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adiva_calandiaSlept a lot later than intended, and had weird dreams.
The first definitely involved Sandra and HRG Bennet (Lyle, too, for a bit), and I think I was Claire, and I was trying to get Sandra and myself out of the house because we were being chased by the Company. I think HRG must've sold us out, or I thought he had, because I was perfectly happy to leave him in the house for the Company to find.
But. *squints* The Company wasn't after me/us because any of us were mutants, but because we were harboring aliens. As in space aliens, not Maya and Alejandro. So they were like MiB meets the Company as run by Stryker? Bad combo.
The scene I remember best is Sandra and Noah lying unconscious on the floor, knocked out by someone or something -- maybe even me -- and me trying desperately to get Sandra up on her feet and out to the car, because I was going to blow up the room as soon as we were out, with HRG inside.
I dreamt that scene a couple of times, is the weird thing, and the first time it went off right -- I had the right James Bond-style tiny little explosives, and I threw them into the room and got the hell out. Another time, though, I couldn't find the JBSTL explosives, and the Company was breaking down the door, and HRG was waking up, so I was forced to help both of them up and run for the car, where Lyle was waiting, with the Company on our heels.
Exciting!
The next dream was, I think, vaguely connected to the first through some series of events that I don't remember, but it sure seems to me to have been a completely different storyline. This time I was Milliways!Nita being held in a cell by evil!s7!Tony's henchmen -- but when evil!s7!Tony came down to the cell, he basically went, "Oh, shit, it's Nita, I can't hold you prisoner. G'wan, then."
And then I ran around the rather lovely mansion above the cells, which was peopled by servants dressed like washed-out geishas who weren't perturbed at all by me being an escaped prisoner, and then hid under a blanket because people who would be perturbed by me being an escaped prisoner were coming into the room.
Moral of the story is probably "Watch less TV," which will be easy to fulfill since I start crew next week, and then my soul belongs entire to the School of Drama.
The first definitely involved Sandra and HRG Bennet (Lyle, too, for a bit), and I think I was Claire, and I was trying to get Sandra and myself out of the house because we were being chased by the Company. I think HRG must've sold us out, or I thought he had, because I was perfectly happy to leave him in the house for the Company to find.
But. *squints* The Company wasn't after me/us because any of us were mutants, but because we were harboring aliens. As in space aliens, not Maya and Alejandro. So they were like MiB meets the Company as run by Stryker? Bad combo.
The scene I remember best is Sandra and Noah lying unconscious on the floor, knocked out by someone or something -- maybe even me -- and me trying desperately to get Sandra up on her feet and out to the car, because I was going to blow up the room as soon as we were out, with HRG inside.
I dreamt that scene a couple of times, is the weird thing, and the first time it went off right -- I had the right James Bond-style tiny little explosives, and I threw them into the room and got the hell out. Another time, though, I couldn't find the JBSTL explosives, and the Company was breaking down the door, and HRG was waking up, so I was forced to help both of them up and run for the car, where Lyle was waiting, with the Company on our heels.
Exciting!
The next dream was, I think, vaguely connected to the first through some series of events that I don't remember, but it sure seems to me to have been a completely different storyline. This time I was Milliways!Nita being held in a cell by evil!s7!Tony's henchmen -- but when evil!s7!Tony came down to the cell, he basically went, "Oh, shit, it's Nita, I can't hold you prisoner. G'wan, then."
And then I ran around the rather lovely mansion above the cells, which was peopled by servants dressed like washed-out geishas who weren't perturbed at all by me being an escaped prisoner, and then hid under a blanket because people who would be perturbed by me being an escaped prisoner were coming into the room.
Moral of the story is probably "Watch less TV," which will be easy to fulfill since I start crew next week, and then my soul belongs entire to the School of Drama.
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Date: 2007-11-10 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 06:49 pm (UTC)...And that's already thinking about it way too much.
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Date: 2007-11-10 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 08:15 pm (UTC)Though I could just ignore the part where it totally doesn't make sense with the backstory. :D
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Date: 2007-11-10 07:57 pm (UTC)Sounds like a Starbucks drink!
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Date: 2007-11-10 08:06 pm (UTC)Dude, I walked into Starbucks this afternoon and nearly freaked out. "HERE HAVE SOME CHRISTMAS." Wait until the day after Thanksgiving, at least? ;P
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Date: 2007-11-10 08:07 pm (UTC)