I love you honey, but no.
Jun. 19th, 2013 02:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySooooo. I have no sense of direction whatsoever. It's a pain, really. Which means telling me a house is on whatever street does me no good, I just have to stare blankly at you. Luckily, the internet is willing to scare the shit out of me for no cost whatsoever.
C forwarded me this lovely little link this morning for a house. I took one look at the price and the vague location and went "uh...huh." But I believe in the goodness of people (sometimes) so I decided to see if I could find a picture or something since the listing had none. Found one. Uh...huh. I'm not sure what the houses in your areas look like when you know, just know that the neighborhood is going to light up a crime map like the fourth of July, but around here they look just like that. STILL.
I went to the map and found it. Oh, honey. No. Just no. Little known fact: Cops will tell people who have to go anywhere near Spruill in the middle of the night that they will not ticket them for running red lights or stop signs if there's no oncoming traffic.
STILL. No sense of direction so maybe something that looks sorta close on paper... yeah, no. I plugged the address into my various crime things and HOLYSHIT that thing lit up. One of the alerts happened to be hovering right above the house she was trying to send me to.
I think she's trying to tell me something. o_O (Or, y'know, didn't look up the address because she also did the "yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah, no" thing when I told her.)
Also, I lost count of the sex offenders after six.
I'm desperate but I'm not quite there yet.
I won't bore anyone who isn't willing with this because other people's dreams are either really fascinating or so boring you think you might die.
This one seemed to involve throwing every redheaded guy I've known fairly well into a blender and pressing the on button. Out pops... Dream Dude. Everything is going swimmingly in my preferred 'ship type of choice (snarky) and then he disappears and suddenly there's a hit out on people's heads and magic and super powers and holycrap, he's dead and the mourning apparently causes me to go out of my mind.
Which is fun in that we sped through a lot and got to the part where the Team (remember, superpowers?) finds me in my wallowing of insanity and pulls me back because something has happened. Scratch that, is still happening. TV is on and the news is filled with horrible happenings and then he walks through the door and I'm torn between joy and "you sonofabitch, you're supposed to be dead and I will kill you myself for putting me through this!"
Y'know, as anyone would be, I suppose. But there's important world saving business to attend to, and by the way, Imp, it would be nice if you a) took a shower and b) could relearn how to speak because you're scaring the small children and some of the adults.
Which I ignore other than the shower thing and even that's a pretty speedy one because I have to keep my eye on not!dead dude. Somewhere towards the end, right before the big "everyone get down! why are there so many damn windows?!" moment, there's some report on some group of people I was apparently friends with and it sounds like they've all been wiped out or gone missing. I try to ask whether this is true or just a protective cover, and my heart is breaking because it's like finding out a friend and their entire family have been wiped out, and no one can either figure out what I'm trying to ask without words or doesn't care, so I turn to Aren't You Supposed To Be Dead and make a couple of hand gestures and he knows exactly what I'm asking and I think my first words are in this broken whisper that I suspect I actually said aloud in reality. (When I do talk in my sleep, it sounds different in the dream, too.)
It was a weird mix of superhero and heartbreak and I woke up before things were settled.
C forwarded me this lovely little link this morning for a house. I took one look at the price and the vague location and went "uh...huh." But I believe in the goodness of people (sometimes) so I decided to see if I could find a picture or something since the listing had none. Found one. Uh...huh. I'm not sure what the houses in your areas look like when you know, just know that the neighborhood is going to light up a crime map like the fourth of July, but around here they look just like that. STILL.
I went to the map and found it. Oh, honey. No. Just no. Little known fact: Cops will tell people who have to go anywhere near Spruill in the middle of the night that they will not ticket them for running red lights or stop signs if there's no oncoming traffic.
STILL. No sense of direction so maybe something that looks sorta close on paper... yeah, no. I plugged the address into my various crime things and HOLYSHIT that thing lit up. One of the alerts happened to be hovering right above the house she was trying to send me to.
I think she's trying to tell me something. o_O (Or, y'know, didn't look up the address because she also did the "yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah, no" thing when I told her.)
Also, I lost count of the sex offenders after six.
I'm desperate but I'm not quite there yet.
I won't bore anyone who isn't willing with this because other people's dreams are either really fascinating or so boring you think you might die.
This one seemed to involve throwing every redheaded guy I've known fairly well into a blender and pressing the on button. Out pops... Dream Dude. Everything is going swimmingly in my preferred 'ship type of choice (snarky) and then he disappears and suddenly there's a hit out on people's heads and magic and super powers and holycrap, he's dead and the mourning apparently causes me to go out of my mind.
Which is fun in that we sped through a lot and got to the part where the Team (remember, superpowers?) finds me in my wallowing of insanity and pulls me back because something has happened. Scratch that, is still happening. TV is on and the news is filled with horrible happenings and then he walks through the door and I'm torn between joy and "you sonofabitch, you're supposed to be dead and I will kill you myself for putting me through this!"
Y'know, as anyone would be, I suppose. But there's important world saving business to attend to, and by the way, Imp, it would be nice if you a) took a shower and b) could relearn how to speak because you're scaring the small children and some of the adults.
Which I ignore other than the shower thing and even that's a pretty speedy one because I have to keep my eye on not!dead dude. Somewhere towards the end, right before the big "everyone get down! why are there so many damn windows?!" moment, there's some report on some group of people I was apparently friends with and it sounds like they've all been wiped out or gone missing. I try to ask whether this is true or just a protective cover, and my heart is breaking because it's like finding out a friend and their entire family have been wiped out, and no one can either figure out what I'm trying to ask without words or doesn't care, so I turn to Aren't You Supposed To Be Dead and make a couple of hand gestures and he knows exactly what I'm asking and I think my first words are in this broken whisper that I suspect I actually said aloud in reality. (When I do talk in my sleep, it sounds different in the dream, too.)
It was a weird mix of superhero and heartbreak and I woke up before things were settled.
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Date: 2013-06-19 07:15 pm (UTC)Wow, that's really involved. I have a weird love/hate relationship with those very story-driven dreams.
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Date: 2013-06-21 06:08 pm (UTC)I love the more involved dreams, though it's frustrating when it seems like a good story until you realize how much is fueled by dream logic OR you forget it the moment you start to retell it. Oi, dreams.
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Date: 2013-06-21 06:18 pm (UTC)And look! http://roswell.craigslist.org/apa/3874293635.html
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