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snowdarkred) wrote2009-11-09 07:14 pm
snowdarkred) wrote2009-11-09 07:14 pm
Dream Log, Entry # 1242: The other night, I had a dream where.....
Okay, it's not unusual for me to have strange dreams. I've always had a pretty active dream-scape, and my dreams feel real enough that sometimes I've had to actually check to make sure that they're not real. I've had zombie-hunter dreams, wing!dreams, living through a school day dreams... I even have fandom dreams, which range from the action-adventure FMA one to the weirdly accurate Law&Order/Dr. Phil dream (I don't even know), and a NCIS dream involving Abby's coffin. When I say that my dreams feel real, I mean that they feel real. People react how normal people would, they have accurate accents, the colors are the same, the sounds are the same, the freakin' scents are the same.....
But I've apparently been reading way too much RPF lately, because this is starting to get a little creepy.
In the first dream, I'm waiting outside my house with my Marvel messenger bag. It's early fall, and the trees across the street have turned red and orange. It's the middle of the day. A blue pick-up truck turns into my neighborhood, and I feel happy that my ride came to pick me up. The blue truck (I even remember the exact shade, seriously) pulls up and I hop in. I slid in, buckle the seatbelt (safety first, even in dreams), and turn to face the driver...who it Karl Urban.
"Hey, Karl," I say.
"Hey," he says back. With a perfect Kiwi accent.
We turn around and leave my neighborhood. We're heading for a certain coffee shop. Halfway there, Karl gets a text. Then he says, "Hold on, we've got to go pick up Chis."
"Okay," I say. "So I guess his schedule freed up?"
Karl makes this weird sort of humming noise as the truck makes a right-hand turn. "Something like that. You're going to have to scoot in." Because the truck is old and doesn't have a back seat.
We stop at a random hotel and I get squished between Karl Urban and Chris Pine. And we drive the rest of the way to a Seattle's Best cafe. Once there, they try to convince me to order a coffee ("You'll like it," Karl insists. "Give it a chance!" Chris says.), but I hold strong and order a hot chocolate instead.
"Kirk and McCoy and snow, your orders are ready!" the barista girl announced. And yes, they actually called me by my username, though both Chris and Karl call me by my real first name. We somehow do not draw attention to ourselves, and we pick up our drinks and sit at a high table by the windows. The sun shines through and Chris's eyes look amazing. I tell him so.
We all talk, exchanging fast-paced banter. Karl and I discuss Star Trek at length, and Chris rolls his eyes (good-naturedly) and cracks Trekkie jokes. Karl strikes back with jabs about all of the romcoms Chris did, and I bring up all of Karl horrible sci-fi films. Chris and I try to convince Karl to stop making movies he knows are crappy, for the sake of his career. He ignores us and orders another coffee.
Chris and I roll our eyes and make faces at Karl. Karl calls us 'brats' and goes off to pick up his new coffee when the barista girl shouts out, "Reaper, your order is ready!" (I told you my dreams were weird.)
So, it's getting late, and Karl decides that I should be going home. He's really sweet about it, but firm. He and Chris smoosh me in the truck again, and we drive back to my house. Chris gets out so that I can get out, and Karl gets out, and they both walk me to the door. I forgot my key.
My mom opens the door, and says "Hi" in this really simple, "Hey, you're famous, but I'm a cool mofo who doesn't care, so yeah whatever." I wave good-bye to the boys, and Chris tells me that we're going to have to do it again sometime. I agree. (No, really, I do.)
They drive off in the truck, and the dream ends.
It was awesome and weird, and I usually don't refer to actors by their first names, but after that, I feel like they're always going to be "Karl" and "Chris" to me. Forever.
My other dream was far less interesting and much more short.
I was in a McDonald's, a place that I would never set foot in if I was awake. I'm sitting in one of those plastic booths. I'm waiting for someone to come back from ordering for us. I look up when they approach--and it's Heath Ledger. I know that he's dead, but it doesn't seem to matter in the dream. He's just there. We start to have a conversation. It's sort of fuzzy and blurry around the edges, so I was pretty sure that I was in some McDonald's up in the sky. The words were blurry, somehow; I don't know how that happens.
And then I was woken up by my alarm clock, but I remember that the conversation was supposed to be important, but for the life of me, I can't seem to hear it. But I do remember that his accent was there, and it was actually his. Which is strange, because in everything I've seen him in, he's always had an American accent. I haven't seen interviews with him or anything.
So, yeah, I have really strange dreams. Involving real people, apparently.
But I've apparently been reading way too much RPF lately, because this is starting to get a little creepy.
In the first dream, I'm waiting outside my house with my Marvel messenger bag. It's early fall, and the trees across the street have turned red and orange. It's the middle of the day. A blue pick-up truck turns into my neighborhood, and I feel happy that my ride came to pick me up. The blue truck (I even remember the exact shade, seriously) pulls up and I hop in. I slid in, buckle the seatbelt (safety first, even in dreams), and turn to face the driver...who it Karl Urban.
"Hey, Karl," I say.
"Hey," he says back. With a perfect Kiwi accent.
We turn around and leave my neighborhood. We're heading for a certain coffee shop. Halfway there, Karl gets a text. Then he says, "Hold on, we've got to go pick up Chis."
"Okay," I say. "So I guess his schedule freed up?"
Karl makes this weird sort of humming noise as the truck makes a right-hand turn. "Something like that. You're going to have to scoot in." Because the truck is old and doesn't have a back seat.
We stop at a random hotel and I get squished between Karl Urban and Chris Pine. And we drive the rest of the way to a Seattle's Best cafe. Once there, they try to convince me to order a coffee ("You'll like it," Karl insists. "Give it a chance!" Chris says.), but I hold strong and order a hot chocolate instead.
"Kirk and McCoy and snow, your orders are ready!" the barista girl announced. And yes, they actually called me by my username, though both Chris and Karl call me by my real first name. We somehow do not draw attention to ourselves, and we pick up our drinks and sit at a high table by the windows. The sun shines through and Chris's eyes look amazing. I tell him so.
We all talk, exchanging fast-paced banter. Karl and I discuss Star Trek at length, and Chris rolls his eyes (good-naturedly) and cracks Trekkie jokes. Karl strikes back with jabs about all of the romcoms Chris did, and I bring up all of Karl horrible sci-fi films. Chris and I try to convince Karl to stop making movies he knows are crappy, for the sake of his career. He ignores us and orders another coffee.
Chris and I roll our eyes and make faces at Karl. Karl calls us 'brats' and goes off to pick up his new coffee when the barista girl shouts out, "Reaper, your order is ready!" (I told you my dreams were weird.)
So, it's getting late, and Karl decides that I should be going home. He's really sweet about it, but firm. He and Chris smoosh me in the truck again, and we drive back to my house. Chris gets out so that I can get out, and Karl gets out, and they both walk me to the door. I forgot my key.
My mom opens the door, and says "Hi" in this really simple, "Hey, you're famous, but I'm a cool mofo who doesn't care, so yeah whatever." I wave good-bye to the boys, and Chris tells me that we're going to have to do it again sometime. I agree. (No, really, I do.)
They drive off in the truck, and the dream ends.
It was awesome and weird, and I usually don't refer to actors by their first names, but after that, I feel like they're always going to be "Karl" and "Chris" to me. Forever.
My other dream was far less interesting and much more short.
I was in a McDonald's, a place that I would never set foot in if I was awake. I'm sitting in one of those plastic booths. I'm waiting for someone to come back from ordering for us. I look up when they approach--and it's Heath Ledger. I know that he's dead, but it doesn't seem to matter in the dream. He's just there. We start to have a conversation. It's sort of fuzzy and blurry around the edges, so I was pretty sure that I was in some McDonald's up in the sky. The words were blurry, somehow; I don't know how that happens.
And then I was woken up by my alarm clock, but I remember that the conversation was supposed to be important, but for the life of me, I can't seem to hear it. But I do remember that his accent was there, and it was actually his. Which is strange, because in everything I've seen him in, he's always had an American accent. I haven't seen interviews with him or anything.
So, yeah, I have really strange dreams. Involving real people, apparently.
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Oh, and I requested that icon at
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Yay :) *fingers crossed*
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I just saw the post with someone replying!
Maybe my hoping *did* affect it ;)
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Oh, I see your DCFC mention with another one of theirs, "Grapevine Fires", coincidentally from the same album.
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I get deja vu all the time. It's tampered off since I started my latest insomnia phase (you can't dream if you're not asleep), but it winter, which is when I hibernate. So I'll be having a lot more crazy dreams.
I don't even really listen to DCFC. They're on my iPod, and I consider my iPod to be mainly background noise. I absorb stuff without realizing it. (AKA, I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm cool with that.)
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I <3 music. And since I'm such a nice fangirl...I must share with you a few titles. For some reason, I can see a survival!AU out of the Grapevine Fires song I mentioned. Then again, I once pondered whether or not the singer of the
I <3 music. And since I'm such a nice fangirl...I must share with you a few titles. For some reason, I can see a survival!AU out of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiVQfDQf1Pg">Grapevine Fires</a> song I mentioned. Then again, I once pondered whether or not the singer of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLsWtQh1YwU>Splendor</a> song was talking to another individual or the man in the mirror. Lastly, here's a bit of Kirk/McCoy loving in an <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKYGZxPF0yA">Incubus</a> song that I really enjoy (then again, they're a fave band of mine).
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I shall have to take a look at those. :) (It seems like everyone I know who finds out about my take-it-or-leave-it thing with music feels the urge to get me into it. I'm not complaining, I just think it's funny that ten people have the same reaction. :D)
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Also, I had a Star Trek meets D&D dream very recently in which I was McCoy so, yeah, geeky dreams ftw. ;)
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You were McCoy!!! *fumes, is jealous* I'm never a character. At least you weren't a redshirt, right? Also, Star Trek mets D&D? I want to read that now....
Weird dreams for the win!!
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(Also, you're totally not a Mary Sue unless you have weird eye colours. Bonus points if they CHANGE COLOURS.)
About the Star Trek meets D&D, it's kind of odd because I was actually playing Dungeons and Dragons Online that day, and I've always been playing healers in MMORPGs (probably why I ended up as McCoy.) I was also reading National Geographic that day, which... well, OK, I'll gladly relate the whole thing.
The basic premise was that there was something important hidden within National Geographic magazines, which were used as a secret means of disseminating messages of vital importance. (It wasn't a conspiracy or anything. No "DID KLINGONS BUILD THE GRAND CANYON" headlines, for example.) This made perfect sense, because lots of people read National Geographic, it's easily available, so there would be absolutely nothing suspicious about someone wanting to buy a copy - and only those people in the know would even have any idea how to figure the message out.
So the Enterprise crew gets to infiltrate a bookshop which is suspected to be the secret headquarters of whatever foul organization is sending out evil messages via National Geographic. This is kind of where it starts getting weird, because it was starting to get interspersed with D&D and my own snarky sense of humour.
We got into the bookshop just fine (it appeared to be Books Kinokuniya), and Uhura bought a copy of National Geographic while McCoy and Spock (don't ask why) infiltrated the basement. No, I (what the hell, I'll switch to first person here because I dreamt I was McCoy after all) was not happy about it, muttered a lot about having to work with the bloody hobgoblin, but orders are orders so I went with it.
We entered the cargo lift, managed to sneak into HQ Proper, and Spock snatched a fresh copy of National Geographic to compare with the one Uhura bought, just in case. Great. All was going well. Then someone came out, spotted Spock, noticed the pointy ears, and started sounding the alarm. I went "Oh FUCK," and we made a break for it.
That's when the D&D part started to kick in. I was yelling things like "Spock, be CAREFUL, I can't Cure Serious Wounds you all the time!" and commenting on how he obviously put a few good ranks into tumble and how I should have done that too. I didn't have a tricorder, either; it felt a little like I was watching red HP bars... very odd sensation.
We got out of the bookshop, and I was all "GET GOING. THEY'RE ON OUR TAIL", and security guards were running around with phasers (I think a redshirt got shot). Kirk looked a bit sulky over not being the one infiltrating the basement (probably because he's got too famous a face), and was all "OK, BACK TO THE ENTERPRISE."
Except, for some reason, transporters were jammed so we had to make our way back on foot.
"Sulu, where's the Enterprise?"
Sulu looks embarrassed. "Captain, I kind of forgot where I parked it."
Long silence, punctuated with phaser shots and my swearing. "I think it's that way, though," Sulu adds, helpfully, and we all run in that direction, dodging phaser blasts and firing a few of our own back. There's a lot of "This is the blue parking zone, I'm pretty sure I didn't park it in the blue parking zone", but we eventually find the Enterprise with only Cure Moderate Wounds-worthy injuries.
Then I wake up.
My first thought was "...oh, god, I even DREAM I'm a healer - wait, wait, oh my god, I JUST DREAMT I WAS LEONARD MCCOY."
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fdafeatecmsqruw! And Sulu forgot where he parked it? Phfft. :D Dang, Sulu, what happened? Did National Geographic brainwash you when you weren't paying attention? Poor bb.
(My eyes aren't really special. They're blue, but their not amazing blue like Chris Pine's.... Damn, that man has some amazing fucking eyes. *lusts after eye color* Geez. I don't think my eyes change color.... They're light, so most color change is due to environment. I GUESS I NARROWLY AVOID THE MARY SUENESS.)
And, wow Spock, way to have ear fail. You would think that he would have thought to cover them up, like in The Voyage Home....
Hey, bars make total sense. That's how the characters must feel. :) And at least you didn't have to Cure Serious Wounds anyone. :D
Maybe you (McCoy) were secretly Reaper!Bones? ;)
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Also, McCoy staring at bars and swearing at them while trying to save a redshirt's life is now... OK, it's a very probable image, and I'm never going to look at Star Trek without imagining classic MMORPG red bars slowly depleting and/or increasing...
Drat. Now I'm imagining McCoy as a GW monk. (I play Guild Wars. Once I was PvPing with friends, and we got ganged up on by 8 people. I was irritable that day, and actually SHOUTED at them, "You kill my team over MY COLD DEAD BODY, DAMNIT.")