why am I not surprised?
Tuesday, 25 September 2007 11:42 amBloody faculty has once again failed to pay me. There is consternation in the ranks of my credit card. I have applied ceremonial face-paint and, just as soon as someone answers my e-mail, will be on the warpath. Life being clearly boring and predictable, I shall devote the rest of this post to dreams, as they're more interesting. (
schedule5 suggests I set up a community for dream-postage and discussion - would people use/want this?)
Last Night I Dreamed: a sort of modern tech thriller thingy, entailing an extremely convoluted game of Risk and a secret agent with a habit of bouncing rubber balls against the wall. We removed him and eradicated all evidence from his flat, from which the police were carefully removing the sofa, by blowing it up with a sort of shiny circular light-studded gadget thingy. Later, Bai Ling seduced some unfortunate techy-dweeb in a lift, with the express purpose of causing him to burst into flame. Fortunately I woke up at that point, so he presumably escaped.
The night before, I was travelling through a post-apocalyptic South Africa with a group of people (why is it always a group? I want epic solitary quests, dammit!), and we stopped in a small border town, staying in a large house that had been abandoned by its occupants. I was sleeping in a child's bedroom, with the kid's drawings and stuff all around; the child herself turned out to be hiding in the room, watching us. Later I was all worried about picking up my second passport for crossing the border, and went out into the town to look for the relevant office. Walking down the street, I fell head-first down a large ant-bear hole, and stuck. At this point in the dream I was, for some reason, Sarah Michelle Gellar; I was all worried that people would see me scratched and grubby with my hair full of sand. Pulling myself out of the hole was exceptionally difficult, but I managed it in the end. (OK, this one is very easy to read as career angst.)
Actually, just remembered, had one of those weird hypnagogic hallucinations as I was drifting off to sleep on Sunday night: was convinced someone had fired a Buffy-style stake from a gun in through the window at me. I actually heard the damned thing hit the floor. I put it down to the extreme kick of gin and tonic as constructed by stv.
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Last Night I Dreamed: a sort of modern tech thriller thingy, entailing an extremely convoluted game of Risk and a secret agent with a habit of bouncing rubber balls against the wall. We removed him and eradicated all evidence from his flat, from which the police were carefully removing the sofa, by blowing it up with a sort of shiny circular light-studded gadget thingy. Later, Bai Ling seduced some unfortunate techy-dweeb in a lift, with the express purpose of causing him to burst into flame. Fortunately I woke up at that point, so he presumably escaped.
The night before, I was travelling through a post-apocalyptic South Africa with a group of people (why is it always a group? I want epic solitary quests, dammit!), and we stopped in a small border town, staying in a large house that had been abandoned by its occupants. I was sleeping in a child's bedroom, with the kid's drawings and stuff all around; the child herself turned out to be hiding in the room, watching us. Later I was all worried about picking up my second passport for crossing the border, and went out into the town to look for the relevant office. Walking down the street, I fell head-first down a large ant-bear hole, and stuck. At this point in the dream I was, for some reason, Sarah Michelle Gellar; I was all worried that people would see me scratched and grubby with my hair full of sand. Pulling myself out of the hole was exceptionally difficult, but I managed it in the end. (OK, this one is very easy to read as career angst.)
Actually, just remembered, had one of those weird hypnagogic hallucinations as I was drifting off to sleep on Sunday night: was convinced someone had fired a Buffy-style stake from a gun in through the window at me. I actually heard the damned thing hit the floor. I put it down to the extreme kick of gin and tonic as constructed by stv.