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Oct. 3rd, 2005 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethToday I dreamed I was living with Andrew and Jonathan
I think I need better dreams
I mean they were sweet, and we were all equally insistent about getting the monster fighting parts done before Doctor Who started, but
three in a bed
*eyebrow raised*
even in my dream, my main reaction to J was, like, giggling
and comments like he looks better with the lights off
also, he had this spitting habit
to be fair it was a health thing, but still, spitting, eeew.
Andrew I was just happy was still alive
Andrew had a whole plot happen to him
involving his invisible friend who turned out not to be imaginary
and a really big bug that turned into a bazillion bugs whenever it got chopped up and they all flowed back together into a really big bug and Andrew got swept up in it.
And also Captain Picard (or possibly Professor X with ability to walk, because no uniform) had captured the face/brain part and was keeping it on a special stand where the edges, that would change it into a bug that could move again, were constantly singed by lazers, so it stayed all grr arrgh and stuck.
Anyways, Really Big Bug got defeated by Andrew and his invisible friend. She was only invisible under most kinds of light. Under particular wavelengths different parts of them showed up. Mostly bones. But under UV they hardened, and then all of them showed up like bones. If she'd remembered to rust they wouldn't harden, because the rust layer would protect them from the UV, but rust just isn't comfortable. So she was stuck all tied to a lab bench and the Really Big Bug was after her.
So anyway, Andrew... I was going to type 'saved the day' but my fingers think this is unlikely. Andrew was involved and the day got saved. Something about the brain part being replaced by another with a stronger will. Couldn't be Andrew. Must have been Picard X by remote or something. Or maybe he just reasoned with Really Big Bug Brain until it wasn't a bad guy any more.
Andrew got home again, covered in gunk
so he had a really long bath and went to bed
without getting dry
damp bed
so I was all 'Andrew, alive! eeeew, wet sheets' and, like, happy dance pouting.
And then in my dream, because obviously all that wasn't scary enough, it turned out we were renting the room from my Grandma and Aunt. They kept on busting in to check everything was still kosher. And I'm like, hello, one bed, three people, even if they're gay and I'm sleeping on the floor y'all are never going to think its okay. Only, you know, without saying it out loud because really, too much fuss. They kept on breaking in to check for drugs and stuff. The 'and stuff' was rather more likely, except for intermittent presence of relatives.
Then they started a book club and invited a whole bunch of people. The only one we knew was Kennedy. This made an effective deterrent to just about anything.
In the dream, Kennedy told us the only guy she liked was Macauly Culkin, because he was just like a girl. *shudders* So wrong, in so many ways.
And I was wandering around in just a t-shirt, because really I'd had other plans involving lack of clothing, but there were like teenage guys sitting on the floor and one of them made the mistake of pointing and laughing. I dragged them up by the finger and told them they could look all they want - otherwise I would have worn pants - but the pointing and laughing was just disruptive and unhelpful. Threw them out.
So eventually, lack of book club, and then... Grandma decided my hair needed washing, and announced this by pouring shampoo on my head. I'd washed my hair six times already that weekend, but no, again!
Aside from the relatives and the really big bugs it was pretty cool place to live though. Me and J and Andrew had pooled our resources. And I'd stolen a bunch from a former employer.
Lady looked like Amanda from Highlander, only a teensy bit older. She was driving around in her ex's Jaguar. There was some kind of complicated Thing going on where he wanted to rule the world and so did she and they therefore spent all their time thwarting each other. I don't know why I was in the car but even in dreams I was a passenger. She was in back. Anyway, she finally got annoyed enough with him she decided to just smash the car. Completely trash it. She had some kind of superstrength so she just had to twitch an elbow and crunch, no more window. And I was all 'meep! car!' and then she gave me a Look and I had to grovel and explain my begging had nothing to do with her ex and everything to do with it being a classic Jaguar in racing green with leather interior and... Car! So, she made it my job to crush it completely. *sigh* *sob*
But I got to nick all the electricals and saleable salvage before I got to blow it up. Car go kaboom is almost as cool as car. Sort of. I mean it was a bit worn around the edges...
Nope, car better. *sigh*
So we had nifty electronics and J brought stuff and Andrew and between us we had recording and playback devices of all types, and possibly a radio tuner for talking to aliens or whatever. Gadgetry. But all racked carefully on metal mesh shelves. Cheap ones from the Argos catalog, because priorities.
The bed also started out as a fold out sofa. That would need upgrading. You know, if we ever got to use it.
The TV was good though. And surround sound.
And the house was across the river from a really big pub. Also near some semi industrial areas and a big cave. But the view out our window was very rural, big pub, big pub garden, very tranquil. Well, except for when they showed football in the big pub. But from where we could see it was this big white painted building. We'd have to go round the other side to see what it was called. The sign out back had moveable letters (not originally, but they'd been screwed on the back of the building ages ago and gradually became moveable) so usually it seemed to be called *someones name* *some clever insult* *random alphabet letters*
Actually the name had three components, one of them a nail.
And the name in the clever insult could be Ethan Rayn(e). Possibly lacking a second E.
We couldn't actually get to the pub from our side without a very long detour, but like I said, nice view.
I think the dream was a tad too realistic for to be fun. I mean, yeah, giant bug monsters, not so much with the real, but most of the problems were trying to live with guys with the social skills of doormats and no consideration for others. And my family. At once. Which really, not mixy.
But kind of okay too.
Now I'm trying to remember what the Doctor Who plot was. It was a preview special before the new season and I'm vaguely wondering if its prophetic...
I think I need better dreams
I mean they were sweet, and we were all equally insistent about getting the monster fighting parts done before Doctor Who started, but
three in a bed
*eyebrow raised*
even in my dream, my main reaction to J was, like, giggling
and comments like he looks better with the lights off
also, he had this spitting habit
to be fair it was a health thing, but still, spitting, eeew.
Andrew I was just happy was still alive
Andrew had a whole plot happen to him
involving his invisible friend who turned out not to be imaginary
and a really big bug that turned into a bazillion bugs whenever it got chopped up and they all flowed back together into a really big bug and Andrew got swept up in it.
And also Captain Picard (or possibly Professor X with ability to walk, because no uniform) had captured the face/brain part and was keeping it on a special stand where the edges, that would change it into a bug that could move again, were constantly singed by lazers, so it stayed all grr arrgh and stuck.
Anyways, Really Big Bug got defeated by Andrew and his invisible friend. She was only invisible under most kinds of light. Under particular wavelengths different parts of them showed up. Mostly bones. But under UV they hardened, and then all of them showed up like bones. If she'd remembered to rust they wouldn't harden, because the rust layer would protect them from the UV, but rust just isn't comfortable. So she was stuck all tied to a lab bench and the Really Big Bug was after her.
So anyway, Andrew... I was going to type 'saved the day' but my fingers think this is unlikely. Andrew was involved and the day got saved. Something about the brain part being replaced by another with a stronger will. Couldn't be Andrew. Must have been Picard X by remote or something. Or maybe he just reasoned with Really Big Bug Brain until it wasn't a bad guy any more.
Andrew got home again, covered in gunk
so he had a really long bath and went to bed
without getting dry
damp bed
so I was all 'Andrew, alive! eeeew, wet sheets' and, like, happy dance pouting.
And then in my dream, because obviously all that wasn't scary enough, it turned out we were renting the room from my Grandma and Aunt. They kept on busting in to check everything was still kosher. And I'm like, hello, one bed, three people, even if they're gay and I'm sleeping on the floor y'all are never going to think its okay. Only, you know, without saying it out loud because really, too much fuss. They kept on breaking in to check for drugs and stuff. The 'and stuff' was rather more likely, except for intermittent presence of relatives.
Then they started a book club and invited a whole bunch of people. The only one we knew was Kennedy. This made an effective deterrent to just about anything.
In the dream, Kennedy told us the only guy she liked was Macauly Culkin, because he was just like a girl. *shudders* So wrong, in so many ways.
And I was wandering around in just a t-shirt, because really I'd had other plans involving lack of clothing, but there were like teenage guys sitting on the floor and one of them made the mistake of pointing and laughing. I dragged them up by the finger and told them they could look all they want - otherwise I would have worn pants - but the pointing and laughing was just disruptive and unhelpful. Threw them out.
So eventually, lack of book club, and then... Grandma decided my hair needed washing, and announced this by pouring shampoo on my head. I'd washed my hair six times already that weekend, but no, again!
Aside from the relatives and the really big bugs it was pretty cool place to live though. Me and J and Andrew had pooled our resources. And I'd stolen a bunch from a former employer.
Lady looked like Amanda from Highlander, only a teensy bit older. She was driving around in her ex's Jaguar. There was some kind of complicated Thing going on where he wanted to rule the world and so did she and they therefore spent all their time thwarting each other. I don't know why I was in the car but even in dreams I was a passenger. She was in back. Anyway, she finally got annoyed enough with him she decided to just smash the car. Completely trash it. She had some kind of superstrength so she just had to twitch an elbow and crunch, no more window. And I was all 'meep! car!' and then she gave me a Look and I had to grovel and explain my begging had nothing to do with her ex and everything to do with it being a classic Jaguar in racing green with leather interior and... Car! So, she made it my job to crush it completely. *sigh* *sob*
But I got to nick all the electricals and saleable salvage before I got to blow it up. Car go kaboom is almost as cool as car. Sort of. I mean it was a bit worn around the edges...
Nope, car better. *sigh*
So we had nifty electronics and J brought stuff and Andrew and between us we had recording and playback devices of all types, and possibly a radio tuner for talking to aliens or whatever. Gadgetry. But all racked carefully on metal mesh shelves. Cheap ones from the Argos catalog, because priorities.
The bed also started out as a fold out sofa. That would need upgrading. You know, if we ever got to use it.
The TV was good though. And surround sound.
And the house was across the river from a really big pub. Also near some semi industrial areas and a big cave. But the view out our window was very rural, big pub, big pub garden, very tranquil. Well, except for when they showed football in the big pub. But from where we could see it was this big white painted building. We'd have to go round the other side to see what it was called. The sign out back had moveable letters (not originally, but they'd been screwed on the back of the building ages ago and gradually became moveable) so usually it seemed to be called *someones name* *some clever insult* *random alphabet letters*
Actually the name had three components, one of them a nail.
And the name in the clever insult could be Ethan Rayn(e). Possibly lacking a second E.
We couldn't actually get to the pub from our side without a very long detour, but like I said, nice view.
I think the dream was a tad too realistic for to be fun. I mean, yeah, giant bug monsters, not so much with the real, but most of the problems were trying to live with guys with the social skills of doormats and no consideration for others. And my family. At once. Which really, not mixy.
But kind of okay too.
Now I'm trying to remember what the Doctor Who plot was. It was a preview special before the new season and I'm vaguely wondering if its prophetic...