2009-10-19
dream bitch
Reading about the technicalities of broadcast production is dreadfully booooriiing.
In way more exciting news, it's like my brain had dream vomit last night! Can't remember the last time I had a dream with a proper storyline, but I had at least 4 last night.
I had actually woke up at 7.50am to pee, then decided it was too early to get up and that my dreams were too exciting to abandon, so I went back to sleep till 9.35. And when I did wake up proper then, I immediately typed this out on my phone.
Ahmad*/bus/mahjong, angeline*/fuzzy/bitch, pokemon, naked/bathing/guitar/parents/pa/jack donaghy/ross
* Not his/her real name, to protect his/her identity. These characters are wholly fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals is purely coincidental.
(It's ok Fuzzy! You weren't the bitch! It was Angeline*!)
If I do say so myself, aren't my dreams terribly exciting??
And I have absolutely no idea why in times of dream vomit, I always have some pokemon/spongebob thing going on.
Most of my dreams are too embarrassing to describe in detail here, so I shall just share the shortest one which I remember clearly, which is the Angeline*/Fuzzy one.
So Fuzzy and I were at this UK education fair or art museum or something. We walked around and met some people we knew. After that we got tired, so we went to get a room (!!!). Ok no Fuzzy I am not horny for you, we just needed a place to lie down. So we found this dark room that had beds and lay down on one. A while later, a couple came in and lay down on the bed next to us and the girl started talking. It was Angeline*! I can't remember the exact dialogue, but it was something along the lines of "Ok don't tell Shan ok, but oh my god she's such a bitch! Seriously! Oh my goddd!" Oh and imagine that with a high-pitched bimbo voice. Very unfortunately, I can't remember why exactly I was accused of being a bitch, but ok, whatever. Back to the story, Fuzzy and I were lying there quietly and listening, and when Angeline* said "bitch", Fuzzy gave me that look she always makes when she gets excited, so I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth to shut her up so we could listen undetected.
Ok end of story. Haha how anti-climactic. Or rather, the story didn't quite end, but just cut to another story (the pokemon one, i think).
Oh well. I hope Angeline* wasn't too obvious!
I wish I had dream imaging equipment.
... Or not.
greenster at 11:09 a.m.