Lots of stuff today
Jan. 13th, 2006 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logicbuttonOn the front page of today's newspaper.
Damn, why didn't interesting stuff like that ever happen at my high school?
Not that, you know, I wish there had been convicted sex offenders there. Still.
Last night I had this dream where I was on vacation in a foreign country with a group of maybe ten people or so, many of whom were from that country and acting as guides. We had taken cable cars out to the big muddy lake in the wilderness that appears in my dreams with surprising frequency, and I was going to swim in it. A sizable amount of time was then spent on learning the mythology of the lake, the proper way to swim (float, actually) in the lake, and water safety. I finally got in the water and floated across the whole big lake, finally coming out in entirely the wrong place and being covered in mud, at which point everybody I was with (who never seemed to have any trouble instantaneously getting to any place on the shore) told me to get back out in the water and go to a different place. So I did, and when I got out, not only was I not covered in mud, I was completely dry. Then we went back up to level ground to take the cable car back to wherever. Everybody I was with except for two boys, who were maybe five and ten years old and among the people who were from the country we were in, got into one car. One of the guides was a bit concerned that they hadn't gotten on, but he figured they were just in a different car, so we let it go.
So then we had this cable car ride. It was almost like a flying dream, except more thrilling, because I had no control over where I was going. I think I originally thought we were actually in an airplane or something, because we were flying over the countryside, which was mostly farmland and the occasional town in the distance, but things became suspicious when I noticed that we seemed to be following the exact path of two things that were clearly connected to a line that was, coincidentally enough, right over our heads. The thing directly in front of us was something that may have been another car. The other thing (which sometimes seemed just as close to us as the other car was) was a garbage can. Really, the point in the dream when I first realized that maybe we weren't in an airplane was when I noticed that we were following the flying garbage can.
We finally touched down at an amusement park of some kind that seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere. The park was very busy, though, and had a very brightly-colored clown theme and lots of rides and attractions. The boys who had ridden in the other car were there, and when we were buying tickets to get into the park, they decided to latch themselves on to me. It was terribly cute. I don't even think we spoke a common language (again, they were from the country I had been visiting, which I imagine was an Asian country as they were Asian, even though both the countryside and park seemed distinctly European), but they really were very cute and we had a good time together. I don't remember how long, though. Later on, we were going to leave, and my mom (when did my mom show up?) brought me a bunch of toys to look over for some reason. I was trying to hide them all from the boys, because while some of the toys were completely normal, others were things that, for one reason or another, I would never give to a child. For example, I think at least one was actually a sex toy.
At some earlier point in the dream, a good friend of mine was a lesbian, and everyone was making a big deal of it. They wondered why I wasn't making a big deal of it too, but I was just too busy to care. What I was too busy doing was less clear; mostly I seemed to be running around the building, which was sort of a Grandma's-house-meets-carnival-funhouse-meets-toy-store.
In other news, I have several yards of asbestos and no idea what to do with it all. It's all different kinds, so I can't actually make an entire shirt or pair of pants, unless I don't mind piecing it together to make an extremely tacky shirt or pair of pants. I need suggestions. What I don't need is a purse. Oh god, do I ever not need a purse. I've got what, like eight asbestos bags now. But anything else I'm open to.
Damn, why didn't interesting stuff like that ever happen at my high school?
Not that, you know, I wish there had been convicted sex offenders there. Still.
Last night I had this dream where I was on vacation in a foreign country with a group of maybe ten people or so, many of whom were from that country and acting as guides. We had taken cable cars out to the big muddy lake in the wilderness that appears in my dreams with surprising frequency, and I was going to swim in it. A sizable amount of time was then spent on learning the mythology of the lake, the proper way to swim (float, actually) in the lake, and water safety. I finally got in the water and floated across the whole big lake, finally coming out in entirely the wrong place and being covered in mud, at which point everybody I was with (who never seemed to have any trouble instantaneously getting to any place on the shore) told me to get back out in the water and go to a different place. So I did, and when I got out, not only was I not covered in mud, I was completely dry. Then we went back up to level ground to take the cable car back to wherever. Everybody I was with except for two boys, who were maybe five and ten years old and among the people who were from the country we were in, got into one car. One of the guides was a bit concerned that they hadn't gotten on, but he figured they were just in a different car, so we let it go.
So then we had this cable car ride. It was almost like a flying dream, except more thrilling, because I had no control over where I was going. I think I originally thought we were actually in an airplane or something, because we were flying over the countryside, which was mostly farmland and the occasional town in the distance, but things became suspicious when I noticed that we seemed to be following the exact path of two things that were clearly connected to a line that was, coincidentally enough, right over our heads. The thing directly in front of us was something that may have been another car. The other thing (which sometimes seemed just as close to us as the other car was) was a garbage can. Really, the point in the dream when I first realized that maybe we weren't in an airplane was when I noticed that we were following the flying garbage can.
We finally touched down at an amusement park of some kind that seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere. The park was very busy, though, and had a very brightly-colored clown theme and lots of rides and attractions. The boys who had ridden in the other car were there, and when we were buying tickets to get into the park, they decided to latch themselves on to me. It was terribly cute. I don't even think we spoke a common language (again, they were from the country I had been visiting, which I imagine was an Asian country as they were Asian, even though both the countryside and park seemed distinctly European), but they really were very cute and we had a good time together. I don't remember how long, though. Later on, we were going to leave, and my mom (when did my mom show up?) brought me a bunch of toys to look over for some reason. I was trying to hide them all from the boys, because while some of the toys were completely normal, others were things that, for one reason or another, I would never give to a child. For example, I think at least one was actually a sex toy.
At some earlier point in the dream, a good friend of mine was a lesbian, and everyone was making a big deal of it. They wondered why I wasn't making a big deal of it too, but I was just too busy to care. What I was too busy doing was less clear; mostly I seemed to be running around the building, which was sort of a Grandma's-house-meets-carnival-funhouse-meets-toy-store.
In other news, I have several yards of asbestos and no idea what to do with it all. It's all different kinds, so I can't actually make an entire shirt or pair of pants, unless I don't mind piecing it together to make an extremely tacky shirt or pair of pants. I need suggestions. What I don't need is a purse. Oh god, do I ever not need a purse. I've got what, like eight asbestos bags now. But anything else I'm open to.
