I've Had A Fusilli Dreams Lately.
It's time for another dream roundup!
Dreamt I was Spyro the Dragon, and a man was pursuing me - in the sense of 'physically, relentlessly chasing me' - because he wanted to marry me. When it had become clear that he wanted to marry me and I did not want to get married, he'd basically gone, 'Okay, here's how we'll sort out this impasse: if I catch you, I get to marry you.' This struck me as unfair because there was no win condition for me; there was no time limit within which he had to catch me, so he could just keep pursuing me until I was caught.
I occasionally had to use my fire breath to light up riddles that I had to solve in order to remove obstacles or open doors, so I could continue running. It did not occur to me to turn my fire breath on this guy who couldn't take no for an answer.
Dreamt I was at the Pokémon offices, visiting a friend who worked there, and then RD showed up to meet me there, because we were planning to hang out afterwards. My main recollection is descending on a huge, slow, elaborate gold circular lift. RD commented that she'd really liked some sort of Rotom story in the latest Pokémon game, 'which was nice, given the way Pokémon has been going downhill lately,' and I glanced at my Pokémon employee friend and said, 'Er, I think you mean "given the way Pokémon has been really good".'
Dreamt that I was at an open-air café, and four people in business dress showed up: two men, two women. It looked like they were colleagues, and this was confirmed when they started singing a song about their work that they'd obviously written themselves. Each of them had a verse, but one of the women was clearly deeply embarrassed about this 'singing in public' thing and basically just spoke hers aloud, rather than launching herself properly into the singing.
On the way home, I caught sight of my brother Fred and his wife walking ahead of me and tried to catch up. Fred suggested to his wife, 'Let's run to that eighties place,' and the two of them ran ahead; I ran after them, wondering if Fred had noticed me and suggested running just to mess with me. This was confirmed when he and his wife split up their routes to make my pursuit harder; I kept running after Fred. He ended up taking our chase to a section of disused railway, and then he plunged into a body of water there, filled with large rocks; he'd swim underwater for a while, then pop up and look around for me to see whether I had lost him yet. I was impressed by his dedication to not having a conversation.
Dreamt, at my parents' house, we were collecting donations from strangers for a charity jumble sale. I was very excited to see that one of the donations was the sheet music collection 101 Christmas Hits for Buskers, Vol. II, and then disappointed to look inside and find that the second volume did not have any of the good carols.
101 Christmas Hits for Buskers is a real book of sheet music, although in real life there's no second volume. My family used to play songs from it on the piano in the run-up to Christmas, but we lost it years ago. This dream actually just prompted me to look it up online, and I found a reasonably priced second-hand copy, to my delight! I've ordered it, so this year we can have Christmas songs around the piano again.
Dreamt that Shawn Spencer of Psych mangled the name of a foreign food so badly in an attempt to put on the applicable accent - 'I was just eating some [incomprehensible]' - that Gus corrected him to 'burritos' at the same time the woman they were interviewing for a case corrected him to 'fajitas', and Shawn just stared at them for a moment and said, 'Pizza.'
Dreamt I and others were inside a huge capsule that was able to counteract gravity to some extent; you couldn't float around completely freely, but you could rise a couple of centimetres off the ground. The idea was that you could explore the inside, solving puzzles and pretending you were on a space station; it was essentially a fancy tourist attraction.
I fell behind the group I was originally with, but then I met up with the group that had entered the capsule after ours, which turned out to be my brother Joseph and his friends. And then a slideshow played, explaining the rules of a game where the people on the space station turned on each other; some people had secretly been given roles that meant they wanted to 'kill' the others, and we didn't know who to trust. The situation was something like 'if a player with this role touches you on the shoulder, you're dead by the rules of the game'. Basically, we were suddenly playing live-action Among Us. Also, we were encouraged to make it into a musical by singing in the process.
My goal became 'this game sounds stressful; I'll just try to skip it by avoiding everyone and making it to the next section of the space station'. But one of my brother's friends approached me to discuss the situation. I didn't trust him, but I went along with it.
We talked, in character and in song, about who could be forcing us to kill each other. I sang about how a huge amount of money and effort had obviously gone into making us, as astronauts, do each other harm; it wouldn't be easy for a third party to set up this situation on the space station, given that it was, y'know, in space. So was this sabotage, or was this what the official organisation behind this space mission had intended? I remember ending my song with 'or was this the plan from the start? Were we always slated to die?'
Dreamt I went for a walk in some pasta gardens. This was a public garden in which pasta just... fell from the sky, so e.g. the natural scenes would be littered with strands of spaghetti, and another strand would fall every few seconds or so. Different areas had different pasta shapes raining; there was a sloped area where the pasta falling was macaroni cheese. The falling pasta was cooked, rather than dry, but eating it off the ground was not especially recommended. I tried a piece of the fallen macaroni and it was not a great experience; it had gone a bit cold and stale while lying in the pasta gardens.
I haven't even posted this entry yet, and I'm already regretting the terrible pasta pun I'm planning to use for the title.
Dreamt I was Spyro the Dragon, and a man was pursuing me - in the sense of 'physically, relentlessly chasing me' - because he wanted to marry me. When it had become clear that he wanted to marry me and I did not want to get married, he'd basically gone, 'Okay, here's how we'll sort out this impasse: if I catch you, I get to marry you.' This struck me as unfair because there was no win condition for me; there was no time limit within which he had to catch me, so he could just keep pursuing me until I was caught.
I occasionally had to use my fire breath to light up riddles that I had to solve in order to remove obstacles or open doors, so I could continue running. It did not occur to me to turn my fire breath on this guy who couldn't take no for an answer.
Dreamt I was at the Pokémon offices, visiting a friend who worked there, and then RD showed up to meet me there, because we were planning to hang out afterwards. My main recollection is descending on a huge, slow, elaborate gold circular lift. RD commented that she'd really liked some sort of Rotom story in the latest Pokémon game, 'which was nice, given the way Pokémon has been going downhill lately,' and I glanced at my Pokémon employee friend and said, 'Er, I think you mean "given the way Pokémon has been really good".'
Dreamt that I was at an open-air café, and four people in business dress showed up: two men, two women. It looked like they were colleagues, and this was confirmed when they started singing a song about their work that they'd obviously written themselves. Each of them had a verse, but one of the women was clearly deeply embarrassed about this 'singing in public' thing and basically just spoke hers aloud, rather than launching herself properly into the singing.
On the way home, I caught sight of my brother Fred and his wife walking ahead of me and tried to catch up. Fred suggested to his wife, 'Let's run to that eighties place,' and the two of them ran ahead; I ran after them, wondering if Fred had noticed me and suggested running just to mess with me. This was confirmed when he and his wife split up their routes to make my pursuit harder; I kept running after Fred. He ended up taking our chase to a section of disused railway, and then he plunged into a body of water there, filled with large rocks; he'd swim underwater for a while, then pop up and look around for me to see whether I had lost him yet. I was impressed by his dedication to not having a conversation.
Dreamt, at my parents' house, we were collecting donations from strangers for a charity jumble sale. I was very excited to see that one of the donations was the sheet music collection 101 Christmas Hits for Buskers, Vol. II, and then disappointed to look inside and find that the second volume did not have any of the good carols.
101 Christmas Hits for Buskers is a real book of sheet music, although in real life there's no second volume. My family used to play songs from it on the piano in the run-up to Christmas, but we lost it years ago. This dream actually just prompted me to look it up online, and I found a reasonably priced second-hand copy, to my delight! I've ordered it, so this year we can have Christmas songs around the piano again.
Dreamt that Shawn Spencer of Psych mangled the name of a foreign food so badly in an attempt to put on the applicable accent - 'I was just eating some [incomprehensible]' - that Gus corrected him to 'burritos' at the same time the woman they were interviewing for a case corrected him to 'fajitas', and Shawn just stared at them for a moment and said, 'Pizza.'
Dreamt I and others were inside a huge capsule that was able to counteract gravity to some extent; you couldn't float around completely freely, but you could rise a couple of centimetres off the ground. The idea was that you could explore the inside, solving puzzles and pretending you were on a space station; it was essentially a fancy tourist attraction.
I fell behind the group I was originally with, but then I met up with the group that had entered the capsule after ours, which turned out to be my brother Joseph and his friends. And then a slideshow played, explaining the rules of a game where the people on the space station turned on each other; some people had secretly been given roles that meant they wanted to 'kill' the others, and we didn't know who to trust. The situation was something like 'if a player with this role touches you on the shoulder, you're dead by the rules of the game'. Basically, we were suddenly playing live-action Among Us. Also, we were encouraged to make it into a musical by singing in the process.
My goal became 'this game sounds stressful; I'll just try to skip it by avoiding everyone and making it to the next section of the space station'. But one of my brother's friends approached me to discuss the situation. I didn't trust him, but I went along with it.
We talked, in character and in song, about who could be forcing us to kill each other. I sang about how a huge amount of money and effort had obviously gone into making us, as astronauts, do each other harm; it wouldn't be easy for a third party to set up this situation on the space station, given that it was, y'know, in space. So was this sabotage, or was this what the official organisation behind this space mission had intended? I remember ending my song with 'or was this the plan from the start? Were we always slated to die?'
Dreamt I went for a walk in some pasta gardens. This was a public garden in which pasta just... fell from the sky, so e.g. the natural scenes would be littered with strands of spaghetti, and another strand would fall every few seconds or so. Different areas had different pasta shapes raining; there was a sloped area where the pasta falling was macaroni cheese. The falling pasta was cooked, rather than dry, but eating it off the ground was not especially recommended. I tried a piece of the fallen macaroni and it was not a great experience; it had gone a bit cold and stale while lying in the pasta gardens.
I haven't even posted this entry yet, and I'm already regretting the terrible pasta pun I'm planning to use for the title.