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clevermanka) wrote2013-10-16 10:06 am
clevermanka) wrote2013-10-16 10:06 am
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Speaking of mechanical things
Thank goodness I was able to fall back asleep when I returned to bed at 4:30, and slept until 8:30! I'm pretty groggy, though, and my abdomen is swollen like whoa. I really really really want to make it to the gym today, though. It opens for faculty/staff use in about an hour and then closes again at 1:00. We'll see what happens.
I had an amazing dream in my second sleep session of the night.
Surprisingly enough, I was working at a Renaissance fair (I know, right?), and there was a collection of Victorian automatons in a glass case (no idea). One of the automatons was a rather menacing looking man with a black moustache and another was a little boy who looked very unhappy and scared of black moustache man. I opened the sliding door of the case to let the boy out. He told me that he wanted to get away from black moustache man and would I help him. So I held his hand and we ran out of the museum. The little boy told me that black moustache man was programmed to hunt and look for him, so we would have a hard time getting away. We were able to hide for a little while among the other festival workers. I spent a lot of time texting a friend of mine, trying to arrange a getaway, but we couldn't hook up with each other because the messages kept failing to send.
Eventually black moustache man spotted us and we ran out to the parking lot. We got in my car (the Crossfire) and drove maybe halfway out of the parking lot when the engine started making a horrible noise. Mechanical boy and I ditched the Crossfire and got in the Saab, which inconveniently had the top down so we were quite visible. There wasn't any time to waste, though, so I started up the Saab (no idea why I had both sets of keys on me--OH DREAMS) and we drove away as quickly as possible. Which is pretty damn slow in the Saab, I gotta say. In the dream it was almost comical.
The rest of the dream was an increasingly stressful series of me and mechanical boy (who slowly morphed into a human girl) evading black moustache man who had enlisted the help of the FBI. At one point we were at a ratty, small-town, home-studio-style hair salon--the kind that have old ladies getting perms all day--having our hair dyed for disguises. Black moustache man and the FBI arrived, but we were barely able to sneak out the back door. However, our car (a Toyota Camry at this point, since I'd started stealing more common cars and then ditching them on a regular basis) was parked out front so we had to literally run.
It was at this stage that I decided I'd had enough stress from this particular dream and woke myself up.
I had an amazing dream in my second sleep session of the night.
Surprisingly enough, I was working at a Renaissance fair (I know, right?), and there was a collection of Victorian automatons in a glass case (no idea). One of the automatons was a rather menacing looking man with a black moustache and another was a little boy who looked very unhappy and scared of black moustache man. I opened the sliding door of the case to let the boy out. He told me that he wanted to get away from black moustache man and would I help him. So I held his hand and we ran out of the museum. The little boy told me that black moustache man was programmed to hunt and look for him, so we would have a hard time getting away. We were able to hide for a little while among the other festival workers. I spent a lot of time texting a friend of mine, trying to arrange a getaway, but we couldn't hook up with each other because the messages kept failing to send.
Eventually black moustache man spotted us and we ran out to the parking lot. We got in my car (the Crossfire) and drove maybe halfway out of the parking lot when the engine started making a horrible noise. Mechanical boy and I ditched the Crossfire and got in the Saab, which inconveniently had the top down so we were quite visible. There wasn't any time to waste, though, so I started up the Saab (no idea why I had both sets of keys on me--OH DREAMS) and we drove away as quickly as possible. Which is pretty damn slow in the Saab, I gotta say. In the dream it was almost comical.
The rest of the dream was an increasingly stressful series of me and mechanical boy (who slowly morphed into a human girl) evading black moustache man who had enlisted the help of the FBI. At one point we were at a ratty, small-town, home-studio-style hair salon--the kind that have old ladies getting perms all day--having our hair dyed for disguises. Black moustache man and the FBI arrived, but we were barely able to sneak out the back door. However, our car (a Toyota Camry at this point, since I'd started stealing more common cars and then ditching them on a regular basis) was parked out front so we had to literally run.
It was at this stage that I decided I'd had enough stress from this particular dream and woke myself up.
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What a strange dream indeed!
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♥
I didn't want to wake from mine this morning. I was with my first husband, and we were as back then: young, silly and just having fun, and then it turned into a total sex dream and it was fabulous! We lived in a little cottage on a beach.. maybe that was my alternate reality self.
She's having a good life. ;)
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That is a good strategy. It is one of the best selling cars in America. You'd blend right in!
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