Not enough sleep...and weird dreams.
Nov. 5th, 2005 06:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valis2I have only a minute to type this, so I hope you'll forgive any errors. I slept horribly, and have a show to do today, along with about three hours of driving. I did have a crazy dream that I must share as I run out the door.
I dreamt that I was bringing a holy artifact to a high-ranking person in the Catholic Church. It was a Ziploc bag filled with a clear liquid and it had something to do with Jesus. I went to the guy's office and handed this case to him. He performed several tests on the bag and, as a final test, placed the bag into a plastic bin filled with this certain kind of water. The water turned blue (snort) and this made it obvious that the bag was the Real Thing. During the testing I began to realize that he wasn't holy at all, he was actually a Bad Guy. So I snatched the bag and we started to fight. It was pretty intense, and then I managed to escape by knocking him out.
I run downstairs in the building and there's a flea market. I'm running through the booths, and his henchmen are chasing me. There's a group of Korean young adult standing there, and they help me fight the henchmen off. One of the Koreans is killed in the process. It turns out to be the leader's brother. The leader is about twenty, a girl, and they all accompany me to the parking lot. She hands me the keys to a grey BMW and says that it was her brother's, and I'll like the modifications. I get in to the car, and we drive in the parking lot for a moment, and she keeps making this strange maneuvers (I'm following her, and one of the guys is following me) and I realize that she wants me to do certain maneuvers. I find that if you tilt the wheel forward or back the car tips accordingly and drives on two wheels. I'm getting anxious, though, because any minute Bad Guy will wake up. So finally I show her that I can do these tricks, and follow her to their secret lair.
She and her boyfriend were in the first car, and for some reason he reminds me of one of the Gorillaz guys. We're all lounging at their secret headquarters, and there are a lot of weird dark brown seventies decor. One of the guys is talking to me and demands that we trade shoes. I am bewildered, but he's so insistent, and they've been so nice, that we do. He's an older guy, and his shoes look like they're made of blue terrycloth. I have one shoe on, so I take it off and give it to him and put on his shoes. He puts the shoe on and immediately collapses. The boyfriend runs over with...er, if you're squeamish, let's just say he administers shots. I'm thinking this makes no sense, because I wore the shoe and nothing happened. The guy isn't dead, but he's not in good health, and now I'm worried about how we're going to get to the next location, and how on earth my shoe was poisoned and I walked around in it for so long without noticing.
I hope you have a great day, flisty flist of flistiness.
I dreamt that I was bringing a holy artifact to a high-ranking person in the Catholic Church. It was a Ziploc bag filled with a clear liquid and it had something to do with Jesus. I went to the guy's office and handed this case to him. He performed several tests on the bag and, as a final test, placed the bag into a plastic bin filled with this certain kind of water. The water turned blue (snort) and this made it obvious that the bag was the Real Thing. During the testing I began to realize that he wasn't holy at all, he was actually a Bad Guy. So I snatched the bag and we started to fight. It was pretty intense, and then I managed to escape by knocking him out.
I run downstairs in the building and there's a flea market. I'm running through the booths, and his henchmen are chasing me. There's a group of Korean young adult standing there, and they help me fight the henchmen off. One of the Koreans is killed in the process. It turns out to be the leader's brother. The leader is about twenty, a girl, and they all accompany me to the parking lot. She hands me the keys to a grey BMW and says that it was her brother's, and I'll like the modifications. I get in to the car, and we drive in the parking lot for a moment, and she keeps making this strange maneuvers (I'm following her, and one of the guys is following me) and I realize that she wants me to do certain maneuvers. I find that if you tilt the wheel forward or back the car tips accordingly and drives on two wheels. I'm getting anxious, though, because any minute Bad Guy will wake up. So finally I show her that I can do these tricks, and follow her to their secret lair.
She and her boyfriend were in the first car, and for some reason he reminds me of one of the Gorillaz guys. We're all lounging at their secret headquarters, and there are a lot of weird dark brown seventies decor. One of the guys is talking to me and demands that we trade shoes. I am bewildered, but he's so insistent, and they've been so nice, that we do. He's an older guy, and his shoes look like they're made of blue terrycloth. I have one shoe on, so I take it off and give it to him and put on his shoes. He puts the shoe on and immediately collapses. The boyfriend runs over with...er, if you're squeamish, let's just say he administers shots. I'm thinking this makes no sense, because I wore the shoe and nothing happened. The guy isn't dead, but he's not in good health, and now I'm worried about how we're going to get to the next location, and how on earth my shoe was poisoned and I walked around in it for so long without noticing.
I hope you have a great day, flisty flist of flistiness.
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Date: 2005-11-05 12:06 pm (UTC)(And wow. I sometimes have dreams of that kind, but I very rarely remember so many details when I wake up.)
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Date: 2005-11-06 12:08 am (UTC)The guy's shoes were so weird, though. They were almost like moccasins made out of terrycloth.
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Date: 2005-11-05 01:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 12:08 am (UTC)Oh, forget it. I'd never get past the first scene because I'd jump on top of him.
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Date: 2005-11-05 01:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 12:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-05 03:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 12:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-05 04:15 pm (UTC)Was this how the dream ended, with the collapsed guy and the shoe? Such a vivid dream, I can hardly remember mine.
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Date: 2005-11-06 12:12 am (UTC)Yeah, the shoe, and the boyfriend trying to save the guy, only it was extremely graphic about the hypodermic needles, and there was something about an empty jacuzzi.
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Date: 2005-11-05 04:35 pm (UTC)Maybe it was the miraculous baggie of water that was protecting you from the shoe? Hmm...
PS-personal - option 2, definitely. I think I'd just make it worse otherwise. As you say, text is tricky. *hugs* Thanks for the kind and honest post though; I needed that. :)
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Date: 2005-11-06 12:13 am (UTC)That boyfriend of hers sure was a wonder! Can you imagine stocking such a thing at all times just in case? heh.
PS: I was sooo worried that this morning when I logged on I would be defriended by everybody involved. :) Glad that I didn't offend.
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Date: 2005-11-05 05:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 12:14 am (UTC)But they're so taaasty...mmm...they taste like holy action...