Essay Topic: The X-Men, And How They Melt My Brain (in a good way :P)

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Went to the Ashy on Friday night after work. Ashlee went home early because her leg was hurting, and getting worse with time; Curtis went with her to make sure she was ok. Sara, who was back from Gosford, and Simon, her friend, left at the same time, because Sara had work in Gosford the next morning, and few of us actually like Simon. That left Lynn, Amy, Kelly and myself. We're still not sure if Lynn is ignoring Kelly's advances, or if they're too subtle for him to notice, but apparently she's giving up hope in him. Her boyfriend would be so happy to know that :P

Yesterday, I continued my watching of X-Men, the original animated series, online. I'm actually surprised by how many of them I've seen. I was under the impression that I'd missed these huge gaps in stories, when really it's more like just a few scenes here and there. I was the same way when Buffy repeats came to the Sci Fi Channel. Maybe I just need to get past the second season for there to be more episodes I've missed. Retro X-Men are love.

And talking about the X-Men, my dream last night was seriously odd. As I was falling to sleep, getting into the first REM cycles, I kept having X-Men show up. This might have had something to do with my watchnig two seasons in as many days, or with my playing the Marvel card game on my DS, where I'm in an X-Men stage. But, every time one of them showed up (it happened two or three times), I flinched and woke up. I remember thinking that the last one was an especially weird time to have flinched, but I can't remember why; all I remember of it is that Gambit was there.

After I did actually get to sleep, one of my dreams had me in a dark room, and I wasn't supposed to be there. Someone came in, and we (there was someone else there) had to hide. So, of course, I went to the wall and just lay flat against it, with the logic "If I can't see you, you can't see me", and a weird feeling like I was pulling the darkness, or maybe the wall itself, around me to cover and hide myself. We weren't seen. The next thing I remember, I'm in the same room, though there's more light now, and I'm talking to this guy. He looked a lot like Mel Gibson, I think. Apparently, I really like him, so I just started kissing him, and though he was taken aback at first, he was ok with it. Anyway, all of a sudden, I see that his arms have been sliced off clean through the shoulders and that he is now dead, though smiling and literally showing every single tooth in his mouth.

Freddy Kruger had been to visit, and somehow I hadn't noticed. What else is there to do but scream at a time like this? That, and go on a journey through several different Star Trek Voyager episodes (my brother is a big Trekky, and they had a Deep Space 9 marathon on yesterday) to kill this monster (no longer Freddy, it had changed into something, though I have forgotten what, if it was ever more than just Impending Doooom). I remember setting up containment fields with things that looked like a cross between drum pads and those static electricity orbs with the purple lightning you put your hands on, except they were all white and grey. I remember crawling along an overhead storage shelf full of boxes to get at something, possibly the Impending Doooom to kill it while it was vulnerable? (I remember thinking there was only a little time left for me to get there before it would be pointless). I remember being chased. A lot. And I have these half-formed memories of this grey baby-looking creature and a guy in uniform in a pitch black area with inconsistent green flashes of light, still in a highly Trekked environment. I confronted the Impending Doooom a couple of times, and either fought or sought to protect myself/run away.

I don't remember how the dream ended, or if there was anything else to it, but I wasn't woken halfway through - I woke of my own accord before my alarm!! How unusual. And, unfortunately, I think may have been just a little too complex to revisit; I don't know if this is common or not, but I have, on occassion, returned to dreams I've had previously, making them play-out the same way as before. And not just when I've been woken up, quite rudely, by people in the kitchen below, and decided to go back to sleep. I'm talking days, weeks, months later. One in particular that I remember was being chased through my house by a T-Rex, and I'd go and hide under my bed and look out through the door into the hall, and watch its feet walk confusedly past.

Oh, and while on the topic of T-Rexes, I've been hearing all these whoomphs from a way away this morning. They honestly sound like some hugely gigantic animal lumbering down the street. Except that there's only one or two at a time. Weirdness. And it's not a car backfiring, or car doors being slammed. It's an impact sound, from something heavy, and fast, and of dust-cloud-raising potential. I am much intrigued, but am worried that my Dinosaur Repelant Bat Spray is running low.

Now that it's nearly midday, and I've posted for my online readings journal on WebCT, and I have as much of my dream down as I remmeber, I think I should go have some breakfast.

*nods*

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[yodallama.livejournal.com]

A few weeks ago, a tree fell into/across our emu enclosure, which broke two parts of the fence, one place at the front, and one on the side next to it...and my first thought was that a T-Rex ran through. I swear that's what it looked like.