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How can I have a nightmare about Alien when I have never seen Alien? How is that fair?

(I have had a nightmare about the 28 Days Later-verse before and have never seen those movies, either. Also not fair.)

Zombie dream. First one in a while.

I am counting it as a zombie dream because the motif was correct -- me, a group of people, being chased by a pack of monsters and attempting to secure a room against them.

It is not quite a zombie dream in actuality, though, because we were being chased by -- no, really -- rat creatures from Bone.

Which we were finally warding off with handfuls of quarters.

I think some kind of waitrat showed up too.

I . . . okay. The chase elements were still more than enough to wake me up shivering, along with trying to barricade glass doors that didn't lock and having to execute a member of the party who had gotten bitten. (And . . . was going to turn into a rat creature? I don't know. I think it was a new wrinkle. I'm not a fan.)

So much for the early bedtime. I'm going to stay up a few more minutes until I stop being scared, even though I can barely keep my eyes open.

Hey you know what's a great idea your first night in a strange bed?

Reading IT by flashlight right before you go to sleep.

( Everyone who's surprised I had a nightmare, raise your hand. )

And then I woke up.

Written out like this, it doesn't seem like as much of a nightmare. I mean, dude, though I say so myself, I come across fairly badass. But God it was scary. When I woke up, I lay there for a long time, scared to close my eyes and imagining awful scenarios where I would turn my head and find Pennywise crouched next to the couch I'm sleeping on, or perched on my parents' bed, or . . .

I have an annoyingly vivid imagination.

. . . But man. I stood up to It.

(I'm going to thank Bev for that; the last section I read before going to sleep was Beverly Rogan Takes a Whuppin. If she could stand up to Tom, I guess -- and with me knowing her backstory -- I knew I could stand up to a monster.

Also, oh Beverly. *hugs her*)

So yeah I'm in Seattle, and the apartment we're in has no wireless, but this is Seattle, land of a thousand coffee shops, so I'll be well-supplied during the day.

I had a super vivid escape dream this morning. I discovered that my suburban neighborhood was in fact filled with witches: evil witches, marked by the fact that their driveways had these squares marked out for . . . something witchy to fit in. Every driveway in the neighborhood had them, and it was freaking me out -- and then I noticed that my driveway had one, too, but it had been altered and built over.
( Witches and parent issues and kidnappings, oh my! )

And then I woke up, confused to be in my bed in CMU, and realized that I'd had a chase dream where I escaped. Not woke up before the monster got me, actually escaped.

I think this is a good omen for the day to come.

I dreamed this morning that I was getting a B+ in Sleep and needed to raise my grade.

. . . Seriously.

Somebody maybe didn't want to go to class this Monday morning. >.>

I took a nap and dreamed that the Midsummer Night's Dream cast was reunited and we were gonna do put it on at Valdez, Overnighter-style, with, like, twelve hours of rehearsal, and I was so, so happy. Even when the dream took on actor's nightmare overtones of the director never showing up and rehearsal never happening.

'Course, then I woke up and tried to remember how our cut of Midsummer went and completely couldn't, which was rather a let down. But man, do I miss that show. I wish I knew where my DVD of it was.

Ah, well. I should take my Starbucks Treat Receipt and get something cold and caffeinated to drink.

ETA: . . . I went looking up Civil War sites near Pittsburgh for a thing and now I have "When Johnny Comes Marching HOme" stuck in my head. *hairclutch* I keep expecting Slim Pickens to start making commentary on the Ruskies.

Woken up by another being-chased-by-monsters dream. As my chase dreams go, this one wasn't bad, actually. It was giant silly-looking monsters instead of zombies, for a start (one of them looked vaguely like a pen/crocodile/race car/rocket kinda thing, and the other looked vaguely liked Mike from Monsters Inc, only twenty feet tall, beefy, and crusty). And for another thing, it had Captain Jack Harkness in it -- and Captain John Hart, briefly! -- so I actually had a feeling things would end well.

Best moments, either because they were hilarious or narratively strong: Jack hiding in a pen/crocodile/race car/rocket monster replica, calling up the real monster, and pretending to be an old college buddy and schmoozing to get its plans out of it. "Oh, yeah, you're planning on destroying the city? Man, that's great!"

Bobby Singer's cameo, which was narratively strong, not hilarious, because he was dead. :( I don't know if the monsters killed him or what, but there was a point where I had to get down through a ravine to get to Jack hiding in the monster replica. In order to get to the ravine, I had to drop off a rickety old ladder hanging from the porch of a house above it, and when I dropped, I had to make sure I didn't land on Bobby's body. Sadness.

Also hilarious, though, was the moment after Jack and I realized we couldn't handle the monsters. "I got nothin'." "Nope." "Back to Torchwood?" "Yep." So we headed back up the ravine to a parking lot, and the monsters followed us (that's where the chasing part of the dream came in). I think somewhere in here we picked up another guy in the party who looked vaguely like Samuel L. Jackson with a bear. Anyway, for some reason the monsters couldn't directly attack us. The Mike-knockoff was, however, shooting some kind of energy whatsit at us, so I pulled out an umbrella to ward it off. Which defied all logic and worked.

The Mike-knockoff, annoyed, started taunting us -- or well, taunting Jack. "He comes with a bonus this time! This one's umbrella, and the Bearded One's cock!"

. . . Which I honestly can't type with a straight face.

I dunno -- all things considered, I think that dream makes at least as much sense as most episodes of Torchwood.

I maaaay have slept until 1:30. Uh. I am actually not best pleased with this, because I've discovered the past few days that you can do a lot in a day if you actually get up at 10, and that was the plan today, but . . . no.

I did have a dream that I was playing Eustace in some pseudo-Shakespearean stage version of Narnia, and being coached on a British accent, which I suspect is a reflection of the realization I had last night that Valdez is gonna be a LOT of work, not just fun and games.

Anyway. Now I have six hours to kill before I, like 50% of my f-list, am glued to a TV screen shrieking. Coffee and foods, I think.

In other news, some self-pimps (I've had some awesome threads this week! Just none of them are in Milliways):

Nita. Faith. Violence. Oh yeah. (In progress.)

Westley Roberts and Rapunzel Juniper are snarking at each other and I love it. (In progress.)

And Westley, unlike most, gets a choice in how dead he is. I cannot contain my sheer GLEE at this.

. . . for my own peace of mind, f-list, please reassure me that none of you dreamed about Cthulhu last night.

'Cause. Well.

The dream version of the Alaska Center for the Performing Arts had normal geometry, but it was . . . awfully big. ghost_light was, for some reason, doing a stage version of "Call of Cthulhu" for Summer Conservatory, but she was consulting a lawyer because she was apparently having some trouble with the Scientologists not wanting kids under 16 to portray their high priests. (Am I saying that Scientologists are actually priests of the Order of Dagon and just waiting for the stars to align? Don't be silly. It's not like they worship beings that came from beyond the stars or anything.) Lemme tell you, eight-year-olds getting their costumes for the first time are cute no matter what, even when their costumes are capes and masks to robe them as cult leaders.

And I'm pretty certain the Big Guy himself showed up, although he seemed to be there in more of a bureaucratic, organizational figurehead sort of role than in a devouring the world and bringing about chaos one. Didn't do much, let his spokeswoman do most of the talking, just kinda hung around in the shadow.s

I think Schwarzenegger might've been around somewhere, too. And there was some subplot involving an Emma Frost sort of woman getting married to a dim-but-not-that-dim but very violent Conan the Barbarian type that I swear could've come straight out of Girl Genius.

Okay, so all told, it wasn't a particularly portentous dream, but still.

ethanol, you were in a dream I had this morning. As was, um, Nathan Petrelli? >.O

I feel that this whole getting out of bed and going to class thing is highly overrated.