NyQuil dreams
Nov. 18th, 2006 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I had dreams that there were of two frat boys who were like combinations of Hankand Dean from the Venture Bros., and the frat boys from that one episode in season one of the West Wing and Jean-Paul. They were angry because this girl, who was a combination of Zoe, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jenniebreeden spurned their advances, and they sang a musical number, which was animated in jenniebreeden's style, about how she wouldn't be so uptight, if... something. Anyway, while they were singing that song, they were fucking each other in a bathroom stall (rough trade, one of them started bleeding), and discussing their arrangements, for the evening, having to fuck, in front of some wealthy buyer.
Next section was getting a new house together, in top shape, and it's a house I'd bought, withmech_angel, and the kitchen was wonderful and there's this old doorway, and the layout was wonderful. Anyway, This woman who was a combination of Dr Hartley and the silent WASP woman, from that episode of Scrubs, was trying to seduce me, in the empty house. Eventually I twigged to it, and rebuffed her advances. Then there were a bunch of people in the house, including some of my students, and we're wandering around, trying to get breakfast ready. Wandering around the as-yet unfurninhed house (boxes and whatnot, rather than full furniture), and the cat was my cellphone. I wanted to let him wander around and get used to the new place, but he was folded up in my back pocket, and warm. We were trying to make breakfast, and I had a whole lot of bacon, but only four eggs, to feed everyone. I was trying to make sure everything was going to be ready, in time, and I ended up breaking an egg, while cooking it. I called beard down, to help, and he didn't have a place to fit, and pointed out that the majourity of us couldn't fit next to the counter, and cook.
Next section was me, sitting in a class that was ending, and the next class starting.ceangal was teaching the next class, and it was on music in literature and film. She was calling herself (or her e-mail) 1L. Green and the title of the calss was "One L Green Noir." She saw me getting up, leaning agaisnt a post, in the middle of the stadium-style seating aisle, and I waved, discretely, to say "good job," and she winked at me and continued to teach class.
Soemthing else,. in the second section, about travelling back and forth between the new house, and the surrounding neighbourhood. Very weird-feeling.
Now it's time for a breakfast, other than brownies. Then, to Borders, to look at writer's resource guides, so I can start submitting writting to places. Then? Who knows. Lot's of stuff, i'd imagine.
jenniebreeden spurned their advances, and they sang a musical number, which was animated in jenniebreeden's style, about how she wouldn't be so uptight, if... something. Anyway, while they were singing that song, they were fucking each other in a bathroom stall (rough trade, one of them started bleeding), and discussing their arrangements, for the evening, having to fuck, in front of some wealthy buyer.Next section was getting a new house together, in top shape, and it's a house I'd bought, with
mech_angel, and the kitchen was wonderful and there's this old doorway, and the layout was wonderful. Anyway, This woman who was a combination of Dr Hartley and the silent WASP woman, from that episode of Scrubs, was trying to seduce me, in the empty house. Eventually I twigged to it, and rebuffed her advances. Then there were a bunch of people in the house, including some of my students, and we're wandering around, trying to get breakfast ready. Wandering around the as-yet unfurninhed house (boxes and whatnot, rather than full furniture), and the cat was my cellphone. I wanted to let him wander around and get used to the new place, but he was folded up in my back pocket, and warm. We were trying to make breakfast, and I had a whole lot of bacon, but only four eggs, to feed everyone. I was trying to make sure everything was going to be ready, in time, and I ended up breaking an egg, while cooking it. I called beard down, to help, and he didn't have a place to fit, and pointed out that the majourity of us couldn't fit next to the counter, and cook.Next section was me, sitting in a class that was ending, and the next class starting.
ceangal was teaching the next class, and it was on music in literature and film. She was calling herself (or her e-mail) 1L. Green and the title of the calss was "One L Green Noir." She saw me getting up, leaning agaisnt a post, in the middle of the stadium-style seating aisle, and I waved, discretely, to say "good job," and she winked at me and continued to teach class.Soemthing else,. in the second section, about travelling back and forth between the new house, and the surrounding neighbourhood. Very weird-feeling.
Now it's time for a breakfast, other than brownies. Then, to Borders, to look at writer's resource guides, so I can start submitting writting to places. Then? Who knows. Lot's of stuff, i'd imagine.
