Horrible dreams

[jethrien]

Had about six nightmares last night, including being the Victorian fiancee of a crazy amateur scientist whose parents hated me and planning a horrible vacation in a random town in the middle of rural Wisconsin in October that featured outdoor showers that pleased Chuckro Not At All. The worst one was about the business meeting that I have later this week. It started with the standard "I get to work, wearing my new suit, and realize that I have pajama bottoms on", progressed through increasingly terrible and weird things happening over the course of the meeting, and ended when the animatronic figure at the end of the exhibition tour blew the head off the exhibition guy sitting next to me. (Other people had died at that point, and I had food poisoning, but that was definitely the most graphic bit.) Fun times at 3am.

Needless to say, not a restful night.

Comments

[chuckro.livejournal.com]

that pleased Chuckro Not At All.

Just to clarify for the audience, of course, it was dream-ChuckRo who was upsetting you by not being pleased with the vacation. Real-ChuckRo doesn't care.

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

It was indeed dream-ChuckRo. I don't think real-ChuckRo would be terribly happy with a week of outdoor showers in October in upper Wisconsin, though. It was cold, and public, and grimy and disgusting. (Also, I believe we were sleeping in the car. I think I must have been paying for the aforementioned showers, and the privilege of eating breakfast at the cafe, which was an additional charge, but did have banana bread.)

Fortunately, I have not actually planned said vacation.

[edgehopper.livejournal.com]

See, you have to make something good out of this nightmare. Exploding animatronics are cool!

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see I wasn't clear enough. The animatronics didn't explode. It was evil. It shot the head off the guy next to me. The exhibition was actively trying to kill us, on purpose.

[edgehopper.livejournal.com]

This sounds like an awesomely horrible Night at the Museum/Terminator crossover. I'd pay to see that movie...

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Does it help that we were all in little boats a la "It's a Small World", and the boats were possessed and had already drowned a potential collaborator?

At the time, I was both terrified that we were all going to die horribly, and also dismayed that there was no way these people would sign contracts with us now.

[fairylane.livejournal.com]

And I was having dreams about a crazy "Canadian patriot" stalking back and forth shooting up the motel I was in because he was trying to kill Americans, and as the bullets shattered my window and hit me I was thinking how stupid it was to die for being American when I'm Canadian (well, being both, I guess it just matters how I self-identify...) It was really very real-seeming and I woke up out of it sure I had been shot at/shot...

I think we're both having a cheeseover.

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Oh, cheese. Why do you hate me?

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

aw, sorry to hear it. I, too, had some bizarre, wake-me-up-still-wondering-if-they're-real dreams, but I luckily don't remember them.

[lithoglyphic.livejournal.com]

Movie plot seconded.

[chuckro.livejournal.com]

Apparently the cheeseover hit a lot of people. I'm beginning to think that single-food-focused parties are a less than fabulous idea.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

I'm just praying no one got sick. I should probably have stayed home.

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Eh. My office has been an epidemic breeding ground. (S insisted her 102 fever had disappeared before she got on the plane to China. The shot of cortazone (sp?) might have had something to do with that. As opposed to A or M or C or M2, all of whom have been dreadfully ill...)

I think my point is that I'm already getting exposed to all kinds of nasty crap, so whatever.

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Oh God. I'm the accountant in the movie everyone despises for being more worried about getting the contracts signed then the people dying. I'm totally getting eaten by a T Rex or something, and everyone is going to cheer.

[dushai.livejournal.com]

You always have such creative dreams. It's a shame that they can be terrifying.

I hardly ever remember my dreams. This last night was an exception, because it was a vivid (for me) nightmare, about... a six-car crash that was my fault. I totally fail the jethrien class in Creative Dreaming.

[maydove.livejournal.com]

Maybe you had too much Stilton?

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-362101/Sweet-dreams-cheese.html