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... in which there are pirates, musical cats, and DREAMS!
Ok, so my computer crashed after I'd written out just about all of last night's crazy fucked up dream. And they say Blue Screen Of Death is next to impossible on XP. Can't be bothered now, so dot points.
- Slashtalk after slashtalk after slashtalk, thanks to Miss Amy, K, and Musical Cat, all of whom made appearances in my dream.
- El was pregnant, with B the father, and they were 6 months in to the pregnancy when we finally found out. Both made appearances.
- Scene shift to uni where I share a dorm with lots of other people, including K - apparently my bestest friend.
- K and I fight and are Not Speaking
- Meet up with Alex and her Hoarde. Half the group goes to get results of a competition/exam/soemthing that's super smart people only.
- Am left with the ragtag emo types, all of whom are cool.
- Proceed to make out with one of them, after discussions of how gay someone from the year above at my school has turned out to be, which I found out as soon as he walked into a class of mine at uni.
- Make Out Partner is making weirdly sexual noises for being in a public space in broad daylight. Am worried about the position of his pants. Also, MOP doesn't know how to use his tongue. It is extremely not fun.
- Funny Guy across the table provides excellent reason to stop, as I can't keep making out through the laughter anyway.
- MOP professes his love for me, after only meeting me that afternoon. Bad enough that we were making out.
- Tell him after some time (and much fighting the urge to literally jump off the bench and run away) that he doesn't know me well enough to love me.
- He runs away, joins up with Alex and her Army, returns, and then begins to say things like "just because you're gorgeously tanned" and "just because you're not too fat and not too skinny" and, my personal favourite, "just because you wear makeup"... wtf?
- Protest to no avail. He's crying. I should be angry.
- Feel very much alone because I don't have anywhere to go of to to be alone - K isn't talking to me so I can't go back to our dorm, I don't have my own room, and Alex is being Upset With Me On MOP's Behalf.
- I walk away thinking I'll run away.
- In one of the corridors with stonework resembling those of the quad, there was a bunch of girls playing... I don't know what it's called actually. You know those games from primary school where you have those big elastic loops stretched out between two girls' legs, and you jump in and out of them (the phrase "banana split" comes to mind)? Well, this was like the hardcore Olympian's version - there was rainbow elastic crisscrossing every which way at ankle height, covering an area that must have been about 2m wide and 6 or 8m long. The girls were kicking it up a notch too by cross-breeding the game with hopscotch - there were two rather bouncy looking balls that they were throwing in, and the object of the game was to get from one side to the other, I think, via retrieving these balls.
- I, of course, thought this easy so I asked if I could just pop through their game quickly on my way to find loneliness and despair. They were more than happy to let me through, so long as I was happy to play my way across (far too complex a rainbow elastic pattern had been formed to pull it down for one guy), which I was. I took a couple of hops in and then realised it would be a lot easier to just take it in one hop, so I did. One hop upwards, brought my feet up under me, and twirled floatily across to the other side.
- At this point something started hunting me from outside the campus, and I'm pretty sure my act of float-hopping earnt me a role-revisal - I was no longer me, I was Princess Peach.
- I think I'd started to wake up by the time the thing hunting me had found me, because it was doing exactly what I wanted it to do so I could avoid it. I made my way to the centre of the Entrance Hall of the quad, where there is a big sign on the floor, a seal if you will. Apparently it's good for teleportation.
- I have no idea where I ended up, except that it was underground.
- WAKE UP AGAIN TIME!
In less dream-like news, we went to dinner in Newtown last night to celebrate Talk Like A Pirate Day. We didn't really talk like pirates that much, but we made up for it in our pirate outfits. I had my hoodie on for most of the time we were outside, because I'm not invulnerable to environmental cold (even the mild), so my pirateness was rather disguised, but I did have my bandana on for as long as my hair folicles could stand - still getting used to the new hair and the required modifications to the application of headwear.
Also... something... I swear I know there's more. Dammit.
Ok, so my computer crashed after I'd written out just about all of last night's crazy fucked up dream. And they say Blue Screen Of Death is next to impossible on XP. Can't be bothered now, so dot points.
- Slashtalk after slashtalk after slashtalk, thanks to Miss Amy, K, and Musical Cat, all of whom made appearances in my dream.
- El was pregnant, with B the father, and they were 6 months in to the pregnancy when we finally found out. Both made appearances.
- Scene shift to uni where I share a dorm with lots of other people, including K - apparently my bestest friend.
- K and I fight and are Not Speaking
- Meet up with Alex and her Hoarde. Half the group goes to get results of a competition/exam/soemthing that's super smart people only.
- Am left with the ragtag emo types, all of whom are cool.
- Proceed to make out with one of them, after discussions of how gay someone from the year above at my school has turned out to be, which I found out as soon as he walked into a class of mine at uni.
- Make Out Partner is making weirdly sexual noises for being in a public space in broad daylight. Am worried about the position of his pants. Also, MOP doesn't know how to use his tongue. It is extremely not fun.
- Funny Guy across the table provides excellent reason to stop, as I can't keep making out through the laughter anyway.
- MOP professes his love for me, after only meeting me that afternoon. Bad enough that we were making out.
- Tell him after some time (and much fighting the urge to literally jump off the bench and run away) that he doesn't know me well enough to love me.
- He runs away, joins up with Alex and her Army, returns, and then begins to say things like "just because you're gorgeously tanned" and "just because you're not too fat and not too skinny" and, my personal favourite, "just because you wear makeup"... wtf?
- Protest to no avail. He's crying. I should be angry.
- Feel very much alone because I don't have anywhere to go of to to be alone - K isn't talking to me so I can't go back to our dorm, I don't have my own room, and Alex is being Upset With Me On MOP's Behalf.
- I walk away thinking I'll run away.
- In one of the corridors with stonework resembling those of the quad, there was a bunch of girls playing... I don't know what it's called actually. You know those games from primary school where you have those big elastic loops stretched out between two girls' legs, and you jump in and out of them (the phrase "banana split" comes to mind)? Well, this was like the hardcore Olympian's version - there was rainbow elastic crisscrossing every which way at ankle height, covering an area that must have been about 2m wide and 6 or 8m long. The girls were kicking it up a notch too by cross-breeding the game with hopscotch - there were two rather bouncy looking balls that they were throwing in, and the object of the game was to get from one side to the other, I think, via retrieving these balls.
- I, of course, thought this easy so I asked if I could just pop through their game quickly on my way to find loneliness and despair. They were more than happy to let me through, so long as I was happy to play my way across (far too complex a rainbow elastic pattern had been formed to pull it down for one guy), which I was. I took a couple of hops in and then realised it would be a lot easier to just take it in one hop, so I did. One hop upwards, brought my feet up under me, and twirled floatily across to the other side.
- At this point something started hunting me from outside the campus, and I'm pretty sure my act of float-hopping earnt me a role-revisal - I was no longer me, I was Princess Peach.
- I think I'd started to wake up by the time the thing hunting me had found me, because it was doing exactly what I wanted it to do so I could avoid it. I made my way to the centre of the Entrance Hall of the quad, where there is a big sign on the floor, a seal if you will. Apparently it's good for teleportation.
- I have no idea where I ended up, except that it was underground.
- WAKE UP AGAIN TIME!
In less dream-like news, we went to dinner in Newtown last night to celebrate Talk Like A Pirate Day. We didn't really talk like pirates that much, but we made up for it in our pirate outfits. I had my hoodie on for most of the time we were outside, because I'm not invulnerable to environmental cold (even the mild), so my pirateness was rather disguised, but I did have my bandana on for as long as my hair folicles could stand - still getting used to the new hair and the required modifications to the application of headwear.
Also... something... I swear I know there's more. Dammit.
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That dream is at once completely hilarious, and makes me want to give you a big old hug because of all the loneliness and despair. I've already giggled, so have an e-hug, because my dream also ended with upsettingness: Awww, honey *Hugs you*
And I know what that game is called! I do. I honestly really do. It's definately... something. Something with a name. A name that I know. Or that I knew ten years ago. Dang.
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I did get to make out with a guy for a bit, though, as bad as it was. And he did have stubble and emo black hair. So the loneliness wasn't so bad. *accepts hugs anyways, and hugs back for your dream*
If you think that dream is hilarious though, you may want to check out a couple of the other dreams I've written up on here. The tagging should make that easier, too. And to add an extra layer of nummy icing to the cake I offer, there's even one that involves TORCHWOOD. :)
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Awww ♥
And I understand and appreciate your views on stubble. It really is hard to complain about stubble. Stubble and great hair.
Oh god, don't tempt me. I'm not to be whiling away time on the interwebs tonight. I will be strong! I can wait! Crazy Torchwood dreams have no power over me! Tomorrow, however...