the sky is falling
Oct. 11th, 2008 08:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI had a dreamhouse and it was bizarre. To spare all of you who don't give a rat's ass, we shall -
In the dream I've somehow become enrolled in some class. As with all dreams involving any mention of school, I begin to panic. But it's pointed out that all I have to do is go to the first class, if it's not for me, I can drop it, and the world will be fine. And somehow someone gets me through the door anyway. I couldn't tell you what sort of class it was. Thing was, I liked it. And kept going back. The class was held in an older building with numerous floors and was probably better served as a business or something of the non school persuasion. There was the happy making brief flirtation with someone and then we'd moved onto the class being on one of the higher levels of the building, in a room with an amazing view. Fairly high up, but not so high that people looked like ants. Whoever the teacher/professor/intellectual type was, he was giving a bit of a talk on something going on in the city and why the room existed the way it did [huge windows] and then his voice trails off. Everyone sort of follows his gaze outside, though no one really moves beyond sitting up straighter, or standing taller. Dude kind of freaks out about what he sees and you can hear sirens in the distance.
Whoever he's looking at is obviously doing something blatantly illegal and he starts shouting and pointing them out and they notice. I should say this is impossible since it's not like the windows were open and dude, who cares if someone on something higher than the fifth floor can see you? But they do care and they... take a picture. Which again, shouldn't be possible and everyone kind of comments on that, but they're just that awesome, I suppose. They get an excellent shot of the girl closest to the window and I can tell that I'm going to be in the background of her shot, but it'll be hard to make any detail out. How do I know this? Dream Logic.
Everyone gets the hell out of the room and by the time we've made it to the first floor and are ready to leave, most people aren't that worried. The girl I'm with and I decide we'll change outfits and if nothing else, anyone looking for us by the outfits in the pictures will be confuzzled. Yay? I find an outfit I would never, ever wear in reality and try it on and of course it fits and is made of awesome. Thing is, to get it on, I'm changing in the window display, though it's awfully crowded and there's plenty of other clothes to hide behind. But for someone trying to keep a low profile...
I leave my shoes in the window display and Girl and I figure that I'd stand out too much that way. So we look around and see if anyone Suspicious is following us. We don't see anyone [brilliant!] and duck across the short walkway to a shoe store. She finds these really cute and horribly impractical gold ballet flats with a whole lot of metal detailing and I say they'll never fit and if they do, they will be the most painful shoes known to mankind. They fit, they're comfy, and I've got a the chunky metal chains in my hand when the guy who's been helping us with our shoe choices pulls back and these guys crash through the curtain that kept us from the rest of the store. One guy tries to get whomever I'm with and I reach out and stab him in the groin [best shoes ever! Weapon accessories!] and claw the second guy in the face before turning to the shoe guy and realizing he set us up. I think my friend is dying and I run out, looking for one of the other people in the class and realize that a lot of them have also been attacked and it's this heartbreaking realization that they're all screwed and some of them are dead and I don't know what to do, this was so not what I signed up for...
and my alarm goes off. I still can't shake the dream.
My legs and ankles hurt. Too much wandering the store, and besides, I walk funny. WOE.
Went to Target yesterday. Wasn't quite as much fun as I'd hoped because about two minutes in, I started to feel strange again. Bother. It didn't help that I had a budget to stick to and I wanted shiny things and I needed a gift idea for Ari and didn't have a clue what to buy her. Nope, did not help at all. Ended up going with the Target gift card because there were so many things I thought she'd like that I figured that unless she's banned Target for some reason [and it's doubtful given how much she loves the Target] she'd find something she wanted.
Now. I should point out that I... made it out of Target without spending $60. I don't know if any of you realize how rare this is. I would have spent even less, but Mom got some things, too. Sadly, Pink Barbie Witch was not one of my purchases. I want her! :(
- Stuffed orange pumpkin of Adorable
- Halloween Hello Kitty stickers
- cheap-y strobe light for Halloween
- glow sticks
- ari's gift card
I had planned on putting the strobe light and the pumpkin back, but the pumpkin was so soft that all I could think was "Cuddle!" Yeaaaaaah. I'm that weak. But I was also so grouchy I couldn't properly appreciate all the Halloween goodness. *gasp*
And then I spent twenty minutes in the library and ended up with a giant pile of books. Mostly the American Girl mysteries [who knew?] and some Y/A goodness. Mom got even more than I did. The weird thing was I swear they just remodeled that place, but it looks really... dark. And not in that intentional or awesome way, but like someone didn't realize that they tinted the windows too dark, that they shouldn't have used black floor mats, and that the lighting was off. The old Main library was dark in that "I'm afraid someone will appear from behind one of the stacks, stab me to death, and get away with it because no one can see me due to the blue/green lighting in this one corner. Awesome!" There's a reason they turned it into a haunted house after they built the new one. This is just buy better light bulbs dark. Failure for the decorator. It doesn't help that I really don't like that library, huh? You'd think I'd move on by now. The librarians who used to annoy me either don't work there anymore or I don't remember who they are, but I still associate that one with being full of mean people. *shrug*
*cackle-chokes* Walgreens' CEO "retired". No more Reindrops? What will I do with myself? His last one was all about sticking with it for the long haul, the sky will not fall, Chicken Little.
G'ah. Tummy now grumbly.
eta: the first car I ever "borrowed" *coughcough* and used to improve my driving immensely, although I still do not drive legally, or much at all... anyway, car towed. How the hell did the person who KILLED it get to sell it? He'd better not get to keep his, what, five bucks? No. Just... no.
In the dream I've somehow become enrolled in some class. As with all dreams involving any mention of school, I begin to panic. But it's pointed out that all I have to do is go to the first class, if it's not for me, I can drop it, and the world will be fine. And somehow someone gets me through the door anyway. I couldn't tell you what sort of class it was. Thing was, I liked it. And kept going back. The class was held in an older building with numerous floors and was probably better served as a business or something of the non school persuasion. There was the happy making brief flirtation with someone and then we'd moved onto the class being on one of the higher levels of the building, in a room with an amazing view. Fairly high up, but not so high that people looked like ants. Whoever the teacher/professor/intellectual type was, he was giving a bit of a talk on something going on in the city and why the room existed the way it did [huge windows] and then his voice trails off. Everyone sort of follows his gaze outside, though no one really moves beyond sitting up straighter, or standing taller. Dude kind of freaks out about what he sees and you can hear sirens in the distance.
Whoever he's looking at is obviously doing something blatantly illegal and he starts shouting and pointing them out and they notice. I should say this is impossible since it's not like the windows were open and dude, who cares if someone on something higher than the fifth floor can see you? But they do care and they... take a picture. Which again, shouldn't be possible and everyone kind of comments on that, but they're just that awesome, I suppose. They get an excellent shot of the girl closest to the window and I can tell that I'm going to be in the background of her shot, but it'll be hard to make any detail out. How do I know this? Dream Logic.
Everyone gets the hell out of the room and by the time we've made it to the first floor and are ready to leave, most people aren't that worried. The girl I'm with and I decide we'll change outfits and if nothing else, anyone looking for us by the outfits in the pictures will be confuzzled. Yay? I find an outfit I would never, ever wear in reality and try it on and of course it fits and is made of awesome. Thing is, to get it on, I'm changing in the window display, though it's awfully crowded and there's plenty of other clothes to hide behind. But for someone trying to keep a low profile...
I leave my shoes in the window display and Girl and I figure that I'd stand out too much that way. So we look around and see if anyone Suspicious is following us. We don't see anyone [brilliant!] and duck across the short walkway to a shoe store. She finds these really cute and horribly impractical gold ballet flats with a whole lot of metal detailing and I say they'll never fit and if they do, they will be the most painful shoes known to mankind. They fit, they're comfy, and I've got a the chunky metal chains in my hand when the guy who's been helping us with our shoe choices pulls back and these guys crash through the curtain that kept us from the rest of the store. One guy tries to get whomever I'm with and I reach out and stab him in the groin [best shoes ever! Weapon accessories!] and claw the second guy in the face before turning to the shoe guy and realizing he set us up. I think my friend is dying and I run out, looking for one of the other people in the class and realize that a lot of them have also been attacked and it's this heartbreaking realization that they're all screwed and some of them are dead and I don't know what to do, this was so not what I signed up for...
and my alarm goes off. I still can't shake the dream.
My legs and ankles hurt. Too much wandering the store, and besides, I walk funny. WOE.
Went to Target yesterday. Wasn't quite as much fun as I'd hoped because about two minutes in, I started to feel strange again. Bother. It didn't help that I had a budget to stick to and I wanted shiny things and I needed a gift idea for Ari and didn't have a clue what to buy her. Nope, did not help at all. Ended up going with the Target gift card because there were so many things I thought she'd like that I figured that unless she's banned Target for some reason [and it's doubtful given how much she loves the Target] she'd find something she wanted.
Now. I should point out that I... made it out of Target without spending $60. I don't know if any of you realize how rare this is. I would have spent even less, but Mom got some things, too. Sadly, Pink Barbie Witch was not one of my purchases. I want her! :(
- Stuffed orange pumpkin of Adorable
- Halloween Hello Kitty stickers
- cheap-y strobe light for Halloween
- glow sticks
- ari's gift card
I had planned on putting the strobe light and the pumpkin back, but the pumpkin was so soft that all I could think was "Cuddle!" Yeaaaaaah. I'm that weak. But I was also so grouchy I couldn't properly appreciate all the Halloween goodness. *gasp*
And then I spent twenty minutes in the library and ended up with a giant pile of books. Mostly the American Girl mysteries [who knew?] and some Y/A goodness. Mom got even more than I did. The weird thing was I swear they just remodeled that place, but it looks really... dark. And not in that intentional or awesome way, but like someone didn't realize that they tinted the windows too dark, that they shouldn't have used black floor mats, and that the lighting was off. The old Main library was dark in that "I'm afraid someone will appear from behind one of the stacks, stab me to death, and get away with it because no one can see me due to the blue/green lighting in this one corner. Awesome!" There's a reason they turned it into a haunted house after they built the new one. This is just buy better light bulbs dark. Failure for the decorator. It doesn't help that I really don't like that library, huh? You'd think I'd move on by now. The librarians who used to annoy me either don't work there anymore or I don't remember who they are, but I still associate that one with being full of mean people. *shrug*
*cackle-chokes* Walgreens' CEO "retired". No more Reindrops? What will I do with myself? His last one was all about sticking with it for the long haul, the sky will not fall, Chicken Little.
G'ah. Tummy now grumbly.
eta: the first car I ever "borrowed" *coughcough* and used to improve my driving immensely, although I still do not drive legally, or much at all... anyway, car towed. How the hell did the person who KILLED it get to sell it? He'd better not get to keep his, what, five bucks? No. Just... no.