Dreams of weird oral sex.
Sep. 18th, 2005 02:00 pmThe Dresden Dolls - [Pierre (Live Birmingham 10-13-04)]--- In my dream, it went from an episode of "Living Single," to a concert by some metal band, at which Amanda Palmer, of the Dresden Dolls, was performing as a living statue. She and one of her fellow performers broke protocol, to talk, and her friend said "If you don't do it, you'll never know." I looked up, to see what they're talk about, and it's just in time for Amanda to lower her groin, into my face. (Ben Folds Five - [Selfless, Cold and Composed]). I reacted, instinctually, but, as i did, the show ended, and they left. I followed, through the hallway, trying to figure out what just happened, and I turned a corner, into what seemed like a hospital.
I needed a check up, and what was my being checked for some cold, or something, turned into me, Daniel Jackson, and some alien from Farscape, researching a type of bacteria, in a clean room. The room had an air lock and sanitization room, at the entrance, and we needed a weird semaphore/binary light system, to communicate with the alien, because his translator earpiece wasn't clean enough, for the room. We left, with me trailing behind and having to wait, while people opened the outer door.
We were driving down a semi-rural country road. There were buildings, and stores, but large fieds and trees, in between. (Jerry Goldsmith - [Ave Satani (From The Omen)]). Kirsten was driving, with
beard and I following, in his car. Possibly it was Bob. I don't really remember, anymore. We stopped at a conveniece store/auto repair place, to get our bearings, and then continued onward.
Throwing Muses - [Snakeface]--- That was pretty much it, for dreams, though. Last night was pretty fun, at the potluck, saw a lot of people, some of whom relaxed, others of whom did not, and many of whom were simply themselves, which is good enough, for me. I liked it a lot. Smoked with some of the professors, many of whom were closet smokers, and whose students were scandalised. Heh. (Talking Heads - [Once in a Lifetime (Live)]). I like that word: "Scandalised." Anyway,
mech_angel and
mr_hinzelmann said they enjoyed themselves, and they certainly seemed to, so that's about all I got, and I'm glad they had a good time.
Happy birthday,
bakeneko.
I'm off to get dressed, eat food, and read. I'll see you all later.
Ta.
I needed a check up, and what was my being checked for some cold, or something, turned into me, Daniel Jackson, and some alien from Farscape, researching a type of bacteria, in a clean room. The room had an air lock and sanitization room, at the entrance, and we needed a weird semaphore/binary light system, to communicate with the alien, because his translator earpiece wasn't clean enough, for the room. We left, with me trailing behind and having to wait, while people opened the outer door.
We were driving down a semi-rural country road. There were buildings, and stores, but large fieds and trees, in between. (Jerry Goldsmith - [Ave Satani (From The Omen)]). Kirsten was driving, with
Throwing Muses - [Snakeface]--- That was pretty much it, for dreams, though. Last night was pretty fun, at the potluck, saw a lot of people, some of whom relaxed, others of whom did not, and many of whom were simply themselves, which is good enough, for me. I liked it a lot. Smoked with some of the professors, many of whom were closet smokers, and whose students were scandalised. Heh. (Talking Heads - [Once in a Lifetime (Live)]). I like that word: "Scandalised." Anyway,
Happy birthday,
I'm off to get dressed, eat food, and read. I'll see you all later.
Ta.