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I guess in large part because of conversations I was having with batyatoon and crazedcrusader last night, I had a dream involving staying in the Batya/Alex residence, having a terrible allergic reaction to their hamsters, and being regaled with anecdotes about . . . someone . . . by Alex.

No, I don't know either. But other than the terrible allergic reaction to the hamsters (seriously, wtf, hamsters?), it was quite an enjoyable stay!

There was also a bit involving driving up a mountain with BFF's boyfriend -- well, not really her boyfriend, sort of a conglomerate of her boyfriend and a guy I know here and the Goofy Sidekick archetype -- and him driving TERRIBLY and running through intersections and roundabouts and me going "PLEASE LET ME DRIVE NOW? PLEASE? JESUS CHRIST LOOK OUT--"

I think I miss driving the freeways. Go figure.

Coffee nao.

Very detailed, action-movie dream that's . . . going, going, gone. DAMMIT. It was so cool, too, this kind of 9-11/Die Hard/24 thriller thing.

Bah.

Slept 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.

I had a running dream last night.

( And it turned into 'I'll call you. No, seriously, I will.' by the end. )

And then I woke up.

While I was lying there trying to recreate it so I could write it down, I fell asleep and re-dreamed the running part in some context that involved 6-8 year olds and Winnie the Pooh and Piglet and by winning the race, I won some kind of throne for Pooh from a usurper.

Yeah, the second one was . . . infinitely weirder.

DAMMIT. I had this amazing Young Wizards/who the hell knows dream this morning and now I can't remember the plot. There was a part where . . . there was a part where, I could swear, it was about either Frodo or Sam -- Sam, I'm pretty sure -- in disguise as some kind of goblin, with a whole group of other people disguised as goblins behind him. And then it wasn't Frodo or Sam in disguise, but Nita, headed for a showdown with the Lone Power, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that It would recognize her, and she was sort of resigned to it. That's Life, huh.

And then there was a showdown in this big castle-y great hall kind of room, and Nita and Dairine were captured, just like Nita knew they would be. They were standing there, hands tied, and one of Its minions (human, male, classic skeevy bad guy minion) was coming towards them to dispatch them, starting with Nita -- and she gave him this very calm, wide-eyed innocent look, and he just flipped backwards out of frame.

And then Nita took her hands out from behind her back, untied, and started throwing around some freaking AWESOME special effects, all calm-as-you-please -- one hand, sheet of ripply translucent gold power, one hand, sheet of translucent white power, and then she had Dairine under a dome shield and was scrambling up to the top of it, where the shield was keyed to soften and let her in (which, in retrospect, is an incredibly silly design for a shield spell, but whatever). I think at that point, Kit and Ronan showed up, too.

OH. There was something earlier -- not earlier in the dream, I think, but earlier in the storyline -- where Nita and Ronan were clearly becoming an item. And when Nita was facing down the Lone Power, it said something that made her realize, That's why Ronan was so worried about how he looked, back in the idyllic part of the plot (status quo, as my drama profs would say, in the opening beat), he wanted to look good when we went to dinner.

My ship invades dreams. *facepalm* But it was INCREDIBLY SWEET RLY.

Anyway, my alarm clock went off -- actually before most of this happened, I think -- and I went "NOOO THEY BE STEALIN MY CLIMACTIC SCENE," whacked it into submission, and dreamt the rest of this in four-minute segments between snooze alarms.

Had a complicated dream this morning that appears to have been part V for Vendetta, part Phantom of the Opera, and part From Hell.

( I'll see how much I can get down accurately. )

There was also a more pleasant but less interesting dream about a date with a crush.


*Highly anachronistic ones, now that I think about it. Everything else had been, oh, 1700's European up 'til now, and now there were people in polo shirts and khaki slacks wandering around.

Oh, God, I hate zombie dreams.

I don't remember much -- it was set in the 28 Days/Weeks universe, and in fact I was discussing the movies with someone for most of the dream; eventually I was in the movies rather than watching or discussing them. I remember telling people that I preferred one of the movies to the other, because "in [this one] they end up trapped, right? But in the other one, they end up trapped on a train." And we all laughed.

( And then, of course, there was a chase scene that ended with me trapped. )

But then I woke up, shaking.

The thing about my zombie dreams is that they make me scared to get out of bed and open the door to my room. I'm afraid I'll find I'm the only person alive, and that my family has been eaten -- or worse, wants to eat me. But I'm always more scared of going back to sleep and finishing the dream, so I get up and shuffle out and find that people are still alive and well.

I hate zombie dreams. And incidentally, I'm never seeing the 28 Units of Time movies to see if my dream checks out in any details -- they're about zombies that move fast, the stuff of my nightmares for the last couple years. Like hell I'm gonna pay ten bucks to not sleep for weeks.

I also got a really horrid charley horse that woke me up last night. I wonder if that contributed somehow.

I have -- not a recurring dream, but a recurring character in my dreams: the Devil, a charming young man who may be evil, but sees no reason not to be polite.

This morning, alas, he was not played by Adrien Brody, but oh well.

The dream was . . . convoluted, to say the least, and I've already forgotten the plot. It felt like a movie; I remember thinking "I need to look this up on IMDb" and trying to remember some character and actor names, and plot points, so I could look it up. The only ones I remember now are Cedric -- the character, I think, a young man apprenticed to the Devil who looked sort of like a young Edward Norton -- and Aspen, who may or may not have been silveraspen playing a part.

( Here's what I do remember, anyway. There's some sex, so consider yourself warned. )

I can certainly trace some of the influences to this one, but still. I never know where the dialogue comes from.

I had a vivid dream this morning that my mother came into my room, carrying the cat, and put him down on me. He promptly started licking my nose, as he's wont to do, and Mom told him, "Enjoy her while she can. She's leaving for college tomorrow."

A few seconds of dreamtime, in which Quaxo industriously groomed my nose.

And then I woke up, panicked, thinking I'm leaving for college? I'm not packed! I'm never going to see my mom or dad or cat or best friend again! I'm never going to sleep in this room again! I can't leave for college tomorrow, I have Much Ado! --Oh. Okay. Right. Dream.

And then I lay there for a while thinking about that never seeing my mom or dad or cat or best friend thing. Obviously, it's not entirely true. But this is gonna be an enormous change. The enormity of it has just hit me -- and it's scaring me out of my wits.

Part of it also has to do with just Quaxo, though. We were discussing allergy management strategies yesterday, and Dad suggested, as he has before, however reluctantly, that getting rid of the cat would do it. I would much rather give in and get a prescription for Claritin or whatever. In any case, we agreed, we won't make a decision on cat vs. no cat until -- after I leave for college.

No wonder I had bad dreams.

Bullet points are your friend when you didn't get much sleep.

*First, I poke avatarplot people to check their e-mail and tag where discussed. There is progress, yes? Let's make it more progress? I want to be done with thsi baby.

*Got all my tax forms mailed in. *pumps fist* Harvard has some instituion-specific forms to finish, but we should be done with those soon. I'm pretty sure I missed something or other on the Barnard app, but at this point I'm beyond caring. Their huge bloody packet of papers is in, so hah.

Check back with me on the "beyond caring" bit when I start having to grovel.

*You know you've been spending too much time RPing when you dream in AIM chat format.

*Dad's party was a success, even if I do dislike making smalltalk. We have very funny friends. Of course, now the cat is extremely needy, but that's hardly a change from the norm.

*Okay, here's the thing about the Lake Party? I sit down here writing about how nice the sun and the grass and the just-right-for-swimming water in, and then I go upstairs and there's a foot and a half of accumlated snow on the deck outside the windows. And that makes me go "D:"

But those threads are well, well worth it, so.

ETA: Oh, also? We may not have broken LJ, but we sure made my computer complain.

*See that icon? That's part of a Warhol-style print I made during the intensive, repeated six times and with the highly pretentious text Nay, let them only see us/While we wear the mask underneath. Aaaand apparently it's getting entered in a district-wide art show, if the art teacher decides it'll fit. Which I suspect she will, since she's the one who asked me to bring it in.

So, uh. *thumbs up* Something else to put on the resume.