Funny Dream and a Scoop of Sorts
Jul. 17th, 2004 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dagas_isaSo Dagas has her room assignments now, and in the real life it is the exact room that Sochi and Dagas had requested on their application form. So that rocks, especially because they're still on the first floor and closer to the bathroom and two of the three exits, just not the one by IT.
However, I had the absolute cracked up dream about rooms, and therefore I'm going to recount it.
I get dropped of at Newman, and there's no unloading of the car, and for the moment, I wonder if my parents just drove off, but being brain dead and in a dream, I shrug and go about the business of dreaming about the residence. So I go to the cafeteria for lunch, and I sit at a random spot. And in front of all the seats on the the table there's a folder and on the front is a number. Mine is 1000. There's also 'minion' or 'morning minion' printed on the front of the folder. Not that it matters, but I'm just a plain old minion. I'm so sad. Apparently, this means that I do my minioning in the afternoon as opposed to the crack of dawn.
Anyway, Sochi comes and sits down across from me, and we seem to figure out that 1000 is our room number. Now if I were not dreaming, I would notice the building growing another 6 or 16 stories as the dream will later make necessary. But I don't, so I kinda have to deal. Fortunately with this sudden sprouting of the building, elevators also bloomed, and therefore Dagas doesn't have to walk up 10 stories. Or 20.
So, I get to room 1000, and while it's reasonably large for a dorm room, there's only one bed. Sure there's the love seat thingie for the foot board that looks like the front seat of a car and another one behind the head of the bed. And so then boys are coming in, and I wonder if they're our roommates, when they look just as puzzled as I do about the arrangment. So I figure I'm in the wrong room, and when I look at my assignment, I'm actually on the 19th floor and somewhere down the hall a bit. So I listen to the boys a bit, and do another double take when a couple of girls move in. (And I'll mention, for the people on my friend's list who aren't pervs, that the boys and girls have obviously separated rooms. The dream isn't that cracked), but eventually I go on my merry way.
And I'm magically on the 19th floor despite not going out and taking an elevator, but then I realize that I'm not on the 19th floor, I'm on the 20th floor and this time the elevator isn't going to magically pick me up. So I go out to where the elevators are, and I realize that the architecture of the building has changed a bit. And by a bit, I mean that the brick exterior and catholic decor are gone and replaced by glass and greenery. All glass. Including the narrow catwalk between where the dorm rooms are and where the elevators are. Okay, heights are maybe one of the things that I don't have a real hang up about, but this whole idea of walking on a glass catwalk over 19 stories really, really sucks. I do make the walk and I make it without falling to my death or, even better, without tossing my cookies. And there are two elevators, one of which doesn't catch my eye for some reason, and the other one that's on the 19th floor right now. Lucky me. I only have one story left to go. So, I decide that instead of waiting for the non-descript elevator, I'll take the one that's already on the 19th floor. Only, I realize that it's going down, and because I'm going up, that elevator isn't going to help me any at the moment. So I wait for the other elevator anyway. And when it comes, of course I go to the 20th floor and end this dream.
Kidding. Actually, I'm going down. Which I guess is a good thing because my parents have arrive with a load of my junk. Somehow I see this funky non-objective sculpture (and you have no clue how long it took me to remember the term 'non-objective') and a song starts playing. The sculpture is supposed to represent the song, and so I and the rest of my family stare at it, only I realize that some pieces of the sculpture have broken off. The song ends. Everyone grabs something and goes to my room. And that's where the dream ends.
So back to the not-so-strange world.
FFVIII wise, I'm on disk four, and because the characters are a bit bland to make fun of, I'll eventually work on getting making fun of the GFs. Because really the GFs have all the charm and personality in the game, and if this were Kussro's class, they'd be the ones to do math problems on the board.
Starless wise, I'm about four pages into Wonderland, although I don't know how long the part is going to end up being. I might just write the whole thing up to the point where I know I want a chapter break (i.e. the plot twist that everyone remembers from KH) and see if there's any good stopping points on the way and if the chapter is long enough to warrant extra breaks. Wonderland will be two chapters minimum, excluding the really dramatic stuff afterward tha warrants it's own part.
Work wise, the rash is going away, or at least the itchy part is going away. Although according to somethings I found on the internet, my rash was caused by the completely unavoidable wild parsnip interacting with the UV rays of the somewhat more avoidable sun. See folks, why sunscreen is the miracle cream. In other news, of all the insects and creepy things that I run into in the garden, the worst are these little beetles. It's mating season, and motels don't exist in the beetle world. Ick. And then yesterday One beetle seemed to be using me as a combination Lamaze coach, OB-GYN, and delivery room, which I didn't put up with at all. And oh yes, if anyone has heard the rumors of the wife of Foltos being pregnant, she is. So congrats to her.
Home wise, the relatives are in town. They don't seem as annoying as they were two years ago. That's good. Of course their mom is in town as well. And I'm realizing that the Brits are just as weird as the Canadians. ^_^ Apparently only the United Statesians are normal. And I guess this is where I make an apology, and say that I'm just teasing all you wonderful people, whether they're from Canadia, Englishland, or United Statesia.
And that's it for now.
Over and out.
However, I had the absolute cracked up dream about rooms, and therefore I'm going to recount it.
I get dropped of at Newman, and there's no unloading of the car, and for the moment, I wonder if my parents just drove off, but being brain dead and in a dream, I shrug and go about the business of dreaming about the residence. So I go to the cafeteria for lunch, and I sit at a random spot. And in front of all the seats on the the table there's a folder and on the front is a number. Mine is 1000. There's also 'minion' or 'morning minion' printed on the front of the folder. Not that it matters, but I'm just a plain old minion. I'm so sad. Apparently, this means that I do my minioning in the afternoon as opposed to the crack of dawn.
Anyway, Sochi comes and sits down across from me, and we seem to figure out that 1000 is our room number. Now if I were not dreaming, I would notice the building growing another 6 or 16 stories as the dream will later make necessary. But I don't, so I kinda have to deal. Fortunately with this sudden sprouting of the building, elevators also bloomed, and therefore Dagas doesn't have to walk up 10 stories. Or 20.
So, I get to room 1000, and while it's reasonably large for a dorm room, there's only one bed. Sure there's the love seat thingie for the foot board that looks like the front seat of a car and another one behind the head of the bed. And so then boys are coming in, and I wonder if they're our roommates, when they look just as puzzled as I do about the arrangment. So I figure I'm in the wrong room, and when I look at my assignment, I'm actually on the 19th floor and somewhere down the hall a bit. So I listen to the boys a bit, and do another double take when a couple of girls move in. (And I'll mention, for the people on my friend's list who aren't pervs, that the boys and girls have obviously separated rooms. The dream isn't that cracked), but eventually I go on my merry way.
And I'm magically on the 19th floor despite not going out and taking an elevator, but then I realize that I'm not on the 19th floor, I'm on the 20th floor and this time the elevator isn't going to magically pick me up. So I go out to where the elevators are, and I realize that the architecture of the building has changed a bit. And by a bit, I mean that the brick exterior and catholic decor are gone and replaced by glass and greenery. All glass. Including the narrow catwalk between where the dorm rooms are and where the elevators are. Okay, heights are maybe one of the things that I don't have a real hang up about, but this whole idea of walking on a glass catwalk over 19 stories really, really sucks. I do make the walk and I make it without falling to my death or, even better, without tossing my cookies. And there are two elevators, one of which doesn't catch my eye for some reason, and the other one that's on the 19th floor right now. Lucky me. I only have one story left to go. So, I decide that instead of waiting for the non-descript elevator, I'll take the one that's already on the 19th floor. Only, I realize that it's going down, and because I'm going up, that elevator isn't going to help me any at the moment. So I wait for the other elevator anyway. And when it comes, of course I go to the 20th floor and end this dream.
Kidding. Actually, I'm going down. Which I guess is a good thing because my parents have arrive with a load of my junk. Somehow I see this funky non-objective sculpture (and you have no clue how long it took me to remember the term 'non-objective') and a song starts playing. The sculpture is supposed to represent the song, and so I and the rest of my family stare at it, only I realize that some pieces of the sculpture have broken off. The song ends. Everyone grabs something and goes to my room. And that's where the dream ends.
So back to the not-so-strange world.
FFVIII wise, I'm on disk four, and because the characters are a bit bland to make fun of, I'll eventually work on getting making fun of the GFs. Because really the GFs have all the charm and personality in the game, and if this were Kussro's class, they'd be the ones to do math problems on the board.
Starless wise, I'm about four pages into Wonderland, although I don't know how long the part is going to end up being. I might just write the whole thing up to the point where I know I want a chapter break (i.e. the plot twist that everyone remembers from KH) and see if there's any good stopping points on the way and if the chapter is long enough to warrant extra breaks. Wonderland will be two chapters minimum, excluding the really dramatic stuff afterward tha warrants it's own part.
Work wise, the rash is going away, or at least the itchy part is going away. Although according to somethings I found on the internet, my rash was caused by the completely unavoidable wild parsnip interacting with the UV rays of the somewhat more avoidable sun. See folks, why sunscreen is the miracle cream. In other news, of all the insects and creepy things that I run into in the garden, the worst are these little beetles. It's mating season, and motels don't exist in the beetle world. Ick. And then yesterday One beetle seemed to be using me as a combination Lamaze coach, OB-GYN, and delivery room, which I didn't put up with at all. And oh yes, if anyone has heard the rumors of the wife of Foltos being pregnant, she is. So congrats to her.
Home wise, the relatives are in town. They don't seem as annoying as they were two years ago. That's good. Of course their mom is in town as well. And I'm realizing that the Brits are just as weird as the Canadians. ^_^ Apparently only the United Statesians are normal. And I guess this is where I make an apology, and say that I'm just teasing all you wonderful people, whether they're from Canadia, Englishland, or United Statesia.
And that's it for now.
Over and out.
