What dreams are made of
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Last night, I had an extremely flist-oriented set of dreams.
I knew I should have posted about it immediately because now some of the details have escaped me. There was something in there about
magicnoireand her mother who were going on an artist's getaway with me to London.
magicnoirehad four 1.5 x 1.5ft canvasses hanging on the wall of the room where I take African and bellydance classes, and she had painted the first with spraycans (standing at a distance of fifteen feet from the canvas no less) in a sunset landscape as seen through a rainy windowpane. She offered to let me paint one, but I couldn't find any inspiration.
And
friggtold me that she was a fan of McDonalds and liked to "contribute to the vertical mass of their empire" whenever she could and that was why she felt compelled to collect the entire set of twenty of some crappy product they had put on the market.
Then I went to the grocery store saw a DVD called Thomas, a Drew Barrymore film with the singer Mika starring opposite her. I bought it and left, but looking at the back copy, I realized I'd already seen. I took it straight back to the store and a very nervous cashier gave me a refund and asked me to return it to the shelves before he fled the store. I did as he asked and discovered the store was under attack by werewolves. Never fear, a civet, which looked strangely raccoon-like, put on one of those gel-packed masks to relieve tired eyes and kicked their butts.
Then there was the matter of someone who looked kind of like me, but wasn't, who tried to poison the king. She seemed to think it served him right because he preferred drinking beer and eating sausages out of a traveling foodstand to running his country.
I knew I should have posted about it immediately because now some of the details have escaped me. There was something in there about
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Then I went to the grocery store saw a DVD called Thomas, a Drew Barrymore film with the singer Mika starring opposite her. I bought it and left, but looking at the back copy, I realized I'd already seen. I took it straight back to the store and a very nervous cashier gave me a refund and asked me to return it to the shelves before he fled the store. I did as he asked and discovered the store was under attack by werewolves. Never fear, a civet, which looked strangely raccoon-like, put on one of those gel-packed masks to relieve tired eyes and kicked their butts.
Then there was the matter of someone who looked kind of like me, but wasn't, who tried to poison the king. She seemed to think it served him right because he preferred drinking beer and eating sausages out of a traveling foodstand to running his country.
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Date: 1 Feb 2008 11:30 am (UTC)....and I did WHAT?????
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Date: 1 Feb 2008 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 1 Feb 2008 11:39 am (UTC)So poisoning would never have worked - his guts would be able to stand almost anything, I'd have thought.
I really like the gel-masked civet/raccoon kicking werewolf butt :)
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Date: 1 Feb 2008 01:47 pm (UTC)And I, too, was tickled pink with my karate-chopping civet coons. Much fun.
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Date: 1 Feb 2008 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 1 Feb 2008 01:53 pm (UTC)Seriously though, you and your mom are going to have to come up with a better way of explaining how you "simply channel the paint at the canvas"! :P
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Date: 2 Feb 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2 Feb 2008 07:30 pm (UTC)