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You know how sometimes nightmares are full of things that should in no way be frightening, but are? So that when you try and explain the next morning how you were being chased by venomous spoons and couldn't get away because Homer Simpson had stolen your left leg...yeah. You know what I mean.
I had a succession of nightmares about, in order :
Having to write a musical about a budgie. In the end, we settled on "Budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie..." you can see where this is going, can't you? Then the budgies we had for inspiration, which were dead and stuffed, came back to life and attacked us.
Porn. I suppose the horror of this is fairly obvious, but I ended up in a porn movie I was supposed to be reviewing, because one of the people had, er, dropped out or something. Amusingly, the nightmare aspect of it was that everything they wanted me to do was terribly vanilla and so I couldn't do it. :)
Tim Burton and my old school. Me and all the people from my old school were sitting up on a cliff somewhere, and Tim Burton suddenly appeared waterskiing on the air. He had a huge scimitar which worked like a boomerang, so that every time he threw it at us (cackling, madly) it flew back to his hand. He killed nearly all my friends. I don't even know what Tim Burton looks like. ~shakes head~ Ah well.
Then there was another, worse one, but I've mentioned that in my LJ and I'm not too bothered about rehashing it here. Really I just wanted to get the budgies down.
"Budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie - Seagull! Seagull!"
I had a succession of nightmares about, in order :
Having to write a musical about a budgie. In the end, we settled on "Budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie..." you can see where this is going, can't you? Then the budgies we had for inspiration, which were dead and stuffed, came back to life and attacked us.
Porn. I suppose the horror of this is fairly obvious, but I ended up in a porn movie I was supposed to be reviewing, because one of the people had, er, dropped out or something. Amusingly, the nightmare aspect of it was that everything they wanted me to do was terribly vanilla and so I couldn't do it. :)
Tim Burton and my old school. Me and all the people from my old school were sitting up on a cliff somewhere, and Tim Burton suddenly appeared waterskiing on the air. He had a huge scimitar which worked like a boomerang, so that every time he threw it at us (cackling, madly) it flew back to his hand. He killed nearly all my friends. I don't even know what Tim Burton looks like. ~shakes head~ Ah well.
Then there was another, worse one, but I've mentioned that in my LJ and I'm not too bothered about rehashing it here. Really I just wanted to get the budgies down.
"Budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie, budgie - Seagull! Seagull!"