head a splode

[freckles_and_doubt]

I think the irony is that my current three-day headache is, in fact, a result of all the muscle relaxants I took on Friday in order to survive the Shire meeting. Damned codeine knock-on effects, mutter mutter. Either that, or I'm drinking too much. Curse the gin, she mutters. Tonight I shall drink water.

I have realised that a hitherto unregarded factor in my extra-vivid dreams might, of course, simply be the fact that I've been working with fairy tale for the last ten years. All that symbolic wossname has to go somewhere. Last night's dreams were extra trippy, entailing the exploration, as the youngest of three brothers in the approved fairy-tale fashion, of a massive, beautifully preserved, utterly empty medieval castle. I was able to find my way around because I'd carefully kept the hair given to me by the wise old person on the road to the castle: if I held the hair in my hand, it pulled in the right direction. Said brothers had failed to retain the hair, and fistfuls of their own hair didn't work at all. One of those smug dreams, actually.

My doom is calling. Now I have to go and be very coherent about postmodernism to a particularly bright bunch of third-years. I don't see this working well at all.

Comments

[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

Over the weekend I dreamt that the new venue for Monday afternoon tuts would only seat 10 people, which left me trying to figure out student to tutor ratios for the available venues. You have much more interesting dreams.

[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

and last night I dreamt that a student came by my office to pick up a notebook he left there a few days ago.
Interesting side note: only 10 people came (in reality) to the new Monday tut... freaky stuff...

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Eep! Prophetic dreams, so disconcerting! But I think literal dreams do have a certain utility, if only in getting a handle on what your subconscious actually wants of you. Last night I dreamed I grew wings. This may be a particularly lateral response to the current runaround Short Loan is giving me, but I somehow doubt it ;>.

Wings

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

Were they grand sweeping wings, a la Angel from X-Men, or little stubby dark wings, a la the Balrog? ;)

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

White feathery angel wings. They itched :>. I seem to have spent a lot of the dream trying to find a way up onto the roof, through a maze of passages and ladders and things, so I could actually launch, so I have no idea if they actually flew or not. Frustrating. I love flying dreams, although mine almost never include actual wings.

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

p.s. Hey! was that a troll for hopeless Tolkien geekery? clearly I'm not enough of a Tolkien geek to care very deeply about whether a Balrog has wings. (For the record, no, I don't think it does). Shall re-establish my Tolkgeek street cred with a gratuitous Aragorn pic.

Re: Wings

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

Erm, no it wasn't actually - it was the first thing I could think of that had short stubby wings. No slur on your Tolkien street cred intended. Nice pic also.

trippy

[d-hofryn.livejournal.com]

Your dreams are great, you hardly ever dream that a serial killer is leaving the mutilated corpses of his victims at your front door. I suspect our reading matter is indeed responsible.

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

OMG cool icon!!1!
and other fangirly noises.

I very, very seldom have nightmares, in the sense of dreams about death or corpses: mine are more about mundane things becoming inexplicably threatening. Last night I also dreamed that the wall above my bed was collapsing. Again. Disconcerting, waking up pressed to the wall trying to hold it back.

Re: trippy

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

I've actually had the ceiling above my bed collapse on me, while I was in bed, so I think it's always better to be safe than sorry.

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

OMG! I really didn't need to know that, I had the dream again last night without that kind of encouragement ... memo to self, must talk to Evil Landlord about my seriously damp and rotting bedroom walls...

Why on earth did the ceiling collapse on you? Acrobatic elephants for upstairs neighbours?

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[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

A combination of rotting ceiling plaster and concrete and large upstairs neighbours I think. I remember hearing a sort of groaning creaking noise and barely had time to turn onto my stomach before everything collapsed on me. No major injuries fortunately, just a bit of shock and some cuts and bruises I think. The landlord was particularly slimy and even tried to wiggle out of paying repairs. I also developed a fear of sleeping in that room and left that flat as soon as I could.

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[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

Cool icon btw!! The Doctor! Exterminate!

Ahem.

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

V. enamoured of the new Who serieses: I'm currently watching the second half of the second series, courtesy of strawberryfrog, and David Tennant is seriously growing on me (Cybermen last night, too classic!). Although I think my heart still belongs to the Christopher Eccleston incarnation. Sigh.

Re: trippy

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

Yes, Eccleston was brilliant, and much darker than Tennant, who is sometimes a tad hysterical.

Much as I love the Doctor, this I'm quite glad about:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2006/08/21/rose_tyler_canned/