Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Utter nutter

OK, this is just a quick one (tee-hee) because I'm dog-tired and I've got that party tomorrow night so I want to have a reasonably early night tonight.

I had a dream last night. No, not like Martin Luther King, but rather one that was so utterly amazing that I woke up completely startled, desperately wanting to pull the duvet over my head and try to go back to sleep so I could find out what happened next.

The gist of it was this: it was night, and the Cylons from Battlestar Galactica were attacking Earth. There were fires everywhere, and Cylon Raiders kept swooping out of the sky and blowing people up. Except for me and Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, because we were hiding in a sweet shop. Of course. Anyway, after a couple of minutes hiding behind the counter, a Cylon Raider managed to shoot the sweet shop, and we were all, like, uh-oh, the roof's gonna cave in and we're all gonna die. Fortunately, that's when the Summer Glau lady Terminator from The Sarah Conner Chronicles turned up and saved us.

It was as we were scurrying away with our heavily-armed Terminator saviour that I woke up.

Now, I can see that a dream analyst might look at this and suggest that the Cylon Raiders represent my fear of the future, that Lorelai and Rory represent a love for family, and that lady Terminator represents my love of sassy young woman who can handle a pump-action shotgun need to feel safe and protected, but what I really think it comes down to is the fact that I watch far too much tellybox, or that yoghurt I had last night was seriously out of date.

Either way, I'm off to chow down on a lump of chedder in the hopes that the cliffhanger ending is resolved tonight.


Tara said...

A dream like that, I'm surprised you didn't wake up feeling like you had a workout or a good run! I'm glad the Terminator lady saved all of you. Maybe you need to have more expired yogurt to bring back that dream? I had a very vivid dream once after I drank some coffee and chocolate.

CyberPete said...

Well I'm sure given the chance, Rory would have gone all Becky on their arses while Lorelai pointed out all the bad plot twists and possibly finding a chance to mention why oh why she has such a love of Nicholas Cage.

T-Bird said...

I think it means you need to have sex. Pronto. With three hot chicks.

Inexplicable DeVice said...

And a certain witch...

Inexplicable DeVice said...

* ahem *

Anyway, so how was last night's cheese dream? Any progress?

Tim said...

Tara - Coffee and chocolate, eh? That's my kind of dream instigator!

Cyberpete - I do seem to remember their trademark fast-paced dialogue was present…

T-Bird - Don't you mean two hot chick, a Terminator, and Number Six?

Inexplicable Device - Ugh, no! Witches have warts! I've seen Grotbags!

In other matters I did have another past-its-sell-by-date yoghurt, but nuttin'.

WV: nomsoho. Weird.

watch*paint*dry said...

I am with T-bird on this one. Whichever way you wrap it up the wild monkey dance should be on the cards for you.

Or maybe your brain has mashed all the tellybox shows together.
Quick write a script!

CyberPete said...

See. There was totally a Captain Corelli's Mandolin comment.

You just know it.

Tim said...

Watch*Paint*Dry - Are you saying I should use it as a chat-up line? "Hey ladies, let me tell you about my KERRRAZZY dream!"

*does Fonzy-style point*

Cyberpete - NIC CAGE!? *SPIT* UGH!!!

CyberPete said...

wait you didn't steal me the declaration of independence, did you?

Because that would be like the beginning of a really dumb movie"

Enough said.

T-Bird said...

Number Six? I'd be more in the Starbuck side of that fence myself.

She's way cooler.

Tim said...

Cyberpete - I am pleased to say I have *never* seen it.

T-Bird - Yeah, I think Starbuck could break me.