Dream Theatre
Nov. 10th, 2008 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7The first dream was a... Very Special "deleted scene," from Serenity. Jewel Staite, as Kaylee Fry, *Ahem* "Being in her bunk," for those who dig the parlance. So that was weird.
Second dream was a large house that was also one of those Colonial Williamsburg-style attractions; the kind with the wrought chain walkway guard, to keep kids off the grass? Yeah those. Big rambling house, with a pool and a sloping hill down into the back yard. It was some extremely rich kid's birthday, and there were private security/Secret Service people, everywhere, to keep us from going into the kitchen, or the bedrooms. I managed to get into the depths of the place, which led me to
The third dream was me, wandering through tunnels that were MARTA and METRO tunnels, as well as the inside of the house, and the hallways of a university. I was walking with someone, getting on and off of trains, to make it to classes, and I think it was Donald Faison. I looked at him and said, "You what I keep forgetting?" "What's that?" "That I was one half of the original line-upof DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince." And he said to me, "Never, Ever forget that." And then I ran off to slide under a closing door, Indy-style, before it was too late.
Running through the halls, trying to get to what I knew was the outside. I could see the cobblestone layout, the Italian/American/French street design, and I knew my way around, out there, but there were women in the halls, training. They were preparing for some kind of fashion show, preparing their turns and their poise, but also preparing the dresses; they were the models for their own work. I did a hand spring down the hallway, to get past them, and landed on the heels of my boots, at a 45 degree angle. I raised myself up, slowly, somehow, of ran to my room. In my room was a woman in her early-to-mid twenties, with curly strawberry blonde hair, wearing only a pair of underwear. She was to be my roommate, for some reason. I would sleep on a cot, she would get the bed, and the door to the hallway would remain open. She kept talking to me about how nervous she was, about the show, about how she couldn't sleep. Eventually she said, "Oh fuck it," and rolled on top of me, on my cot. I Pushed her back onto her bed, and looked outside the door, at a noise. Coiled by the door was a Dyno-Mutt arm with a spoon on the end. I said "I know what this means," and as the phone rand I answered it "Hello, Uncle Gadget." But it was the Chief, and Inspector Gadget needed me to bring him some Lactaid and some Pepto Bismol, because he had eaten a lot of ice cream, and he was lactose intolerant.
I woke up, as I was going through my dresser, for clothes.
Interpretations are... Well. That was certainly a thing. I need to go get ready for work.
Second dream was a large house that was also one of those Colonial Williamsburg-style attractions; the kind with the wrought chain walkway guard, to keep kids off the grass? Yeah those. Big rambling house, with a pool and a sloping hill down into the back yard. It was some extremely rich kid's birthday, and there were private security/Secret Service people, everywhere, to keep us from going into the kitchen, or the bedrooms. I managed to get into the depths of the place, which led me to
The third dream was me, wandering through tunnels that were MARTA and METRO tunnels, as well as the inside of the house, and the hallways of a university. I was walking with someone, getting on and off of trains, to make it to classes, and I think it was Donald Faison. I looked at him and said, "You what I keep forgetting?" "What's that?" "That I was one half of the original line-upof DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince." And he said to me, "Never, Ever forget that." And then I ran off to slide under a closing door, Indy-style, before it was too late.
Running through the halls, trying to get to what I knew was the outside. I could see the cobblestone layout, the Italian/American/French street design, and I knew my way around, out there, but there were women in the halls, training. They were preparing for some kind of fashion show, preparing their turns and their poise, but also preparing the dresses; they were the models for their own work. I did a hand spring down the hallway, to get past them, and landed on the heels of my boots, at a 45 degree angle. I raised myself up, slowly, somehow, of ran to my room. In my room was a woman in her early-to-mid twenties, with curly strawberry blonde hair, wearing only a pair of underwear. She was to be my roommate, for some reason. I would sleep on a cot, she would get the bed, and the door to the hallway would remain open. She kept talking to me about how nervous she was, about the show, about how she couldn't sleep. Eventually she said, "Oh fuck it," and rolled on top of me, on my cot. I Pushed her back onto her bed, and looked outside the door, at a noise. Coiled by the door was a Dyno-Mutt arm with a spoon on the end. I said "I know what this means," and as the phone rand I answered it "Hello, Uncle Gadget." But it was the Chief, and Inspector Gadget needed me to bring him some Lactaid and some Pepto Bismol, because he had eaten a lot of ice cream, and he was lactose intolerant.
I woke up, as I was going through my dresser, for clothes.
Interpretations are... Well. That was certainly a thing. I need to go get ready for work.
