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I think I would like this to be my last meal.


Link!

Actually, I have a feeling that if I ate it, it would be my last meal whether I wanted it to be or not.

( I had my first lucid dream last night! )

On a completely unrelated note, the attentive reader of this journal will have noticed that my second-to-last post mentioned my car dying, and my last post was about my adventures in driving all over the Twin Cities. ( I am now going to reconcile this apparent contradiction! )

evilhippo. Have you been having dreams about gathering your lj friendslist to put on a play? Because I am putting the blame for this one on you.

So, yeah, there I was, in a play where I didn't know anybody EXCEPT evilhippo, who was the director. And then after we were done with the taping (because it was taped. In someone's living room. But it was still a play), this other girl and I decided we were going to carpool home, except we had both brought our own cars, so we just switched them. So I'm driving her car down I-85 toward downtown Decatur, because in the dream I still lived on campus and I-85 goes right past downtown Decatur and we're in Georgia, and as I'm watching my own car a little ways ahead of me the other girl takes an exit that gets her off the freeway at the right place, but in the wrong direction, so I'm all, "oh crap" as I'm taking the proper exit. Of course, the exits that we've taken lead to another freeway, so since I don't even know her name and certainly don't have her cell phone number, I figure the only thing to do is stop the car on the shoulder and get out and wonder what to do. Fortunately, she appears to have had the same idea, since I see her running down the side of the freeway toward me. So she gets in her car and we head toward downtown Decatur together. I show her where to turn, but apparently the entire city has been turned into an unrecognizable movie set where a scene is being shot RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE, so of course now we're interrupting it by running in front of the cameras with our albino giraffe. (For a moment, I wondered why we were so high up, but all was explained when it turned out we were now riding an albino giraffe.) We are relieved until we realize that the little kid we've had with us up until this point is missing. So we run around looking for him, right in front of the movie set again, and have someone yell at us on a megaphone for wrecking the scene yet again, and then somehow find our way into some mansion where I guess we're taking the little kid to live, except we still can't find him. Then I think we forget about him entirely and the girl tells me where my car is. Apparently it's several miles up the last freeway, where she parked because it seems I had said something earlier about wanting to walk.

Let me tell you, that is the last time I volunteer to be in somebody's play in a dream.