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rionaleonhart) wrote2023-05-22 11:37 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2023-05-22 11:37 am
I Apologise To Anyone Who's Reading This For Some Reason.
Last night, I dreamt that four women (Kate and possibly Juliet included) made out in front of Jack Shephard of Lost, leaving him feeling confused and left out. My apologies to Jack, but his little wounded 'I'm not going to tell them they can't do this, but I don't understand why they have to do it right in front of me' expression was extremely funny.
While I'm thinking about dreams, I'm going to archive a few of my other dream notes from my phone. I tend to assume people aren't that interested in hearing about other people's dreams, so this is mainly just for my benefit, but feel free to read if you're curious!
Got to stroke a fox in my dream! My brothers and I went into the sitting room at our parents' house, and it was curled up on one of the sofas. It seemed to like music; if you sang to it, it would yap back in time.
Dreamt that I and a group of others sang Elton John's 'I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues' to serenade a friendly little tabby cat that had wandered into a party. At first it was just a few of us singing - me, Dad and one or two others - but other people came to join in over the course of the song, my brothers among them. It was fun! We got through the whole song and I woke up just after it ended.
Dreamt that Dewey of Malcolm in the Middle kept getting surgery to turn him into different types of small songbird so he could go to birdwatchers that wanted to see that songbird and confess his love to them, in bird form, as some sort of... con? I suppose the birdwatchers paid for the privilege? I think the entire operation was being run by an eagle, although I'm not sure whether it was an actual eagle or a person who'd been surgically turned into an eagle.
Surprisingly sexual dream about Jack Shephard of Lost? I was simultaneously pissing him off and turning him on; he may have thought I was an enemy. Eventually he just sort of grabbed me (ah, Jack Shephard's famous levels of self-control). [I'm going to censor the rest of my description of this dream, which concludes with the line 'I apologise to anyone who's reading this for some reason.']
Dreamt a policewoman came into our home to search it for drugs, but at the same time Dean Winchester of Supernatural was there trying to protect us from a spirit, so he poured rock salt in front of the door, and the cop had a lot of questions about this white crystalline substance on the floor.
I didn't really register until putting this entry together that I've had multiple dreams about singing to animals recently. I suppose it's more fun than waiting for trains or being chased, which are the usual recurring themes in my dreams.
While I'm thinking about dreams, I'm going to archive a few of my other dream notes from my phone. I tend to assume people aren't that interested in hearing about other people's dreams, so this is mainly just for my benefit, but feel free to read if you're curious!
Got to stroke a fox in my dream! My brothers and I went into the sitting room at our parents' house, and it was curled up on one of the sofas. It seemed to like music; if you sang to it, it would yap back in time.
Dreamt that I and a group of others sang Elton John's 'I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues' to serenade a friendly little tabby cat that had wandered into a party. At first it was just a few of us singing - me, Dad and one or two others - but other people came to join in over the course of the song, my brothers among them. It was fun! We got through the whole song and I woke up just after it ended.
Dreamt that Dewey of Malcolm in the Middle kept getting surgery to turn him into different types of small songbird so he could go to birdwatchers that wanted to see that songbird and confess his love to them, in bird form, as some sort of... con? I suppose the birdwatchers paid for the privilege? I think the entire operation was being run by an eagle, although I'm not sure whether it was an actual eagle or a person who'd been surgically turned into an eagle.
Surprisingly sexual dream about Jack Shephard of Lost? I was simultaneously pissing him off and turning him on; he may have thought I was an enemy. Eventually he just sort of grabbed me (ah, Jack Shephard's famous levels of self-control). [I'm going to censor the rest of my description of this dream, which concludes with the line 'I apologise to anyone who's reading this for some reason.']
Dreamt a policewoman came into our home to search it for drugs, but at the same time Dean Winchester of Supernatural was there trying to protect us from a spirit, so he poured rock salt in front of the door, and the cop had a lot of questions about this white crystalline substance on the floor.
I didn't really register until putting this entry together that I've had multiple dreams about singing to animals recently. I suppose it's more fun than waiting for trains or being chased, which are the usual recurring themes in my dreams.
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The only thing I can think about when I read it is this (a 50-second scene from The Magicians, not super sfw, but not really nsfw either). xD
"I tend to assume people aren't that interested in hearing about other people's dreams"
Whoever those people are, I'm their opposite. :D
I remember the serenating a cat one (you wrote it in a comment reply to me at some point)! The musical fox one is equally adorable! ♡
And the SPN one has the internal logic of a really well thought-out crackfic, I'm impressed. :D
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I was surprised by how logical the Supernatural dream was! My mind is rarely that logical even when I'm awake.