this entry was actually wrtten on 2/26/08 :)~
I didn't plan on posting anything more to this journal, but this was simply t00 funny not to share.
last night i woke up around 1am after having a most bizarre dream. (the fact hta i was even sound asleep by thta point is, in itself, an oddity.)
it probably came a direct result of skimming through cleolinda's oscar run-down before going to bed. at least, this is my one valiant attempt to make sense of it...
i dreamed i was in a helicopter. like a big shiney black bad-ass lookin' one, flying out over some bay area with choppy waters, a flat grey sky, and outcroppings of Menacing Rocks jutting out through the surface of the water. Jodie foster, who was apparently gay in this dream, was sportin' an Ellen Degeneres type of look, and was piloting this aircraft rather desperately. Some militant group of right-wing christians also had 3 bad-ass lookin 'copters, and they were trying to hunt her down and blow her outta the sky (that belongs to god, you know, and he hates TEH fagz0rz :B) for being lesbian as well as polyamourous. A bewildered and panicky-looking Tom Cruise was also in the helicopter, but i have no clue wtf he was doing there. He was not one of Jodie's polyamourous lovers, as you may think at first because for one thing in this dream she was gay, and for another more obvious thing, Jodie Foster would have to have better taste than that... like automatically and by default. seriously.
So anyway, this helicopter of hers was apprently equipped with LAZ0RZ, and Jodie shot down one of the 3 crazies that was coming after her. Down their helicopter crashed, into the water, and we were all like "rock on, one down 2 to go". But then, in a twist that was entirely too comical in hindsight to be as frightenng as it was at the time, the damn thing seemed to fight it's way out of the flaming steaming water and take to the air once again... with righteous indignation you would not expect from this zombie-copter, except they were right-wing christians, so i guess it all adds up.
to make it even wackier, at this point i magically go from being IN the jodie-copter to remote controlling the Jodie-copter, while standing inside the spacious and rather retro-looking living room of my grandmother's shore house. All the helicopters are about a foot and a half big, so it's a tad scary in there with all those blades whipping around. They could totally put yer eye out, son. The jesus-copters seemed to notice there was an unprotected human to go after, and almost as if the zombie-copter sensed FLESH and BRAINZ, it turned on me.
i ran the fucking hell outta there, through the dining room of the shore house, and into the kitchen. Some kinda invisble force field kept them from chasing me further than the doorway, and they hovered around in the living room, looking for signs of where i'd gone. Suddenly, there was a convenient bat laying against the wall of the kitchen, propped up and ready for Smashing. I grabbed it, realized this was a wiffle ball bat, realized that This Would Not Do at ALL, and suddenly the bat turned into a heavy-duty aluminum-titanium alloy bat, fully worthy of busting a cap into those jesus-copters' arses. Bat in hand, i couragouesly stalked back into the living room...
...and theni woke up.
The funniest part of all of this was that I wasn't even "thinking", per se. I dunno about you guys, but a lot of times, it's like i hear my own voice in my mind speaking my thoughts. This entire misadventure was being narrated by cleolinda. I didn't even hear a voice giving the play-by-play; i was just oddly aware of a blog that was being typed, discussing what was going on.
Perhaps there were several morals of this story...
a) don't catch up on a week's worth of flist posts all at once right before going to ben when you have freaking indigestion
b) i guess that's how much i really enjoy reading cleo's blog... i'm dreaming about a hilarious narration of this crap. hopefully that's not too stalkerish. lol
c) i seriously need to come up with a n00 username and start my own n00 blog, cause i miss livejournal a bit too fucking much if i'm dreaming about it.
::sigh::
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last night i woke up around 1am after having a most bizarre dream. (the fact hta i was even sound asleep by thta point is, in itself, an oddity.)
it probably came a direct result of skimming through cleolinda's oscar run-down before going to bed. at least, this is my one valiant attempt to make sense of it...
i dreamed i was in a helicopter. like a big shiney black bad-ass lookin' one, flying out over some bay area with choppy waters, a flat grey sky, and outcroppings of Menacing Rocks jutting out through the surface of the water. Jodie foster, who was apparently gay in this dream, was sportin' an Ellen Degeneres type of look, and was piloting this aircraft rather desperately. Some militant group of right-wing christians also had 3 bad-ass lookin 'copters, and they were trying to hunt her down and blow her outta the sky (that belongs to god, you know, and he hates TEH fagz0rz :B) for being lesbian as well as polyamourous. A bewildered and panicky-looking Tom Cruise was also in the helicopter, but i have no clue wtf he was doing there. He was not one of Jodie's polyamourous lovers, as you may think at first because for one thing in this dream she was gay, and for another more obvious thing, Jodie Foster would have to have better taste than that... like automatically and by default. seriously.
So anyway, this helicopter of hers was apprently equipped with LAZ0RZ, and Jodie shot down one of the 3 crazies that was coming after her. Down their helicopter crashed, into the water, and we were all like "rock on, one down 2 to go". But then, in a twist that was entirely too comical in hindsight to be as frightenng as it was at the time, the damn thing seemed to fight it's way out of the flaming steaming water and take to the air once again... with righteous indignation you would not expect from this zombie-copter, except they were right-wing christians, so i guess it all adds up.
to make it even wackier, at this point i magically go from being IN the jodie-copter to remote controlling the Jodie-copter, while standing inside the spacious and rather retro-looking living room of my grandmother's shore house. All the helicopters are about a foot and a half big, so it's a tad scary in there with all those blades whipping around. They could totally put yer eye out, son. The jesus-copters seemed to notice there was an unprotected human to go after, and almost as if the zombie-copter sensed FLESH and BRAINZ, it turned on me.
i ran the fucking hell outta there, through the dining room of the shore house, and into the kitchen. Some kinda invisble force field kept them from chasing me further than the doorway, and they hovered around in the living room, looking for signs of where i'd gone. Suddenly, there was a convenient bat laying against the wall of the kitchen, propped up and ready for Smashing. I grabbed it, realized this was a wiffle ball bat, realized that This Would Not Do at ALL, and suddenly the bat turned into a heavy-duty aluminum-titanium alloy bat, fully worthy of busting a cap into those jesus-copters' arses. Bat in hand, i couragouesly stalked back into the living room...
...and theni woke up.
The funniest part of all of this was that I wasn't even "thinking", per se. I dunno about you guys, but a lot of times, it's like i hear my own voice in my mind speaking my thoughts. This entire misadventure was being narrated by cleolinda. I didn't even hear a voice giving the play-by-play; i was just oddly aware of a blog that was being typed, discussing what was going on.
Perhaps there were several morals of this story...
a) don't catch up on a week's worth of flist posts all at once right before going to ben when you have freaking indigestion
b) i guess that's how much i really enjoy reading cleo's blog... i'm dreaming about a hilarious narration of this crap. hopefully that's not too stalkerish. lol
c) i seriously need to come up with a n00 username and start my own n00 blog, cause i miss livejournal a bit too fucking much if i'm dreaming about it.
::sigh::
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