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sarahofthedead is safe. No dreams about Japanese girls and eyeballs and death-gore-blood-lust for me.
Instead. I dreamt I was making a film. A major movie, if you will.
And with me in the cast, and indeed sharing my room, were Gwyneth Paltrow, Brad Pitt and Ben Affleck.
And I got with Ben Affleck. Which was intriguing but I now feel dirrrrrrrrty. Affleck was busy nuzzling my ear a lot at one point and it really turned me on [both dream-me and real-me] so that's BAD.
Cos, on the one hand - don't want to dream about men nuzzling my ear unless they're a) Alan Rickman or b) Chris [yes, shoot me I'm a loser].
And on the other hand I'm STILL angry as all fuck with Affleck for a comment he made during the filming of Pearl Harbour [yes, Kat bears grudges for that long, sometimes]. The giant jumped up fucktard made a comment anti-our-Royal-family. Whilst I'm not a raving Royalist, Affleck should just fuck off for that because OUR Royal Family are fuck all to do with him. Grrr. He has no place to complain.
[If anyone now tries to point out we can't complain about Bush because he's theirs and not ours, they'll get eaten because Bush is sending us all to hell in a handcart because Tony Blair's a fricking lapdog].
ANYWAY back to dream of Hollywood craziness.
Paltrow and I got talking and she warned me that she didn't know who the next actor to come in would be, but I might want to avoid doing the "Omg I've watched all your movies" thing [like I would anyway]. Next person to walk in - Brad Pitt. Paltrow, obviously not impressed. Me, for some reason, points out that I already know him and worked with him in Love Actually. [Interesting].
Then Julia Roberts walked in and I got all girly cos of my love for Pretty Woman. Yeah. *hides*
She disappeared though. And Affleck was still nuzzling at my ear and Pitt commented on it and there was some crazy macho banter between the two.
Then it switched a bit and I don't know if we were supposed to be doing a film version of Cinderella or something similar, but that's sort of how it went. Ish. Gwyneth was Cinderella and we kept opening locked doors...and behind one was a crazy zombified/Frankenstein's-Monster-esque Prince Charming. Who had to challenge Brad Pitt to a duel. I had to hand Pitt his sword. The handle came off. I had to pull the rest of the blade out of the sheath with my hands and ended up cutting myself however careful I was because it was a double-edged sword which was slightly rounded. I'm sure Freud would have plenty to say on that.
So we left them fighting. Or rather....I think I left them fighting. I'm sure Paltrow must have been there to cheer Pitt on, but then I was still running around with a blonde so unless there was a new character in my subconscious, it must've been her. [Affleck, incidentally, disappeared from my dream all together, but I still managed to wake up feeling turned on from the nuzzlings. Gah.]
So me and the girl I can only assume was Paltrow were running around more rooms. And people kept being put into boiler rooms. And we kept running into a different boiler room. Maybe it was a furnace, but I don't like to think that cos it's near Holocaust Day and that seems...bad if I'm dreaming so vaguely about people being put in a furnace. *wrinkles nose*
Anyway, the room we ran into had many walls and bits that looked like doors. But the walls moved in. So we kept having to try to escape. And this went on for ages. We'd escape and then somehow end up back in there having to escape again and we were certain we'd both get burned to death or whatever. Then I remembered it's because we'd had to give Pitt a ring or something to help with the fight, and that was now in a different realm....there was some very Narnia-ish thing like that anyway. But that's why we kept going on an almost infinite loop.
Then the final time before I woke up, there was...someone flying around on something wooden [I'd say a broom but I don't think it was, I think it was a spoon or something...odd...] who was being evil and trying to kill us. And she had a side-kick who was a small child. He was apparently flinging balls of 'paranoia' at us. Intriguingly. He seemed to have something to do with scrambled egg though, too.
Anyway, we vanquished the flying woman, not entirely sure how, but she told the small boy to keep attacking us with paranoia. He'd fallen too though and I went and stood over him to stop him starting another attack. His face was covered in lots of little bits of scrambled egg and he spat scrambled egg into my hand. Not pleasant. I think I was about to stand on his head when I woke up.
And no, that's not my rabbit-hole post. Though quite frankly, it could be. So if I forget to do one, it is. Yes. Honest.
My brain hurts
Instead. I dreamt I was making a film. A major movie, if you will.
And with me in the cast, and indeed sharing my room, were Gwyneth Paltrow, Brad Pitt and Ben Affleck.
And I got with Ben Affleck. Which was intriguing but I now feel dirrrrrrrrty. Affleck was busy nuzzling my ear a lot at one point and it really turned me on [both dream-me and real-me] so that's BAD.
Cos, on the one hand - don't want to dream about men nuzzling my ear unless they're a) Alan Rickman or b) Chris [yes, shoot me I'm a loser].
And on the other hand I'm STILL angry as all fuck with Affleck for a comment he made during the filming of Pearl Harbour [yes, Kat bears grudges for that long, sometimes]. The giant jumped up fucktard made a comment anti-our-Royal-family. Whilst I'm not a raving Royalist, Affleck should just fuck off for that because OUR Royal Family are fuck all to do with him. Grrr. He has no place to complain.
[If anyone now tries to point out we can't complain about Bush because he's theirs and not ours, they'll get eaten because Bush is sending us all to hell in a handcart because Tony Blair's a fricking lapdog].
ANYWAY back to dream of Hollywood craziness.
Paltrow and I got talking and she warned me that she didn't know who the next actor to come in would be, but I might want to avoid doing the "Omg I've watched all your movies" thing [like I would anyway]. Next person to walk in - Brad Pitt. Paltrow, obviously not impressed. Me, for some reason, points out that I already know him and worked with him in Love Actually. [Interesting].
Then Julia Roberts walked in and I got all girly cos of my love for Pretty Woman. Yeah. *hides*
She disappeared though. And Affleck was still nuzzling at my ear and Pitt commented on it and there was some crazy macho banter between the two.
Then it switched a bit and I don't know if we were supposed to be doing a film version of Cinderella or something similar, but that's sort of how it went. Ish. Gwyneth was Cinderella and we kept opening locked doors...and behind one was a crazy zombified/Frankenstein's-Monster-esque Prince Charming. Who had to challenge Brad Pitt to a duel. I had to hand Pitt his sword. The handle came off. I had to pull the rest of the blade out of the sheath with my hands and ended up cutting myself however careful I was because it was a double-edged sword which was slightly rounded. I'm sure Freud would have plenty to say on that.
So we left them fighting. Or rather....I think I left them fighting. I'm sure Paltrow must have been there to cheer Pitt on, but then I was still running around with a blonde so unless there was a new character in my subconscious, it must've been her. [Affleck, incidentally, disappeared from my dream all together, but I still managed to wake up feeling turned on from the nuzzlings. Gah.]
So me and the girl I can only assume was Paltrow were running around more rooms. And people kept being put into boiler rooms. And we kept running into a different boiler room. Maybe it was a furnace, but I don't like to think that cos it's near Holocaust Day and that seems...bad if I'm dreaming so vaguely about people being put in a furnace. *wrinkles nose*
Anyway, the room we ran into had many walls and bits that looked like doors. But the walls moved in. So we kept having to try to escape. And this went on for ages. We'd escape and then somehow end up back in there having to escape again and we were certain we'd both get burned to death or whatever. Then I remembered it's because we'd had to give Pitt a ring or something to help with the fight, and that was now in a different realm....there was some very Narnia-ish thing like that anyway. But that's why we kept going on an almost infinite loop.
Then the final time before I woke up, there was...someone flying around on something wooden [I'd say a broom but I don't think it was, I think it was a spoon or something...odd...] who was being evil and trying to kill us. And she had a side-kick who was a small child. He was apparently flinging balls of 'paranoia' at us. Intriguingly. He seemed to have something to do with scrambled egg though, too.
Anyway, we vanquished the flying woman, not entirely sure how, but she told the small boy to keep attacking us with paranoia. He'd fallen too though and I went and stood over him to stop him starting another attack. His face was covered in lots of little bits of scrambled egg and he spat scrambled egg into my hand. Not pleasant. I think I was about to stand on his head when I woke up.
And no, that's not my rabbit-hole post. Though quite frankly, it could be. So if I forget to do one, it is. Yes. Honest.
My brain hurts