highly scientific dreams
Jul. 16th, 2007 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethDreamed last night of this pretty guy who ran a sort of science show that span things together in set pieces like stage magic but used chemistry and stuff in creative ways rather than trying to fool the audience. Like those science open day science can be fun demonstrations - stuff that glows or turns colors or bubbles or smokes or goes boom. Or just fun with ropes and levers so he can go flying all over the place. He had this one setup that was like action adventure save the princess stuff, with the princess plucked from the audience. I was his damsel in distress, and I'd mostly volunteered. It just hadn't been quite so high above the ground in rehearsal. So he whoosh me up there and I sit there Not Looking Down and I tell him for no one else in the world would I be that tall. And there's Significant Eye Contact and then he whooshes off to go do something involving glowing green stuff that theoretically is threatening to eat the world or something.
The audience was huge, and had famous actor people in it. Stars come to watch stars. World famous! Or possibly only countrywide famous. But famous, and good at his job.
Pretty guy was also wheelchair user with one arm kind of wasted still since the accident. Something went wrong that wasn't his fault, and now he checks absolutely everything, personally, even if he has to get all on wires and fly around to do it. My kind of obsessive.
A significant proportion of the audience is wandering around in Booster/Beetle t-shirts, with their favourite pages and a little link underneath to go to the save them campaign page.
Then one guy comes in dressed as Booster, complete with shiny and a flight ring. He starts acting like the flight ring actually works and he will come and save me. Everyone is *facepalm* cause they know it's some guy from the student's union who gets dressed like this whenever he has an excuse. Only now he's interfering with the show, and manages to knock me off the platform! Oh noes!
Science guy to the rescue! Whoosh on rope, swing across and catch me!
(Only, of course, being a *sensible* science guy, we were both already on safety harnesses so the rope was pretty much for show. The really observant could guess cause he was holding it in his too-skinny arm so his good arm could catch me. But mostly people were going 'ooh' and 'eee!' and 'ah!' like they should.)
After that he took me home and my obsessive-compulsive comfort handwashing gradually turned into shower porn. And then with the wheelchair he could sweep me off my feet and into the bedroom and mostly have his hands be doing interesting stuff instead of just holding on. Which was fun.
So, you know, good dream.
Unusual, but good.
The audience was huge, and had famous actor people in it. Stars come to watch stars. World famous! Or possibly only countrywide famous. But famous, and good at his job.
Pretty guy was also wheelchair user with one arm kind of wasted still since the accident. Something went wrong that wasn't his fault, and now he checks absolutely everything, personally, even if he has to get all on wires and fly around to do it. My kind of obsessive.
A significant proportion of the audience is wandering around in Booster/Beetle t-shirts, with their favourite pages and a little link underneath to go to the save them campaign page.
Then one guy comes in dressed as Booster, complete with shiny and a flight ring. He starts acting like the flight ring actually works and he will come and save me. Everyone is *facepalm* cause they know it's some guy from the student's union who gets dressed like this whenever he has an excuse. Only now he's interfering with the show, and manages to knock me off the platform! Oh noes!
Science guy to the rescue! Whoosh on rope, swing across and catch me!
(Only, of course, being a *sensible* science guy, we were both already on safety harnesses so the rope was pretty much for show. The really observant could guess cause he was holding it in his too-skinny arm so his good arm could catch me. But mostly people were going 'ooh' and 'eee!' and 'ah!' like they should.)
After that he took me home and my obsessive-compulsive comfort handwashing gradually turned into shower porn. And then with the wheelchair he could sweep me off my feet and into the bedroom and mostly have his hands be doing interesting stuff instead of just holding on. Which was fun.
So, you know, good dream.
Unusual, but good.