"What's it like not to feel anything? "

[sunshine_queen]

Okay, I had the weirdest dreams of all time. Three of them.

Dream # 1

First, there was the hurricane dream. We were in the van- my family and the Rusches- and there was a tornado visible just beyond some trees. We had stopped the car and my mom was talking on her cell phone to my grandmother. Finally we managed to convince her that we had to get out of the car, and we all went into this house that was right off the road. He had about a million other people there. He asked me if I would be interested in a job the next morning at 8 trying to salvage what was left after the storm- and I hesitated signing up because I wasn't sure if I should put my real name and birthday, because apparently I wasn't going by them (?).  We brought in the aerobed but other people took it, that was odd, and then there was a church in the guy's house, and we all had to attend. The pews were really narrow, so I tried to save one for the family, but everyone else ditched me and I wound up sitting with a toddler and a small child.

Dream # 2

The second dream was- and I kid you not- about Syd's baby from the fic. *nods* She had the baby that Diane Keaton had in 'Baby Boom'. She had, like, a toddler, and she lived in what appeared to be a variation on the Hoppes' house with Francie, that guy she never married Charlie, Will, SpyDaddy and- get this- Mike Seaver from 'Growing Pains'.  I'm dead serious. He was, like, her brother. For some reason I was the only one who knew the truth about the baby being Vaughn's- well, me and Syd- and I got to walk around the house and show the baby everything. And the baby was like, talking and asking me what paintings meant, and I was like, dude? You speak? And I showed her to everyone in the house and when I went into SpyDaddy's room I was like, he doesn't always show it, but he loves you and your mommy very much. Then I felt guilty, and Syd got all depressed, and I gave her a big hug, and then we went to feed to baby, who made a mess, and we had to put her in a bath.

Dream # 3

In the third dream- and I swear to god, I dreamt these one right after the other- I was Syd and Bridget Jones simultaneously. I know this because I had a list for why I hated my job and my apartment, but the reason I stayed there was because the doorman had the keys to both my apartment and Bloomingdales. Anyway, as Sydget, I went inside- and Lauren was there. There was the wooden door to the outside and a little space and then this elaborate brass door, and I had a pair of brass keys to go along with it.

I entered, and Lauren stood there, and we exchanged pleasantries and we were generally nice, and then for some reason I was carrying this huge ladder. I dropped my keys, and they fell between the brass door and the wooden door. Lauren smarmed at me if I would go and get it, and I said no, I'd wait until later, because I knew if I went she wouldn't let me back in (which makes no sense, as I'd have my keys, and wouldn't she be worse in possession of my keys? but whatever.) I was going up the stairs, which looked remarkably like the stairs at Talisa's house, and I couldn't see Lauren because my peripheral vision was being weird. I woke up completely flipped out and horrified.

Mom woke me up at 12:30 and we went to lunch around 2 at the Roadhouse Grill. I am still stuffed from that. We went to BJ's, the dollar store and then we went to Boarder's to get me 'The Grapes of Wrath' (meh.) Came home and watched 'Great Expectations' which was good but nothing to write home about.

The hurricane missed us and is now pummelling the West Coast, thank God. It's a category 4, which is nothing to sneeze at. All my thoughts are with those in the path of the hurricane. It's only stormy and dark over here, but nothing too bad.

Did I mention that I saw OJ Simpson last night? 'Cause Becca and I did.

I did it! I did it! I am a wild success! I sold 'em all, all my paintings. You don't have to be embarrassed by me anymore, I'm rich! Isn't that what you wanted, aren't we happy now. Don't you understand, that everything I do, I do it for you. Anything, that might be special in me, is you.

Comments

[puggywuggy.livejournal.com]

Mm, I'm no dream interpreter, but I do believe you watch too much Alias and read too much fic.

Although I must admit, fandom!dreams are so much fun. Especially when fandoms cross. *Giggle*

And thank goodness the hurricane left you. One of them, Charley, the one out in Tampa, is supposedly going to make its way up the States... I'm in the "potential 1-3 day track" area. Joyous.

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

Hehehe! Mad props to your dreams. Even though Sydget almost killed me. But that is okay!

I had this dream a few nights ago where I was going back to school, only instead of going to the highschool I went to my elementary school. And then I went into the cafeteria, and what do they have there but this huge glass cell? Inside it? SpyMommy. And there are all these official black suit-wearin' CIA dudes there preparing to let her out. And I remember thinking, very casually, Huh. Someone should warn Syd and Jack, in case she betrays them again.

And then I spotted Michelle doing her calculus homework and forgot about the fact that SpyMommy was being released to wreak havoc upon the world.

It was deep. Way deep. SpyMommy-icon deep.

[xcoquette.livejournal.com]

what was oj doing? i typed ok instead of oj.

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

just walkin' around the grove. this one lady asked him for a pic, which is how we knew it was him- we were directly behind him and he looked right at us, but we were cool and collected and walked on.

[cryssa.livejournal.com]

I would have flipped out. I've never just seen a celebrity walking around... being famous and stuff.

Those are really weird dreams. Especially Sydget? Strange.