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Mar. 8th, 2005 03:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySo. I had a rather disturbing dream. Disturbing without being a nightmare, but really close.
Part the first: Cass has flown to Australia and is visiting with some friends of mine. Not ours, not hers, but mine. She's upset, I know that much, and I'm kind of miffed. I mean, dude, Australia! What kid who read the sacred holy book doesn't want to go to Australia? While I'm sulking about this in the dream, I somehow find myself there. which is where the creepy kicks in. I'm not sure if I'm actually there, or if I'm sort of spying on Cass somehow.
Because now that I think about it, the next part doesn't seem to take place there, but I have no recollection of Cass coming home. *shrug* doesn't matter. There's some sporting event held outside. Football, baseball? Dunno. And for some reason I go and see a friend of ours who has like, seven siblings. Only she won't talk to me. She's incredibly hostile. I'm more than a little freaked out because she's mad at me and I don't know why. And so are her sisters, though I've never met them before.
Somehow, through Cass, I get roped into having to take various odds and ends and create this drink [I think] that could possibly end the world. This huge group of people won't let us leave without it being made, or them at least being satisfied that we tried to the best of our abilities. Yeah, that last option? Just to keep us from hyperventilating. And by us, I mean me. So we try, and try, and each of our little possibilities are dashed. I'm beginning to freak out because our supplies are dwindling and I've realized why said friend was mad. Hello, end of the world potion? Bah. So I'm spazzing and Cass is oddly calm.
Last brew, which I know isn't it because something in my brain is saying it needs to be done one way, and we did it another way, is taken away. Because Cass is extremely confident this will at least get them off our backs, whoever is kind of holding us hostage-ish lets me wander up to the top of a flight of stairs [that don't go anywhere] and sit down to wait.
While I'm there, things change. I'm still on the stairs, but now an old friend of mine is on the bottom part of the stairs. She and I talk for a bit, and then I notice Cass is being let go. I guess they liked the non end of the world potion. Yay.
So I notice old friend is talking to some dude. Okay. That's nice. Then she and some dude [same dude] are making out. I'm stuck at the top of the stairs, so I sort of let my mind wander and don't really notice anything until the stairs are rocking back and forth. I glance down and oh sweet heaven, they are. Ew! Get a room! Only she doesn't really seem at all with it, and he finishes and there's this look on his smug Draco Malfoy-ish face [yes. So odd. I don't dream in HP, ever.] and I just know that if I look at her, she ain't gonna be happy. So I take off one of my shoes and throw it at him. It hits him smack upside the head and ha! He looks like a dork, being hit by a huge ass shoe thrown by a girl. ha! He toddles off, and I go check on her and she's really, really groggy. And I don't know what to do, because anytime I try and ask something, she'll answer with what I think is one answer, but she's really talking about something else. So odd. I do know she's not happy and that I want to do more than throw an oversized shoe at Some Dude.
But then I wake up.
It's one of those dreams that sort of lingers though you can't figure out why.
Now. Why did none of you, and I mean none of you pass this little gem of creep along earlier?
The Dionaea House
So, so creepy. Creepy! Why? Who does a girl have to beat up with a stick to get some creepy spooky ohmygod whatifsomescarypicturejumpsoutatmeandIscreamlikethelittlegirliam? goodness around here? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph people.
Anyway. That creeped me out like you wouldn't believe yesterday. So now I share and stuff.
Mail call: Kraft recipe magazine thing came, and FHM. God only knows how I ended up getting FHM for free, but hey. Magazines. For Free.
Part the first: Cass has flown to Australia and is visiting with some friends of mine. Not ours, not hers, but mine. She's upset, I know that much, and I'm kind of miffed. I mean, dude, Australia! What kid who read the sacred holy book doesn't want to go to Australia? While I'm sulking about this in the dream, I somehow find myself there. which is where the creepy kicks in. I'm not sure if I'm actually there, or if I'm sort of spying on Cass somehow.
Because now that I think about it, the next part doesn't seem to take place there, but I have no recollection of Cass coming home. *shrug* doesn't matter. There's some sporting event held outside. Football, baseball? Dunno. And for some reason I go and see a friend of ours who has like, seven siblings. Only she won't talk to me. She's incredibly hostile. I'm more than a little freaked out because she's mad at me and I don't know why. And so are her sisters, though I've never met them before.
Somehow, through Cass, I get roped into having to take various odds and ends and create this drink [I think] that could possibly end the world. This huge group of people won't let us leave without it being made, or them at least being satisfied that we tried to the best of our abilities. Yeah, that last option? Just to keep us from hyperventilating. And by us, I mean me. So we try, and try, and each of our little possibilities are dashed. I'm beginning to freak out because our supplies are dwindling and I've realized why said friend was mad. Hello, end of the world potion? Bah. So I'm spazzing and Cass is oddly calm.
Last brew, which I know isn't it because something in my brain is saying it needs to be done one way, and we did it another way, is taken away. Because Cass is extremely confident this will at least get them off our backs, whoever is kind of holding us hostage-ish lets me wander up to the top of a flight of stairs [that don't go anywhere] and sit down to wait.
While I'm there, things change. I'm still on the stairs, but now an old friend of mine is on the bottom part of the stairs. She and I talk for a bit, and then I notice Cass is being let go. I guess they liked the non end of the world potion. Yay.
So I notice old friend is talking to some dude. Okay. That's nice. Then she and some dude [same dude] are making out. I'm stuck at the top of the stairs, so I sort of let my mind wander and don't really notice anything until the stairs are rocking back and forth. I glance down and oh sweet heaven, they are. Ew! Get a room! Only she doesn't really seem at all with it, and he finishes and there's this look on his smug Draco Malfoy-ish face [yes. So odd. I don't dream in HP, ever.] and I just know that if I look at her, she ain't gonna be happy. So I take off one of my shoes and throw it at him. It hits him smack upside the head and ha! He looks like a dork, being hit by a huge ass shoe thrown by a girl. ha! He toddles off, and I go check on her and she's really, really groggy. And I don't know what to do, because anytime I try and ask something, she'll answer with what I think is one answer, but she's really talking about something else. So odd. I do know she's not happy and that I want to do more than throw an oversized shoe at Some Dude.
But then I wake up.
It's one of those dreams that sort of lingers though you can't figure out why.
Now. Why did none of you, and I mean none of you pass this little gem of creep along earlier?
The Dionaea House
So, so creepy. Creepy! Why? Who does a girl have to beat up with a stick to get some creepy spooky ohmygod whatifsomescarypicturejumpsoutatmeandIscreamlikethelittlegirliam? goodness around here? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph people.
Anyway. That creeped me out like you wouldn't believe yesterday. So now I share and stuff.
Mail call: Kraft recipe magazine thing came, and FHM. God only knows how I ended up getting FHM for free, but hey. Magazines. For Free.
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-09 12:05 pm (UTC)..... isn't. That I can see. But it is creepy and I was expecting one for awhile.
This is if you haven't looked. If you have, well, anyone else who felt the need to flip through the comments is now spoiled.
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Date: 2005-03-09 03:56 am (UTC)Dude. O_O
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Date: 2005-03-09 12:08 pm (UTC)