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Apr. 6th, 2007 03:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adiva_calandiaI'm sleeping really badly tonight -- it's 3:40 AM and I've woken up at least twice. Probably 'cause I'm wearing my retainers for the first time in a long while and my mouth hurts.
Anyway, had a crazy dream that I wanted to write down before I went back to sleep and forgot it.
So Mom, Dad, and I are driving along and we keep seeing momma and baby moose frolicking in the melting snow on the side of the road. Not really frolicking, like Bambi, just chilling and eating like moose do. And then we come to this whole group of moose familys (no bulls, though) hanging out, and there're all these people wandering around right up next to the moose and petting them and so forth.
We go "Those idiots. Let's go hang out with them!" and end up wandering around in the field with the moose and the idiots. While wandering, I kick a chunk of snow; it ricochets off a hill, breaks up, and attracts the attention of this adorable little baby moose, way less than a year old (and already the size of a German hepherd), who starts playing around in it. While I'm watching and going "AWWWWW . . ."
Here comes Momma Moose (who briefly was a llama moose. Seriously.) and she's pissed that I'm, I don't know, corrupting her innocent little moosebebe with snow or something. Anyway. I turn around so as not to make eye contact and provoke her further and start walking slowly away. She follows, grabbing the end of my ponytail and nipping at it with each step. Mom and Dad, wise people that they are, stay out of the way.
This is where it started to get weird.
I finally came to a building -- evidently part of the university campus -- and saw another girl, cropped blonde hair, wearing some kind of apron/uniform thing. I called out to her. Momma Moose was still chewing on my hair and berating me.
"Hold open the door!" I yelled. "I'm coming in and the moose isn't!"
She blinked at me, shrugged, and went to hold open the door. I sped up; Momma Moose kept pace. I got through the door and pulled it shut behind me as hard as I could. Unfortunately, the door swung both ways with no jamb, so it rebounded and opened right up for Momma Moose, and then proceeded to close very, very slowly.
Momma Moose, who had turned into a very tall, very broad woman in a green tank top, looked past me and the closing door into the building and said, "I can come in here. I've been here before."
"No way," I yelled back, pulling the door shut. She gave me a hurt look and finally turned to go, relieving me of the desire to shove her in the chest. [Dreamer's Note: Shoving moose in the chest is a bad way to make them go away.]
I turned around and patted myself down, realizing I'd left my cell phone in my coat, which was with Mom and Dad in the field. I looked around for pay-phones and spotted a bank of very high-tech looking ones, all with 25¢ prominently displayed in the upper left corner. I hurried over, digging out a quarter.
Not one slot on the machine would accept a quarter.
Frantic, I pulled out all my change and started searching for two dimes and a quarter. Two guys -- one dark, one blond, both in their mid-20's -- were doing stuff on either side of me, and somehow we started talking about the town my dad grew up in. It turned out that the blond was from there, too, and knew the restaurant that my uncle runs there.
About that time, I finally got panicked by all the moose goings-on, decided the phone call could wait, and started looking around for a computer to check my e-mail and write an LJ entry on.
Even when I'm dreaming, I'm addicted. *facepalm*
Anyway, I snuck onto a computer that belonged to some Spanish woman working behind a desk next to the bank of pay-phones. She had Microsoft Word and Firefox open; one of the tabs in Firefox was Gmail. Rather than screw with her stuff, I opened up Internet Explorer and went to the Gmail homepage.
And then blinked. A lot. Because apparently I had been there before, a long time ago. The login name and password from one of my old e-mail addresses were already entered into the appropriate boxes. After a minute, I shrugged, pulled up LJ, and started to type.
I didn't get far into writing the first half of this entry, though (almost verbatim), before I was attacked by conscience and headed back for the phones to call Mom and Dad. I thanked the woman whose computer I had stolen onto.
Scene cuts to the field, where the sun is setting behind my increasingly worried mom.
And then I woke up.
Weirdest literal dream ever.
My teeth hurt. :(
Anyway, had a crazy dream that I wanted to write down before I went back to sleep and forgot it.
So Mom, Dad, and I are driving along and we keep seeing momma and baby moose frolicking in the melting snow on the side of the road. Not really frolicking, like Bambi, just chilling and eating like moose do. And then we come to this whole group of moose familys (no bulls, though) hanging out, and there're all these people wandering around right up next to the moose and petting them and so forth.
We go "Those idiots. Let's go hang out with them!" and end up wandering around in the field with the moose and the idiots. While wandering, I kick a chunk of snow; it ricochets off a hill, breaks up, and attracts the attention of this adorable little baby moose, way less than a year old (and already the size of a German hepherd), who starts playing around in it. While I'm watching and going "AWWWWW . . ."
Here comes Momma Moose (who briefly was a llama moose. Seriously.) and she's pissed that I'm, I don't know, corrupting her innocent little moosebebe with snow or something. Anyway. I turn around so as not to make eye contact and provoke her further and start walking slowly away. She follows, grabbing the end of my ponytail and nipping at it with each step. Mom and Dad, wise people that they are, stay out of the way.
This is where it started to get weird.
I finally came to a building -- evidently part of the university campus -- and saw another girl, cropped blonde hair, wearing some kind of apron/uniform thing. I called out to her. Momma Moose was still chewing on my hair and berating me.
"Hold open the door!" I yelled. "I'm coming in and the moose isn't!"
She blinked at me, shrugged, and went to hold open the door. I sped up; Momma Moose kept pace. I got through the door and pulled it shut behind me as hard as I could. Unfortunately, the door swung both ways with no jamb, so it rebounded and opened right up for Momma Moose, and then proceeded to close very, very slowly.
Momma Moose, who had turned into a very tall, very broad woman in a green tank top, looked past me and the closing door into the building and said, "I can come in here. I've been here before."
"No way," I yelled back, pulling the door shut. She gave me a hurt look and finally turned to go, relieving me of the desire to shove her in the chest. [Dreamer's Note: Shoving moose in the chest is a bad way to make them go away.]
I turned around and patted myself down, realizing I'd left my cell phone in my coat, which was with Mom and Dad in the field. I looked around for pay-phones and spotted a bank of very high-tech looking ones, all with 25¢ prominently displayed in the upper left corner. I hurried over, digging out a quarter.
Not one slot on the machine would accept a quarter.
Frantic, I pulled out all my change and started searching for two dimes and a quarter. Two guys -- one dark, one blond, both in their mid-20's -- were doing stuff on either side of me, and somehow we started talking about the town my dad grew up in. It turned out that the blond was from there, too, and knew the restaurant that my uncle runs there.
About that time, I finally got panicked by all the moose goings-on, decided the phone call could wait, and started looking around for a computer to check my e-mail and write an LJ entry on.
Even when I'm dreaming, I'm addicted. *facepalm*
Anyway, I snuck onto a computer that belonged to some Spanish woman working behind a desk next to the bank of pay-phones. She had Microsoft Word and Firefox open; one of the tabs in Firefox was Gmail. Rather than screw with her stuff, I opened up Internet Explorer and went to the Gmail homepage.
And then blinked. A lot. Because apparently I had been there before, a long time ago. The login name and password from one of my old e-mail addresses were already entered into the appropriate boxes. After a minute, I shrugged, pulled up LJ, and started to type.
I didn't get far into writing the first half of this entry, though (almost verbatim), before I was attacked by conscience and headed back for the phones to call Mom and Dad. I thanked the woman whose computer I had stolen onto.
Scene cuts to the field, where the sun is setting behind my increasingly worried mom.
And then I woke up.
Weirdest literal dream ever.
My teeth hurt. :(
