Do you think a dream that combines a spaceship, tiny dolphins, an eight-year-old piano prodigy who... can't play, and movie theaters is the sign of a disturbed mind?
Well, hypothetically speaking, what would you make of the dream of being a tourist in D.C. and being asked to photograph a family. The camera is a live pig. Point snout, poke eye to shoot. The flash is blinding, the squeal deafening, but the pictures turn out pretty good.
Or the bowl of cherries. One cherry insists you cannot eat it. It is not a cherry. It is a jalapeno. It makes you watch the jalapeno channel as proof. Motto of the jalapeno channel? Phonetically speaking: "All Halla-PAIN-yohs Alla-TIME."
Hee! That is a good hypothetical... my coworker comes in with these absolutely dreary dreams comparatively, and I have ones more like the completely hypothetical example above. *g*
Not enough arcades. Nor did you get shot with plastic guns. Or figure out how someone escaped from jail because you figured out the game mechanic. Which would have been my mind last night.
Er, also hypothetically speaking.
(I sometimes wonder about the life choices I made that resulted in me spending a significant amount of time getting shot at with plastic guns)
Hah hah! The dreams I worry most about are actually the ones where bombs are falling on my head and there are magical toilets. But the toilets come from Early Childhood Trauma, so that's probably not as bad as I think. *g*
Hypothetically, I think that sounds like an entertaining dream. Hypothetically, I might have dreamed I went to a posh restaurant with a group of people, and everyone had to shower before they were allowed in, and of course my hair took ages to wash and then dry, so Gordon Ramsay kept sending his waiters out to tell me the food was going cold. I was like, dude, if you run your restaurant in this completely stupid way, of course the food will get cold before you can serve it! And I haven't even ordered yet, so why are you serving my food anyway?!
well, the spaceship and dolphins may just mean you've been reading Startide Rising by David Brin... (seriously - dolphins in space. doesn't seem like it should work, but somehow, it does :)
Haha... I was thinking the spaceship and dolphins sounded like H2G2... and that a non-playing piano prodigy was the perfect accompaniment to something that Douglas Adams would have written.
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Date: 2011-10-21 03:25 am (UTC)From:Or the bowl of cherries. One cherry insists you cannot eat it. It is not a cherry. It is a jalapeno. It makes you watch the jalapeno channel as proof. Motto of the jalapeno channel? Phonetically speaking: "All Halla-PAIN-yohs Alla-TIME."
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Date: 2011-10-21 05:08 am (UTC)From:Er, also hypothetically speaking.
(I sometimes wonder about the life choices I made that resulted in me spending a significant amount of time getting shot at with plastic guns)
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Date: 2011-10-21 11:24 am (UTC)From:It was all very annoying. :)
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Date: 2011-10-21 04:45 pm (UTC)From:(ahahahahaha)
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Date: 2011-10-21 05:01 pm (UTC)From:*does more glaring*
(Okay, after only two episodes of Revenge, I am in love. GAH.)
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Date: 2011-10-21 12:12 pm (UTC)From:congrats on almost catching up with your life! :)
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