary in the story. The walking. Hrm. I mean, it can go either way, actually. Hrm. Now I am torn.

4. Dreamt poorly last night but cannot remember anything.

5. Listening to Regina Spektor on auto play. Yeah, it's going to happen all day.

Current Mood: blue
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: regina spektor, 'genius next door'

mrsalemp rescued a set of Swainson's Hawks and named one of them Captain Jack Hawkness. It's pretty sweet, except that the second one, whom she almost named Ianto, died (he was pretty hurt when they rescued and turned him over,TBF), and now Jack apparently has West Nile Virus and refuses to eat. OH MY GOD THE PARALLELS (that I drew in my head in the manner of a crazy person who sees her own life in the three line horoscope in the paper). Patelyne has pics in her LJ, though, and bonus: THE VET CANNOT TELL WHETHER JACK IS A BOY OR GIRL. PART OF ME FINDS THAT HYSTERICAL. Pat, your story totes made my day.

2.

kalichan asked for the post-it, so I made it.

rm, I tried to put you in a suit. Also,

smirnoffmule! WE ARE IMMORTALISED! ( And Patelyne, you and Ianto's coffee maker are finally united! )

3. The kidlet and I are…we're having serious talks about chocolate milk, and how we cannot have it all the time. It's Ovaltine, not chocolate milk, BTW. I hate that shit like burning. Nastay. ( Anyway. It goes like this: )

4. Just for you. (h/t

kwanalicious)

5. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ME. (h/t,

sthayashi)

6.

51stcenturyfox, here's your sexy Mermaid song, courtesy of Great Big Sea.

7. Die Trufachts: for the past three nights in a row, one of my recurring dreams involves me trying, and failing to correctly install my shower curtain rod.

Current Mood: ...piqued...
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: bob marley, 'is this love?'

1. LIKE A BOSS is a new Torchwood video. No really. I think I laughed so hard I made myself spasm into sneezes.

2. So, apparently Archie is going to/has just proposed to Veronica, and not Betty. As you can imagine, there is a lot of debate. Is Veronica a rich bitch? Is Betty COMPLETELY PSYCHO? Is Ronnie a whore? Is Archie worthy of either of them? As you can see, it's a striating issue. MightyGodKing is in the Veronica encampment, mostly because apparently, Betty is obsessive and vindictive and abusive.

All the irritating gender issues aside (like, who would even WANT Archie? They're two smart hot chicks and they want ARCHIE? RIVERDALE'S GILLIGAN WITHOUT THE FUNNY HAT? I think they should go to college and discover other people. Possibly each other in the communal showers. Oh no, I have objectified Betty and Veronica. OHWAIT.), I think I'd go for Veronica. Not because of her money or anything, but because she's not INSANE. And then it gets into the who do you prefer: Ginger or Marianne, the movie star/princess versus the girl next door (who might be able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose). That said, and because my interest is waning, I have made a poll. It is shallow and everything.

[Poll #1413484]

3. My opinions on JB and the Con and the wank, let me show you them [here]. My opinions on fandom_wank, let me show you them [here]. Now he ded from coke.

4. I had a crazy ass dream that I am too ashamed to share about violence (not sex this time), because the last time I shared one, someone told me that I needed professional help, and then a professional told me that I was fine and didn't need professional help. I would rather not get into that again. It involved a frying pan and someone's face. But to be fair, they were laughing at me uncontrollably.

sthayashi you were there (it was not your face, or anyone you knew), but even then, you could not fix my computer. Okay, that's not fair, because you haven't actually tried to fix my computer, not really.

What a way to end my post today. Meh. It's raining outside. Imma going to go get a Slurpee.

amonitrate, have fun with the Russians. Ask them lots of things like, 'In Soviet Russia, would the __________ really ________________? Really? Because we seem to think so. All the time.'

Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER

So hello!

In forcible cheerfulness, because I am firmly of the mind that one can wish bad feelings away ~~with drugs~~. The thing is, I wrote most of this entry earlier last night, and now I don't feel sad. So WOOT! Who knew that all I needed was a judicious application of ~~cocoa butter~~ sleep? This slep thing. I LIKES IT.

1. Bonus! Tonight,

sthayashi and his lovely wife are coming over, and we shall be drinking beer. Last time they were here, I had NINE. NINE. It was intergalactic planetary (planetary intergalactic). Hey! That was also the first night I met my boyfriend, Mister Cone! Mister Cone! Two weeks ago today! We should celebrate!

Mr Cone: WHUM WHUM WHUM WRRRRRRRRRRRR WHUM WHUM WHUM NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGT.

Aw, you charmer, you.

2. Hey there people, when you read Fray, do you ever wish Joss would just cool it with the future speak? I feel like I'm reading The Dark Knight Returns again, but with better art. I don't care how language is going to mutate in the next three hundred years or whatever. I'd like some fracking English. Aaaaaaand oh, Amand-r, how irony tastes like irony. Metal, and a layer of dirty cherries underneath, my precious. You know what would be great? Irony-flavored Alcopops.

3. I had a dream Wednesday night that two of my good friends called me up and wanted me to come over. When I got there, they sat me down and told me that they were getting a divorce. I don't know where she planned on moving, but he was going to rent the apartment they live in. It was surreal, and I am left with an uneasy feeling that will not go away. They were all like, "well, we've been growing apart for a while now, and blah blah."

( This is where I get emotional, self-deprecating, and in general become an asshole. )

5. Beer will cure what ails you.

6. You know what I wish there was more of in the world? Live Band Karaoke.

7. I forgot how much I loved

arsenicjade, but NO LONGER. (HIGHLY EDITED, BABE)

Me: Grammar is like math. I understand grammar. It's like...when you approach a story and say to yourself, "Okay then, what am I trying to convey with this shit?" Because I don't fucking know. I wrote this thing, and here it is. Convey away.
Arsenic:: Well, except, I write stories all the time where like, I'm trying to convey something. and then people see something completely different in it that works for them, and I'm like, "awesome." It doesn't really matter that that wasn't my intent. Why does it matter what's conveyed?
Me: I guess, so that the story has a point. Like, did Hemingway ever worry about this shit? No, he fucking drank gin and punched cows in the face. Someone get me a bull to punch in the face.

I think I am done today. XD Yes. Yes I am. Now wait. Meme later. Oh no. Correction: l8tr.

So, I've been writing this Torchwood genderswap fic. I have been going at it full tilt boogie because I have a Hermione Big Bang (at 40 K) and a Snarry Games fic (at 1K. almost not worth mentioning), and they are both important because THEY HAVE DEADLINES. The bodyswap fic is just for me, and it's like I cannot stop writing it.

So is it any wonder that I start dreaming about this shit?

( Cut for embarrassing sexual dream content. )

For srs.

So last night I had this dream that you and I were leaving work, and for some reason there was a taxi leaving, and I couldn't remember if it was for me or not, but then you came along and said, "Oh yeah, that's ours." Our driver was some young Spanish guy with long curly hair. I sat in the back and you sat in the passenger seat.

So the first like, ten bucks of the ride was fine, but then at a red light he got out of the car to talk to some other cabbie or something. I didn't think anything of it because we were at a red light, but then when the light turned green, he didn't get back in the car, and I guess traffic went around us. We kind of waited for the light to cycle again, and then when the light turned green again he still didn't get back in. So you kind of put your foot on the gas and the held the wheel to move the car forwards, and you told me, "He's just doing this so that he can run up the fare." or something.

Really. It was funny, because the guy came running after us, and then when he got close to the car, you slid into the driver's seat and inched forward. I think I got into the passenger's seat and then we went slowly for a few blocks while he chased us. He kept catching up to us, and you kept slowing down and waiting for him, and then finally, his cell phone rang, and I guess it was for work. He started pleading with you about the phone from work ringing and to please let him have the cab back. And you said something to him, like, "Give me the phone. If you give me the phone, I'll let you back in," because I guess you were afraid that he was going to tell his boss and get us in trouble. And all the while you kept driving along slowly.

So finally, after a few more blocks of him chasing us, he stopped running after us, and we couldn't see him anymore. I remember being distinctly freaked because that pretty much meant that we'd stolen a taxi. You were all like, "Get my wallet out of my purse." (and I apparently kept pulling everything else out of your purse instead, but that's neither here nor there). I think the plan was to drive somewhere, and ditch the taxi and leave the fare inside. I think I was worried about us leaving fingerprints inside the car, but you were all, "Oh, all the money will be there, don't worry." Then I realized that I only had a dollar, which was bizarre since I had been planning to take a taxi.

ANYWAY, we eventually get to some place that looks like East Liberty, and you see a People's Cab company and decide to leave the taxi there, and you're like, "You can come over and watch TV or have some chips or something," and then I remembered that I had driven my car to work and didn't need to take a taxi. Then I woke up.

Then I had a dream about Jim from The Office in season one hiding out in the parking lot and secret binge eating ladyfingers as a symbolism of his repressed and unrequited love for Pam, and then after he ate like three he noticed that the camera was there and kind of tried to play it off, like it hadn't happened, but his face was covered with powdered sugar. You know, then the camera cut away like it always does when it has seen something intensely private and the viewed person realizes that they've been filmed.

Gah. The patch sucks.

I had one of those dreams that fills you with a resounding sense of loss when you wake up, and whose contents can be completely attributed to the fact that I read a Harry Dresden story last night before bed and then picked Kyp Durron as my dream time companion before I went to sleep.

Needless to say there was a very attractive man who was very interested in me, and who was an ex-soldier who kind of looked like a less harsh Vin Diesel. More like a ripped Riley Finn?

I dunno, there was fighting, mistaken identity, and at some point when we were on opposing sides of a conflict (why do I always seem to look like American Major Kusanagi in these dreams?) , he got hurt and disappeared, and when I saw him again they'd transfered his spirit into a cybernetic body. I recall us both being really disappointed about that, him for obvious reasons, and me for completely physical ones. I also recall faintly that the injury he sustained had been my fault. But hey, he had been mistakenly trying to kill me at the time.

Still I felt bad about the cybernetic body thing, because it was totally not uhm. You know. Anyway. I was really sad about that. I woke up and tried to go beck to sleep so I could apologize some more. It was not to be. Kidlet woke at 6 this morning, and it was all the cats' fault.

Bah. Fucking men. I'm afraid that this betrays a rather shallow part of me, and I wish I had more to comment on, but it's true, I like muscles. I do. I like chivalry, and I have a thing for soldiers.

I'll stop now.

Side Note: One of my favorite anonymous local bloggers called it quits today, and in light of that I was looking over an old op-ed about internet anonymity that mentioned Anne Rice and shit. The article is crap, but someone had this to say about Anne Rice and her "request" that we not write fan fiction with her works:

It hurts my feelings that I wasted a good portion of my teen years trying to making sense of that freaking Mayfair Witches series. All I hear is blah blah blah, I'm a whiny multi millionaire who junk punched her fans.

Junk punched. Yes, that describes how I'm feeling today.

Current Mood: sad
Current Location: the laurie berkner band