Last night's dreams
Thursday, 26 March 2015 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59There’s Also A Subplot About A Guy Who Fucks The Sheep. It’s Tastefully Done.*
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I was in a mall, standing in front of something that looked like a cross between a video game and one of those YOU ARE HERE signs. It had a touch screen, and you could decide . . . things. I don't really know what. There were several pages of options, like what language you wanted to use, and which element (air, fire, water, earth). I don't know what the point of this was, but I ended up with a beautiful picture that looked something like Whistler's Nocturne in Black and Gold (which is one of my favorite paintings). It was printed in a magazine—a really big magazine. (Big as in size, rather than really popular or influential. It was like eleven by fourteen inches.)
I tore the picture out and showed it to a friend, telling her I was going to frame it and hang it on my wall. She took it and folded it up and told me to put it in my pocket, which annoyed me, and I flattened it back out and stuck it back in the magazine.
There was an article about how Antonio Banderas had a huge head, and they proved it by showing a picture of just his head. Only it was just a really, really enlarged photo, and for some reason I was really pissed off about this. I had an argument with the magazine about it.
After that came the spelling bee stuff, which makes even less sense.
There was a spelling bee that was being held while the kids swam along a river. The best of the spellers was a girl who was a spelling savant (whatever that means). She was teaching the other children to spell as well as she did, and as she did, they started turning into small gold and jeweled frog charms. They kept swimming until they reached the ocean, then swam on to the Arctic Ocean. There was a lot of concern about this—though nobody tried to stop them—but a scientist explained that they were perfectly safe because the better speller you are, the more you're able to withstand cold temperatures. He didn't mention anything about them being made of gold and jewels.
They kept swimming, only instead of following the curve of the earth, they went in a straight line, first into the air, then into outer space, where they ended up in my picture.
I went back to the video game thing, to choose another scenario. But somehow I chose Egyptian as my language, and after that the screens didn't really offer any options. It was like, "Would you like to use the color brown?" and you could answer no, but then you couldn't go any further. It ended up giving me a very highly polished cave where Romulus and Remus lived, only they were Egyptian. They chased each other around a big rock while I was trying to talk to them—not easy, they were speaking Egyptian. (I know they're Roman, I don't know why they were speaking Egyptian.)
That's when the giant slug (it was a little shorter than me, which is still giant for a slug) showed up and began menacing me. It kept making snuffling noises at me. At first I tried to get away from it, but then I got very angry and told it that there was nothing it could do to me because I have a lot of German and Irish blood in me. I was giving it my entire genealogical breakdown when I woke up.
*BC, horrormovieaday.com
Posted simultaneously on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth.
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I was in a mall, standing in front of something that looked like a cross between a video game and one of those YOU ARE HERE signs. It had a touch screen, and you could decide . . . things. I don't really know what. There were several pages of options, like what language you wanted to use, and which element (air, fire, water, earth). I don't know what the point of this was, but I ended up with a beautiful picture that looked something like Whistler's Nocturne in Black and Gold (which is one of my favorite paintings). It was printed in a magazine—a really big magazine. (Big as in size, rather than really popular or influential. It was like eleven by fourteen inches.)
I tore the picture out and showed it to a friend, telling her I was going to frame it and hang it on my wall. She took it and folded it up and told me to put it in my pocket, which annoyed me, and I flattened it back out and stuck it back in the magazine.
There was an article about how Antonio Banderas had a huge head, and they proved it by showing a picture of just his head. Only it was just a really, really enlarged photo, and for some reason I was really pissed off about this. I had an argument with the magazine about it.
After that came the spelling bee stuff, which makes even less sense.
There was a spelling bee that was being held while the kids swam along a river. The best of the spellers was a girl who was a spelling savant (whatever that means). She was teaching the other children to spell as well as she did, and as she did, they started turning into small gold and jeweled frog charms. They kept swimming until they reached the ocean, then swam on to the Arctic Ocean. There was a lot of concern about this—though nobody tried to stop them—but a scientist explained that they were perfectly safe because the better speller you are, the more you're able to withstand cold temperatures. He didn't mention anything about them being made of gold and jewels.
They kept swimming, only instead of following the curve of the earth, they went in a straight line, first into the air, then into outer space, where they ended up in my picture.
I went back to the video game thing, to choose another scenario. But somehow I chose Egyptian as my language, and after that the screens didn't really offer any options. It was like, "Would you like to use the color brown?" and you could answer no, but then you couldn't go any further. It ended up giving me a very highly polished cave where Romulus and Remus lived, only they were Egyptian. They chased each other around a big rock while I was trying to talk to them—not easy, they were speaking Egyptian. (I know they're Roman, I don't know why they were speaking Egyptian.)
That's when the giant slug (it was a little shorter than me, which is still giant for a slug) showed up and began menacing me. It kept making snuffling noises at me. At first I tried to get away from it, but then I got very angry and told it that there was nothing it could do to me because I have a lot of German and Irish blood in me. I was giving it my entire genealogical breakdown when I woke up.
*BC, horrormovieaday.com
Posted simultaneously on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth.