Well, that was…weird June 20, 2006 ~ 10:27 am
Posted by Julie in : Random Insanity , trackbackI had a dream last night that for some reason Aimee, ESC, and I (and someone else, who I think was Sloth, but sometimes she was Not Sloth) went to some Eastern European country on vacation with Brian May and Roger Taylor of Queen. Paul Rodgers was there as well, somewhere, but the only person I ever really saw was Brian.
Somehow I had gotten into said Eastern European country without my passport (this is a reflection of real life, as I don’t have a current passport), and I was worrying about how to get out of said country without my passport since we were leaving in two days. We went out sightseeing and I found a guide book which featured me quite prominently, and then went back to the hotel to get ready to go out again.
When it was my turn to take a shower, the concierge came up and said, “I’m sorry, we’re out of hot water.” Aimee and ESC were laughing at me, because there I was with shampoo in my hair and no hot water, and I said “I don’t need any hot water, I can take a shower without it.” And I did. But when I got out of the shower, somehow the lack of hot water caused a fire and we barely had time to get out of the hotel with a few of our possessions. I had time to grab my iPod mini and the guidebook, but everything else was lost in the fire. And by lost, I mean, we eventually got back in the hotel and saw it and it looked fine, but now my laptop refused to work properly. It had some sort of computer hiccoughs and skipped a lot.
Somehow Brian May’s stuff had made it through unscathed in spite of him being on a higher floor than me, and we all ended up at some house in the middle of the woods.
Anyone wanna tell me what the hell this means? Because otherwise I blame all of it on watching improv and drinking before bed.
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I think it means you’re going to meet a guy who wants to take you to England to see the Queen, then you go to somewhere like Budapest and relax in a five star hotel with a hot tub in your hotel room.
He will supply you with a passport!
Um… what did you eat for dinner?
Oh, drinking before bed… maybe that’s it.
It means the marmosets are after you and in order to shake them from your trail you must join the circus as the girl who jumps through the fire hoops and the only thing you can eat is chicken feet. Oh, and get a passport. You’ll need that for the circus.
If you managed to get into Europe without a passport, maybe you should consider using that talent in a more lucrative career.
Like the CIA!
I’d like to know what’s in the Guide to Julie. Is it more of a map with “interesting destinations” or a clue into the inner workings of Julie’s mind?
Glad Brian got out of the fire with his stuff. It seems your dreams are properly prioritized. Other than that, I have no idea what that dream means. Other than you should go on tour with Queen. And bring me with you.
haha - no hot water for YOOOOOOUUUU!!!
It means no more beer right before bedtime for you, young lady.
Bunsen~That is exactly what you said in my dream. Because you and Aimee both had gotten to take nice hot showers and there was I with suds all over my head and no warm water. Damn you both. I’m convinced you both caused the dream fire. And dude, it was wine, not beer. I was at a benefit.
Vince~It was a guide to whatever part of Eastern Europe I was in. I was just heavily indexed in the back. And there was a picture of me in it, at a parade or something. Apparently I do wonders for Eastern European tourism.
Retro~You raise a good point. Because while I was somewhat worried that I wouldn’t be able to leave, I also pretty much knew that I could get out with no problems because I am cool. The CIA needs people like me.
Cooter~Points for bringing marmosets into this. Do the chickens jump through the flaming hoops with me before I eat their feet?
E-Lo~A fajita, some cheese and crackers, and some birthday cake. The Improv Night was a theater benefit. And a birthday party for one of my bosses at the theater.
Mrs. M~Where do I meet this guy? In some shady part of Alphabet City, or what?
I have an expired Passport - want that?
BTW - you are too nice to let everyone else have their shower first!
Dude–we went on a road-trip in your dream? Suh! That ROCKS!
Seamus~I have one, too. It has a very embarassing picture in it from when I was 11 and hadn’t yet grown into my smile. You can’t pay me enough to give it away and let that picture loose into the world.
Aimee~Oh yeah. Iron Curtain countries, here we come.
Pfft. WhatEVER. We were on a ROAD TRIP, Dude!
Why are you not emailing me, woman??
well, normally, I would’ve gotten my dream dictionary out and looked up different meanings of your dreams. But because of the dream class I’m taking now, I’ve learned that dream dictionaries are *BAD*. In reality, our life experiences and such determine what our dreams mean, and no one else can tell us what they mean as they are going based on their experience, which is completely different from yours. If you really want to learn what your dreams mean, IM me sometime, and we’ll do a dream interview like I’ve been taught and see if we can get to the heart of the dream by letting you interpret it based on the questions that come up through the dream interview.
It’ll be fun.