Obey Zolac!

My dreams were so weird. I remember hanging out with The Flash, so that was cool. But that's not the weird part.

I had this dream where me and my friends (my high school friends, mind you, Jen and Cory guys) went to see a movie. It was some Tarantino flick with Sam L. in it (in 3-D, wtf). The style turned out to be sort of a cross between Tarantino and M. Night Shyamalan (back when he didn't suck)... Sam's role reminded me of his role in Unbreakable. He was this crazy rich guy who owned Disneyland or something, and he had guardianship over this scrawny white kid (by kid, I mean, about my age) who he'd raised since he was a small child. Sam was extremely overprotective of Scrawny; he never let him go out, he never let him do anything on his own, he just kept him on the amusement park. Scrawny was generally spoiled rotten, spending his whole life having people entertain him and hanging out with celebrities, but he had absolutely no concept of reality. Some other young rich guy who owned a business that was one of Sam's sponsors was hanging out with Scrawny while Sam was out of town for business (we'll call him Rich) and realized how messed up this kid was. So he snuck Scrawny out of the park so he could spend a day exposing him to the outside world. The kid was terrified of Sam's retribution, but he went along with it because he's used to doing as he's told. So they go out and watch a movie and eat foods that he's never had and drive around and party.

At some point they come back to the park and go to the house Scrawny and Sam live in (which looked suspiciously like my house in Hilo), I think to retrieve Scrawny's belongings so he can escape and never come back. But Sam returns while they're still in the house and they have to try and hide and escape without being seen because he's a freaking PSYCHO. Like, talks to himself, speaks French frequently just because he can, and can only conceptualize of the world in two dimensions. So like, if he's standing on one level of floor or ground, you just need to drop into a ditch or cling to the ceiling or something, and he can't see you even if he's standing right next to you. Under a bed is great too, because it would never occur to him to look under something. It's this weird mental thing; like, on some level he knows that you're there, but his brain won't let him see you. Also, if he hears you it's a similar kind of deal; he knows you're there, but he can't find you by following the noise. ...However, if he does see you, YOU GONNA GET STABBED.

So Scrawny eventually gets recaptured, and Rich gets stabbed but manages to get away and is still hiding in the house. Sam is very displeased with Scrawny, but forgives him for hiding. Hayden Panetierre comes over and cooks this meal which includes a number of things that Scrawny normally wouldn't eat. But Scrawny's personality is already changing, he's a bit more adventurous, so he eats it all with no problem. Sam is CONCERNED. Scrawny sneaks away in the night, finds Rich, and they try to escape, but for some reason Rich lets Scrawny drive, and Scrawny drives his car into a ditch. Sam, who has noticed Scrawny's absence, hears the noise and comes outside to look for them, and then it's all running away and hiding in ditches again.

...I woke up before I could see how the movie ends. Presumably they escape and Sam L. dies, and Scrawny and Rich become BFFs and live happily ever after. Or perhaps Sam L. stabs them all and says some creepy things in French. Who knows.

Anyway. IT WAS WEIRD. And actually almost coherent throughout.

I'm annoyed at my cat. I was totally going to wake up at a reasonable time today, except that she kept waking me up at unreasonable hours of the morning. She slept on my legs nice and quiet and peaceful for a while, and when she got up and walked out of my room, I got up and closed the door, so she wouldn't annoy me later. ...Ha! I wake up at 5 a.m. because the cat is outside my door plaintively meowing her head off. I tried ignoring her for a few minutes but eventually gave in. I got up and let her in. She proceeds to be as annoying as possible, sticking her claws and/or nose in my face and generally fucking around with things. She finally goes and lies down on my legs and I fall back asleep... until she does it again at 7. ...So now it's noon and I'm only just now waking up. Fuck you, cat.

However, I did have a fabulous dream about, of all people, Liberace. A bunch of my friends and I got on a tiny plane to go see him somewhere, Vegas or Disneyland or something. I walked in and all my family (on my mom's side) was there, dressed up fancy and sitting at a long table. My friends and younger cousins sat down but I was slow so I got a seat way at the end away from anyone I wanted to talk to. But then the show started. It was a Cirque du Soleil-style performance, and it was commemorating an important event in Liberace's actual life. You see, in my dream, Liberace was actual royalty (they kept referring to him as the Red Baron), and for some political reason or another, was supposed to be executed several years ago, but through luck and politics and diplomacy (and, apparently, really fabulous dancing and singing) was able to escape this grisly fate. So the whole performance was about that. There were lots of beads and sparkles and spinning and really cool stunts, and very little of it took place on the stage up front, it was all down on the floor amongst the audience. Audience participation was encouraged, so I danced around some. Will was actually part of the performance, somehow. Seemed like a pretty good gig, lucky him. Anyway, the performance was amazing, and when it ended we all filed out enthusing about how amazing it was. Liberace came down and sort of milled with the crowd and was very nice. I was polite to him (I accidentally got in his way and said "I'm sorry" and moved) and he thanked me for it. It was at about this point I realized I was dressed like a zombie. It was also at about this point I realized I had left my water bottle behind. I went and described it to the staff at Lost and Found (it had a lot more interesting stickers on it than it does in real life), and Liberace himself recognized it and gave it back to me. ...Then we all went outside, and my mom and I stood around and talked to my aunt and uncle from Berkeley, discussing how troublesome the imminent tornadoes were.

...This is all really weird, seeing as I care nothing for and indeed know very little about Liberace, other than that dude who wore funny clothes and played the piano that some people kind of liked, back in the day.

And now I need to get my ass in gear so I can go to Lauren's and work on Aphelion for the second day in a row.

...Btw, the movie Primer is really fucking weird. And confusing. Which I expected, but holyshit. I'm going to have to watch it again sometime, and hopefully figure some shit out.

Last night I dreamed that I was Robert Downey, Jr, as Sherlock Holmes. As a promotion for the movie I was acting out some sort of little pageant thing outside of Prentiss Hall at Whitman College. I/RDJ was dressed in Renaissance garb, and carrying a little box of something precious I had retrieved from some far off land, and had brought back to England to present to the Queen. Jude Law/Watson was also dressed in poofy sleeves and mail and tights (lol), and I/RDJ/Holmes had to defeat him in a sword fight before I could get to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, who had meanwhile come down the stairs out of the DG section to watch, also in Renaissance garb. I/RDJ/Holmes defeated Jude/Watson with much "Ha ha, take that you fiend!" sort of posturing. Then I/RDJ/Holmes went over to the Queen, went down on one knee, kissed her hand, presented her with the box, and received the royal couple's blessing/commendation.

Still dreaming, I realized it was a dream, and a damn awesome one at that (I got to be Robert Downey, Jr! :D), and I promptly ran through the dream a second time so that I would remember it when I woke up. And this time Jude Law/Watson was also Will Petillo, and Queen Victoria and Prince Albert were Nick and Julie Caton (of course).

...Kind of the Best Dream Ever. :DDD

Eurgh. The Plague has worsened. I slept fitfully, and very little. My dreams were mostly confused and unpleasant, and annoyingly, most of them followed a call center theme. ...Except for the one where David Tennant and I were on a foam raft zooming down a river, trying to catch up with and rescue this drowning damsel, but it was all a trick; David was knocked from the raft and swept downstream, and when he was out of sight the girl swam back to me easy as a salmon, leaving David to turn into an evil shark man.

But that's neither here nor there.

I can't breathe, and my head is so stuffed up it hurts. About an hour ago I gave up trying to be unconscious. I stumbled into the kitchen to eat a few spoonfuls of Salsa El Pain... the salsa, they do nothing! T_T My secret weapon is no longer effective. Blargh.

So because I have nothing better to do at the moment, I'm going to post another meme. Whoo. It's very similar to the one I posted last night, so, uh, pick which one you like best? Or do both, if you really want to. Or neither, it's a free country.

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4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

So I just had a dream where all the muns in Econtra were playing Hide-and-Seek in the Science Building, and Ankhi had us all sign up for hiding, and she assigned a couple of muns to be the seekers and gave them other people's characters at random, and paired the seekers up. I forget who the other seekers were, but one pair was Shadow and, I think, Atem (I think Ankhi was playing Shadow? Or maybe Atem?). We were given a time limit to the round and then we all scattered. Lauren and I ran off to hide together, but she was occasionally Cory instead of Lauren. The room I wanted to hide in was locked, so them I let Lauren/Cory pick the next place. By now the seekers were seeking, so we had to dodge them while looking for a place to camp. The Science Building was full of all sorts of walkways and stairways crossing open space, like the stairs in the Atrium but moreso, approaching Hogwarts complexity. And we would luge down ramps and it felt a lot like playing Sonic Adventure 2. And there were all sorts of narrow, pitch-black tunnels and crawl spaces. For some reason, no matter where we went, or what direction we turned, Shadow and Atem were always right on my tail. I told Lauren (she was Lauren at the time) it must be because he was her character, they thought the same way. I wasn't sure how this worked with someone else playing him, but I wasn't sure how else to explain it. We tried to hide in the Music Room (why the Science Building had a Music Room is beyond me) but it was in use, then we managed to get to the Photo Room (*shrug*). Someone else was in there, but we hid in a different part of the room (Lauren had become Cory by this point). It was pitch-dark in there, and we could hear Shadow and Atem come down the crawl-space/tunnel/ramp into the room. The shuffled around in the dark a bit, but didn't find us, and disappeared back up the tunnel. We waited for a while, then realized the round was up in 30 seconds, so we all crawled back up the tunnel to get back to where we started from. Everyone reconvened, and the seekers came back all grumpy from not having found anyone, despite having searched for four hours. And then apparently it was someone's birthday, because people started carrying in gigantic bowls of what was supposed to be Chinese food. And by gigantic, I mean you and several of your friends could swim in them, they were bigger than the nudity parfait. The one nearest me was some kind of cross between Chinese hot-and-sour soup and Japanese miso ramen. I spent some time serving soup to people who were too far away to reach the bowl; everyone was from different countries and for some reason the broth would turn different colors depending on the types of algae and pollutants they had in the water in whatever country they were from. Eventually I finished this and settled down to eating my own food. Then I woke up.

This dream was preceded with other dreams, which I remember less clearly, but they involved hiding in a cabin with my mother, and messing with a sun god by pressing buttons on a small, hand-held device on my back porch at home.

Omg I just had the most horrible nightmare about a tornado. ;_; It was coming straight for the apartment, I could see it out my window, and Dar and Lisa and I were scrambling to grab all our important stuff and survival stuff and flammable stuff and shove it all into the car and GTFO of there as fast as we could, and Dar and Lisa took a load of stuff to the car while I was grabbing more stuff, and they didn't come back for a while, and I could see the tornado getting closer, and it was still headed straight for us, and I was eyeing the coat closet and considering hiding in there, and then I could hear Dar knocking on the doors of our neighbors' apartments, trying to warn them to get out, and this little girl was home alone and the door was locked and she was scared and wouldn't come out and Dar was crying and apologizing to her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we have to leave you here, we have to go," and I yelled at her to help me carry the rest of the stuff, and we grabbed the stuff and were hauling it out the door and the tornado was almost here and MY ROOM BURST INTO FLAMES, and we locked the door behind us and ran down the stairs but the tornado was here and it was windy and we dropped all our stuff and I lost my slipper and we decided it was too late to run, too late to get to the car, so we ran back up the stairs to take shelter, but we couldn't go back in the apartment because IT WAS ON FIRE, so we huddled down together on the landing, and I was like "Where's Lisa?!" and Dar's like "I DON'T KNOW!! I DON'T KNOW!!" and then the tornado hit and it was so loud and I was trying to cover my ears with my hands and at the same time hold on to Dar and I could feel my ears popping with the pressure and it just kept getting louder and louder and LOUDER and Dar was screaming "WE'RE DEAD, WE'RE DEAD, WE'RE ALREADY DEAD!!" and I knew we were going to die, any second now the tornado was going to rip the building in half, and then I shook myself awake.

IT WAS HORRIBLE. ...Wtf, brain?!

...Happy Valentine's Day guys? D: