Strong Verbs Are Just Better

After many years of travelling in January and having to be back in time for exams, apparently the fact that I've been here all month isn't good enough for my brain. Accordingly, I present you, the Thing I Dreamed Last Night.

1. I was at the parental abode in LTP. I had been home for a while. It was saturday the 21st and I needed to be back in geneva by the morning of the 23rd to invigilate exams (the exam part is true)
2. I did not have a plane ticket because Mum had assured me I wouldn't need one - if I flew to aus, she'd send me back using her new matter transporter.
3. This was all well and good except it was broken, so we had to go into Newcastle to buy a new one
4. Insert several detours in the dream about parking cars, and charging mobile phones while in cars
5. When I looked at the packaging of the matter transporter, two things became clear: a. it wasn't instantaneous and b. it was only designed for short transits. The packaging sang its praises for a 6-hour transit from mainland Florida to the Keys.
6. Mum was uncharacteristically blasé about this and insisted that given time differences, if they zapped me out of LTP on sunday night i'd arrive, six hours later, on sunday night in geneva.
7. I was being /terribly difficult/ by insisting I really did have to catch a plane instead of using this matter transporter over untested distances.
8. It was not possible to get a saturday night flight out of the local airport that would get me to an int'l transit and back to geneva in time for exam invigilation and I was going to be In Trouble.

I did not like this dream at all.

Ahem. Right. K gave me the 1997 Broadway Cast Recording of The Lion King. This is probably a dangerous act.

OK, on to Highly's Weird Dreams, This Time Suitably Incomprehensible!

In, oh, I think it was first year, I had a few recurring dreams about finding that I had to go back to school to finish my HSC, despite being half-way through my university degree. Turning eighteen, growing up to be a Serious Senior kind of student, and all that, did away with that particular dream.

Until now. This time, I

a) found myself living at home and singing in my father's band. Yeah, don't ask me.
b) was going back to school to finish the HSC, but simultaneously trying to finish my thesis. The vast numbers of books I had to carry around for this required two backpacks. I had panic attacks about conflicting assessment schedules, in the course of which I...
c) somehow got a book stuck under the brake pedal and nearly caused my mother to have a car accident. My mother was cross about this and not very sympathetic about my assessment crises.
d) tried very, very hard to convince the Deputy Principal, who isn't even AT the school anymore, to stage BARE as the school musical for the year. On waking up, this caused me to die of hilarity. My school did make a point of staging religious musicals... *coughsnort* BARE is very liturgical!

All of this was happening in jerky discontinuous snippets, in between which I was dreaming that I was Jason (who, mysteriously, was carrying MY thesis around), and he/I was perving on the boys in my brother's grade. Or, really, being disappointed in the lack of perving material, since they were all looking a lot younger and less attractive than they ACTUALLY ARE.¹

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1. Not that I would check out my brother's friends. I swear.

So, exhaustion is supposed to result in sweet dreamless sleep. I could be so lucky. Instead, I seem to have been channelling ursulav, except without all the sex. And no birds, either, unless you count dragons.

Had an extremely complex dream last night, one of those ones where two separate narratives crash into each other with bizarre results.

To start with, I was pregnant. The baby was due on my birthday (which, weirdly, in this dream was Nov. 7, not 6), but Dad was sure it would be two weeks premi. That meant that I was due in week twelve of semester, and would conflict with the presentation-and-paper I was planning to give for Devious' class that week. goblinpaladin was also in said class, but could not or would not swap presentation weeks with me. I'm not sure if he had anything to do with the baby at all, he was certainly quite peripheral to the whole thing.

At this point, the plot collided with a very cool, very vibrantly coloured fantasy world, in which I decided to summon a dragon oracle from an outback dunny, to find out when my baby would be born. The dragon oracle had a BABY DRAGON ORACLE, which was ADOWABLE and had blue eye-shadow. I don't think I found out when I'd be giving birth, but the dragon oracle did give me useful advice on parenting in general and managing parenthood and study in particular.¹ Meanwhile, there was a very complicated plot going on in this fantasy land, which I can't remember particularly well anymore. There were two cousins in love, an evil lord of some sort, and a king or possibly duke who was with me also consulting the dragon oracle. He needed to know when my baby would be born (it was important to the fantasy plot somehow, but also I think he was in Devious' class with me), and then we conducted a second summoning of the dragon oracle in order to find out if she could convince the queen to resume conjugal relations with the king. Except that the queen didn't BELIEVE in dragons, so when we dragged her down to the outback dunny, all she could see was an outback dunny, and that doesn't put anyone in a conjugal mood.

There were sieges, escapes and pursuits, a couple of villages got razed, and I had 15000 words of essays to write.

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1. Current theory is that the "babies" in fact represent theses, and the Dragon Oracle represents Awesome. What the cousins in love and the non-conjugal royalty had to do with it, I'm unsure.

in a dream last night, i was sitting at a table with some people i knew well- can't remember who they are now. I think we were studying.
I was having an in depth conversation with the guy across from me. The disturbing thing about it- and this worried me even in the dream- was tha we both had laptops on the table, and as the conversation got more involved, we completely stopped speaking and started typing because it was quicker and easier. The conversation become this weird mix of typing and speaking- i'd type something, he'd look over at me, and say 'oh, interesting, but...' as his fingers were flying over the keyboard to explain the 'but'.

i used to not be able to think without a pen in my hand. if you were talking to me, and having a complicated conversation, i had to be playing with a pen. As i typed up essays and whatnot, i had to be playing with a pen while i stared at the screen thinking. I find it a little disturbing, don't ask me why, that typing has replaced that completely now. The day i actually find my fingers twitching to type as i talk, i'll be very worried.

latest update on Amy's Dreams!

*Me, as a leader on an NCYC bus tour, wandering around topless. (and no one seemed to notice). wtf? major Safe Place hazard...

i think my subconcious is staging a rebellion what with camp looming and all.

i officially have a recurring nightmare. go me.

In this dream, i and various others are chased through the Education Building by dementors. The Ed building is a fair bit taller, and has many underground levels, but is recognisable by it's tiny, uniform grey corridors and the immense capacity for getting lost therein.

In order to escape the dementors, one must make one's way to the fire escape and then run all the way down the centre of the building to the lowest floor, cross the corridor, and ascend another fire escape which will bring you back to the ground floor and out near Manning House.

I spend most of this dream either:
*trying to FIND the fire escape, while evading dementors
*running up and down the fire escape
*trying to get other people into the fire escape without leaving the way clear for dementors

although most people in this dream i have not met (although one guy had william's ears. and his tshirt, but not the rest of him), my recurring dream-character has not yet made an appearance.