I dreamed in concoctions of fables
Mar. 22nd, 2005 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Several conventions, all at once, and everyone's extremely illegal pictures, from it. Combinations of Dragon Con, Fantasm, and Esotericon, i walk out of a door, and/or down a hallway and am in the woods of some French-held territory,in winter.
I see an idiot Frenchman running for his life. I knwo what's chasing him, and know that he won't be stupid, for long. He keeps looking over his shoulder, and ther eis a voiceover that is one voice, in French and English, at the same time. He is being chased by two wolves, and something that looks like a larger and smaller black wolf, but isn't a wolf. Not really. He runns into a clearing, a very large field, looking for a branch to climb, and finds a slide, from a playground. He runs to the top, and waits there, knowing that the wolves will find a way up. Looking over, to his left, there is a tree, and the Not-Wolf sits in one of its branches, waiting. One of the wolves looks like Jennifer Aniston, tempting, begging him to come down, and touch her, feel her, and he knows he's going to die. All the time, there is the inpression of the convention. I know that, when caught and nearly torn to pieces by the wolves, the Not-Wolf will lick his wounds clean. He will become the Big Bad Wolf. I'm reaching downat the nude woman, and thinking that, if I'm going to die, might as well die pleasurably. We make out, and she yells cut.
There is a short film, involving old Saturday Night Live casts, in claymation, about the things Jennifer Aniston won't do, and how those things are in her contract.
More with conventions, and working. I wake up
Speaking of which, I need to go look up Contracts.
It's going to be a strange day...
Of to class
I see an idiot Frenchman running for his life. I knwo what's chasing him, and know that he won't be stupid, for long. He keeps looking over his shoulder, and ther eis a voiceover that is one voice, in French and English, at the same time. He is being chased by two wolves, and something that looks like a larger and smaller black wolf, but isn't a wolf. Not really. He runns into a clearing, a very large field, looking for a branch to climb, and finds a slide, from a playground. He runs to the top, and waits there, knowing that the wolves will find a way up. Looking over, to his left, there is a tree, and the Not-Wolf sits in one of its branches, waiting. One of the wolves looks like Jennifer Aniston, tempting, begging him to come down, and touch her, feel her, and he knows he's going to die. All the time, there is the inpression of the convention. I know that, when caught and nearly torn to pieces by the wolves, the Not-Wolf will lick his wounds clean. He will become the Big Bad Wolf. I'm reaching downat the nude woman, and thinking that, if I'm going to die, might as well die pleasurably. We make out, and she yells cut.
There is a short film, involving old Saturday Night Live casts, in claymation, about the things Jennifer Aniston won't do, and how those things are in her contract.
More with conventions, and working. I wake up
Speaking of which, I need to go look up Contracts.
It's going to be a strange day...
Of to class
