unknownfate

Ok. So last night's dream started out in the Brave universe with a lot of cartoon Scottish people running around. I think David Tennant was there trying to get some big machine to work. There was also the cast of Time Bandits, now Pixar-animated as well, doing a theater group type rock opera version of Game of Thrones. There were many sexy dances. It was surprisingly good.

That somehow bled into a huge video game apocalypse where we had to run around and find vehicles and weapons and figure out who to shoot. There was Simon Farnaby from Horrible Histories playing Chris Hemsworth (also surprisingly well) and I managed to make a sweet little cartoon girl morph into the next Boss villain because I threw a grenade into a crowd of mostly enemies and accidentally took out someone who had been kind to her before. Whoops.

Meanwhile, the Time Bandits were doing a Rihanna style song about the fate of Khal Drogo. That's all I remember for sure.

I had a cartoon dream last night. It was beautifully animated, lots of fireflies and bioluminescence. There were two teenagers who are supposed to be in love. One looked like Keith from the new Voltron, but his Dad was live-action Norman Reedus. Norman was desperate to protect him from something and it had something to do with the love interest. There was some great disaster coming and they scramble to save everyone until it’s too late to get away. And there’s a tidal wave coming, and they can’t escape, so they just hold hands and wait for it, but as soon as the water hits the love interest, she finds out she has gills and she can save him.

And that’s all I remember before I woke up.

Ugh, I dreamed I was at a hotel convention with my old college friends and people I had dated before and I was convinced that we were all having the same dream at the same time. So I was trying to be on my best behavior so all these people would remember me fondly when they woke up. There was even some public nudity because I had to chase one of those people through the crowded convention hall while in nothing but a towel. I don't remember what had happened but someone had told them that there was a reason I hated them so much. And I didn't hate them! I didn't hate them so much I ran out of the shower to tell them that I didn't.

I chased them through the crowd back to their room and sputtered and wheezed that I didn't hate them and never had and I would do anything to keep them from feeling bad, because they were great and I missed them. They hugged me and that was it and I went back to my own room with my towel, kicking myself because I hadn't said that I loved them.

It's less than a month before I go back to The Job. It must be time for the stress dreams to start.

Last night I dreamed I found a dog tied up and abandoned in the woods.When I was dreaming in my own POV, it was poor, starved dog with a collar embedded in its neck. When the dream shifted to a third person view, it was a little pig. Whatever the little animal was, though, I was carrying it around, taking care of it.

I took it to some cafeteria lunch, but my coworkers wouldn’t let me sit with them if I had a pig with me. So, then came the line I woke up remembering. One of them told me to “Go sit with the Australians!”

So I looked around and some people at a table off to the side waved their arms. I took that to mean that they were the Australians, and I took my pig to go sit with them. They were nice.

That was the dream. I don’t know what it means.

But! I have seen two more movies! Inside Out was at the drive-in. The folks and my sister and her kids all came and I think they all enjoyed it. I heard my parents laughing several times.

Oh man. I gotta say, in a movie about feelings, the part that tweaked mine the most was the short about the volcanoes at the beginning. As my movie buddy said, “If they don’t end up together, I’m going home right now.”

That being said, there’s always something heartbreaking in a Pixar movie, and for me, this time. It was Bing Bong. As soon as he wanted to make a third try, I knew what he was going to do, and I’m hoping Joy can find a way to write his song into Riley’s dreams or something so she’ll remember him again.

Also, I saw Ant-Man with my friend and was pleasantly surprised. I had doubts. Marvel usually manages to be fun, no matter what, but Ant-Man? Really? I did end up enjoying it more than I thought I would. I think there were some serious issues with the female characters. Like WHY NOT HOPE? HOPE WOULD BE AN AWESOME HERO THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I think she shoulda taken the yellowjacket suit and kicked all manner of ass in it. But, the ants themselves were precious buggy bugs. I haven’t been so emotional about a giant ant since Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. Ant-ony!

Also, the three amigo partners in crime made my day. I like the Ukrainian one.

Yesterday, I went to see the new Evil Dead with my cousin. It had all the horror of the original, with about twice the yuck, but not as much of the fun. I admit there were parts I looked away from.

I don't think it's too spoilery to say that the main thing I liked was that there was a reason five pretty people decided to go to an abandoned cabin in the woods. Helping a junkie friend go cold turkey away from anything else makes more sense than just heading out for make outs and piano lessons. On the other hand, these five were stupid. My cousin and I agreed that the movie would've been maybe 15 minutes long if we had been in it. Minor spoilers here, but as soon as either of us saw a blood trail leading to a trap door to the cellar, that would've been all she wrote.

"OK! Back to the car! We can detox just as easy at the beach. Chop chop. I will beat anyone who tries to open that door senseless with a tire iron and burn the whole house down. Seriously, if I catch any of you trying to read aloud anything more arcane than a shampoo bottle, you will not be safe around me ever again. Now get in the car."

The evil dead are going to have to use up their airline miles if they want to catch me, but the movie was honestly grosser than it was scary. I was hoping I wouldn't have nightmares and I didn't, but I did have weird dreams. It didn't help that the smoke detector battery went dead at about 3 am and started chirping.

I heard it in my dream and in my dream I started counting in between chirps, like counting between thunder and lightning to see how many miles away the storm is. I don't know what I was counting for, but it didn't take me long to realize that it wasn't just me. There was another little whispery, singsong voice counting with me. That scared me because I knew I was alone, and then I realized that the voice was coming from my cat.

She would never go higher than ten, but her voice kept getting more and more urgent and it was freaking me out a little so I woke up to get away from it. The smoke detector was still chirping, but I ignored it as best I could until daylight. I got some 9 volt batteries today, so hopefully that won't happen again any time soon.

Ok, ok, I had such a weird dream last night and the main thing I remember is that John Waters was teaching a Sunday school class.

There was also something about going back to week-long art camp at my old college, but none of the people I was friends with would talk to me so I ended up wandering around hallways and rooftops and that's how I stumbled onto the Sunday school room. There was also someone named Victor that I wanted to impress, but I don't know anybody in real life named Victor and he wasn't interested in hanging out in the dream either.

But still! John Waters! Teaching Sunday school!

I dreamt of plane crashes the other night. And not just normal planes, massive, first scene of Star Wars kinda deals. I was at my folks' house and we were out on the deck and this giant, arrowhead-shaped plane thing was cruising over the mountain. It listed to the side and then tipped forward and rolled over all in slow motion and then just dove into the pasture out there. It exploded into a fireball and even though it was just over the next hill, there wasn't a sound.

I ran to call 911 and they didn't believe me. So I was yelling at the phone that I could see it burning and to get somebody out here, when another plane-thing shows up and it crashes too! And I'm getting hysterical and screaming "There'sanotheronethere'sanotherone! Oh my God!" and the operator on the other end is all "Nope, nope. I still don't see anything."

I woke up all irritated. It's probably a new take on an old stress dream, like when you try to run and you can't, or trying to find someone all through a building,(in my case,it's usually my old high school) or when you're rushing around trying to save all the kittens or feed all the fish or whatever. I don't handle frustration well, awake or asleep.

I dreamed I was asleep in a bed between two fictional characters I tend to be fangirly about. There was nothing sexual about it. We were asleep. Then the one on the edge of the bed towards the room raised up on an elbow and shook me awake to point to the closet where there was a ghost materializing. He had been telling me about it earlier in a scene not shown, and knew I wanted to see it.

So I woke up enough to watch and the ghost took the form of my Grandma. She just stood there in my closet, shimmering and smiling, and I remember thinking 'I didn't even know she had died!', but she looked so sweet and happy, I wasn't upset.

I went back to sleep, and there was a dream-jump where my Mom called to tell me, and I told her I already knew and she asked how, and I said that I had just seen her ghost in the closet. … Or maybe I dreamed that conversation while sleeping in the original dream … I better check to see if the top is still spinning or something.

Anyway, I've been cruising the online dream dictionary to find out what it means, and wishing I knew where my actual dream dictionary was. My bet is on it being in the craft's hut back home, probably in a tupperware container. It won't be long before I can find out.

I had dreams I only remember pieces of. There was the whole part about being late for class, and something about steampunk copper wristwatches that you could send little text messages on. There was the group of people that I had known forever (but upon waking I had no idea who they all were). There was something about the sun setting over the trees and there was some body of water, maybe a lake, with a small tide coming in. I kept getting my feet wet and was throwing the broken glass I found back out so that it could be smoothed out by the time it was washed up again. There's probably some symbolism there.

I didn’t do any classwork at ALL yesterday. I did eat five different kinds of pie, two of which are still in my fridge for a late breakfast. I also actually did some artwork. It is pretty bad. I haven’t done decent fanart in a long time and this is borderline terrible. But, mellowed by all the pie, I posted it anyway.

Meanwhile, a snippet of conversation remembered from a dream:

“Is he trustworthy?”

“He’s a mercenary. As long as the checks clear, he’s your boy.”



Now, back to research paper.