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fredericksWow. I had the weirdest dream I've had in a while, if only for all of its obvious influences. These influences were: The Chronicles of Narnia, Big Eden, and Queer as Folk. I shit you not. I watched episodes 1 and 2 of S1 of QAF last night (well, early this morning; my sleep clock is really messed up) and I remembered what I used to like about the show. Twasn't so predictable back then, and Brian was prickish, but not a total prick. And we'd yet to be introduced to the healing powers of his cock (a la Jennifer's "Take my son, please"...I swear, even now that line makes me want to pick up my heavy textbooks and thrown them at Cowlip. And then beat them senseless with my T-square).
Dream. Right. So I was me, but not me. Some random female whom I'm sure was a character of some show but things are becoming hazy and I've forgotten. I was some place that was obviously an island with Brian and Michael (QAF). What I knew was that those two had awoken the life on the island, just like Digory had awoken the life of the White Queen's dying world and then had a hand in the creation of the place (Narnia). This is just knew. We were on an island, but it was large; well-forested with mountains and the whole nine. I was sitting there at a neat wicker-made table (the whole set-up being hilariously similar to the expensive tiki bar I was gawking at in the Hammacher Schlemmer catalog last night) talking to Michael. He was being his usual sweet self.
Then Brian comes up and announced he was leaving the island. Where he was going, no one knew. Michael was upset, and I was not feeling angry but a little peeved. Couldn't pinpoint why particularly. They talked and then I got up and had something to say to Brian suddenly. I was carrying a pineapple and a serrated knife in my hands, the knife coming from the set we have at home. I mention his only because I remember it vividly. So I went up to Brian and I said something along the lines of "Michael is too intelligent, kind, and" *blah blah blah infatuated but I don't know how to show it-cakes* "to put up with you". And I was angry. Beyond angry. I threw the knife at the table, hard, to emphasize my anger, and then stalked away. It was such a Big Eden-GRI moment (or, at least, a moment I wish he'd had). I went to this house and there were a bunch of theNarnians islanders who had heard about Brian's departure and wanted to see him off. I told them to hurry because he was leaving in ten minutes or so (when he'd began talking he said he was leaving in thirty, which, really, is such a prick thing to say). Then, when they left, I sat there on the stairs sobbing. When I was chewing Brian out I felt like I'd liked Michael but who knows whom I was crying over on the stairs.
Yes. That was my dream. I guess the moral of the story is I should work on getting more than 5 hours of sleep a night. That'll be my goal for Saturday night. Oh yeah.
Dream. Right. So I was me, but not me. Some random female whom I'm sure was a character of some show but things are becoming hazy and I've forgotten. I was some place that was obviously an island with Brian and Michael (QAF). What I knew was that those two had awoken the life on the island, just like Digory had awoken the life of the White Queen's dying world and then had a hand in the creation of the place (Narnia). This is just knew. We were on an island, but it was large; well-forested with mountains and the whole nine. I was sitting there at a neat wicker-made table (the whole set-up being hilariously similar to the expensive tiki bar I was gawking at in the Hammacher Schlemmer catalog last night) talking to Michael. He was being his usual sweet self.
Then Brian comes up and announced he was leaving the island. Where he was going, no one knew. Michael was upset, and I was not feeling angry but a little peeved. Couldn't pinpoint why particularly. They talked and then I got up and had something to say to Brian suddenly. I was carrying a pineapple and a serrated knife in my hands, the knife coming from the set we have at home. I mention his only because I remember it vividly. So I went up to Brian and I said something along the lines of "Michael is too intelligent, kind, and" *blah blah blah infatuated but I don't know how to show it-cakes* "to put up with you". And I was angry. Beyond angry. I threw the knife at the table, hard, to emphasize my anger, and then stalked away. It was such a Big Eden-GRI moment (or, at least, a moment I wish he'd had). I went to this house and there were a bunch of the
Yes. That was my dream. I guess the moral of the story is I should work on getting more than 5 hours of sleep a night. That'll be my goal for Saturday night. Oh yeah.
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Date: 2005-05-21 08:12 am (UTC)I think it's out to get me.
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