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rionaleonhart) wrote2024-08-06 09:48 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2024-08-06 09:48 am
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If You're A Real Feminist, You Would Let Yourself Be Shot To Death By MILFs.
Been having some weird, intricate dreams lately. Here's one of those dream roundup posts.
Dreamt I was on a journey to somewhere. A ferry, then a bus, then another ferry?
There were cats sleeping on seats throughout the bus. Thinking that my childhood cats Columbus and Ferdy might be among them, I called their names before I left. 'Those cats are feral,' the driver informed me; in other words, you're not going to find your pets among these feral cats.
There was a guy I'd somehow wronged (not a real person) on the same journey; I think I'd led him on in a slightly awful way that ended up really inconveniencing his life. I thought for a moment he was going to block me from exiting the first ferry, but he ended up standing aside when I asked him to, a little pleading.
The man I'd wronged had once mentioned offhand, in an anecdote, that he had a friend who was a boxer. His boxer friend approached me on the second ferry, introduced herself and warned me that she was going to punch me on the shoulder. I was alarmed, but in the event it didn't hurt badly; I suppose, as a boxer, she knew how to pull her punches and just wanted to hit me symbolically.
Our destination had seas and rocky shores, beautiful in a wild shore way rather than a resort way, somewhere between overcast and sunny. At one point I passed a sort of formation of flat rock surfaces on which there were a) whitish snakes that appeared to become larger when you focused on them, e.g. you caught a glimpse of a 'caterpillar' and then paid attention and saw what was clearly a moderately large snake slithering by, and b) plates of small sharks, possibly the Pokémon Sharpedo, which appeared to be living and moving while simultaneously appearing to be made of something like Lego.
Also, my friend Yuffie's kid tried to destroy the world. I don't know if it was her two-year-old (my goddaughter) or her second child (as yet unborn in real life), who in the dream was also a daughter; I think probably my goddaughter, as the other one was newborn. Rather than worrying about the attempted world destruction, Yuffie announced that she'd settled on names for her kids: Cookie and Moki. I think the idea was that she was going to rename my goddaughter to Cookie. I tried to discourage this, as Cookie is okay as a pet name for a kid but doesn't really work as a name for an adult.
Dreamt I was forced to work the night shift at Amazon, a process which - hopefully just in my dream - involved being abducted at unpredictable hours in the middle of the night and driven to a cluttered concrete warehouse to perform various tasks, alongside others in the same situation. We were returned home later in the night, but we'd be abducted again for more tasks the next night, a process that I understood would go on for about a fortnight. It was unpaid, and we'd been randomly selected; it was like some terrible jury service.
We weren't allowed to wear our own clothes. I was forced to wear a hideous bright yellow plastic dress that had clearly gone through a few wearers. At one point I accidentally got biro marks on it and was concerned that Amazon might charge me for damaging the clothes.
At a briefing, we had to sit on wooden benches arranged in front-facing rows: pews, basically, which could accommodate about five people each. I saw Jack Shephard of Lost at the end of one nearly-full pew, and I asked him and everyone else to move up so I could sit next to him, despite the fact that most of the other pews were empty.
I think I might have had vague intentions of hitting on him? Which is curious, because a) I do not hit on people in real life; I'm not looking for sex or romance, and b) I know very well that entering into any sort of relationship with Jack Shephard would be a hideous mistake. Don't get me wrong; I love Jack! But I don't want him to love me. That would be horrifying.
"How are you finding it?" I asked Jack, once I was seated. He gave a short, quiet laugh (which was a relief; I was concerned I'd annoyed him by sitting next to him) and, to my surprise, alluded to the last time they'd been made to work for Amazon, 'they' being him and his friends from the island.
"You've been in this place twice?" I asked.
He laughed again. "I've been in every prison twice."
Woke up sorely tempted to rewatch Lost. I just love Jack so much. What a disaster of a man.
Dreamt I was cautiously exploring some sort of underground building. A woman approached me, with pale skin and long, dark, stringy hair and strange limbs: too long, too thin, the wrists and hands blackened. She felt wrong.
"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked.
She smiled and - not threatening, just matter-of-fact - said, "Yes."
When she reached for me, I trapped her hands in large Velcro cuffs I'd found in the building; somehow I knew they could imprison the sort of creature she was. She cried and pleaded with me while I secured them.
But I could see I hadn't secured the cuffs correctly. I'd been acting too quickly, in too much of a panic. If I wanted to be sure they would hold her, I'd have to undo and redo them. But I was too afraid to touch her, or to free her hands.
She'd just broken free when I woke up.
Huh! Seeing them laid out together like this, I've been in some stressful situations in my dreams lately. But at least I got to talk to my terrible boyfriend Jack Shephard.
Dreamt I was on a journey to somewhere. A ferry, then a bus, then another ferry?
There were cats sleeping on seats throughout the bus. Thinking that my childhood cats Columbus and Ferdy might be among them, I called their names before I left. 'Those cats are feral,' the driver informed me; in other words, you're not going to find your pets among these feral cats.
There was a guy I'd somehow wronged (not a real person) on the same journey; I think I'd led him on in a slightly awful way that ended up really inconveniencing his life. I thought for a moment he was going to block me from exiting the first ferry, but he ended up standing aside when I asked him to, a little pleading.
The man I'd wronged had once mentioned offhand, in an anecdote, that he had a friend who was a boxer. His boxer friend approached me on the second ferry, introduced herself and warned me that she was going to punch me on the shoulder. I was alarmed, but in the event it didn't hurt badly; I suppose, as a boxer, she knew how to pull her punches and just wanted to hit me symbolically.
Our destination had seas and rocky shores, beautiful in a wild shore way rather than a resort way, somewhere between overcast and sunny. At one point I passed a sort of formation of flat rock surfaces on which there were a) whitish snakes that appeared to become larger when you focused on them, e.g. you caught a glimpse of a 'caterpillar' and then paid attention and saw what was clearly a moderately large snake slithering by, and b) plates of small sharks, possibly the Pokémon Sharpedo, which appeared to be living and moving while simultaneously appearing to be made of something like Lego.
Also, my friend Yuffie's kid tried to destroy the world. I don't know if it was her two-year-old (my goddaughter) or her second child (as yet unborn in real life), who in the dream was also a daughter; I think probably my goddaughter, as the other one was newborn. Rather than worrying about the attempted world destruction, Yuffie announced that she'd settled on names for her kids: Cookie and Moki. I think the idea was that she was going to rename my goddaughter to Cookie. I tried to discourage this, as Cookie is okay as a pet name for a kid but doesn't really work as a name for an adult.
Dreamt I was forced to work the night shift at Amazon, a process which - hopefully just in my dream - involved being abducted at unpredictable hours in the middle of the night and driven to a cluttered concrete warehouse to perform various tasks, alongside others in the same situation. We were returned home later in the night, but we'd be abducted again for more tasks the next night, a process that I understood would go on for about a fortnight. It was unpaid, and we'd been randomly selected; it was like some terrible jury service.
We weren't allowed to wear our own clothes. I was forced to wear a hideous bright yellow plastic dress that had clearly gone through a few wearers. At one point I accidentally got biro marks on it and was concerned that Amazon might charge me for damaging the clothes.
At a briefing, we had to sit on wooden benches arranged in front-facing rows: pews, basically, which could accommodate about five people each. I saw Jack Shephard of Lost at the end of one nearly-full pew, and I asked him and everyone else to move up so I could sit next to him, despite the fact that most of the other pews were empty.
I think I might have had vague intentions of hitting on him? Which is curious, because a) I do not hit on people in real life; I'm not looking for sex or romance, and b) I know very well that entering into any sort of relationship with Jack Shephard would be a hideous mistake. Don't get me wrong; I love Jack! But I don't want him to love me. That would be horrifying.
"How are you finding it?" I asked Jack, once I was seated. He gave a short, quiet laugh (which was a relief; I was concerned I'd annoyed him by sitting next to him) and, to my surprise, alluded to the last time they'd been made to work for Amazon, 'they' being him and his friends from the island.
"You've been in this place twice?" I asked.
He laughed again. "I've been in every prison twice."
Woke up sorely tempted to rewatch Lost. I just love Jack so much. What a disaster of a man.
Dreamt I was cautiously exploring some sort of underground building. A woman approached me, with pale skin and long, dark, stringy hair and strange limbs: too long, too thin, the wrists and hands blackened. She felt wrong.
"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked.
She smiled and - not threatening, just matter-of-fact - said, "Yes."
When she reached for me, I trapped her hands in large Velcro cuffs I'd found in the building; somehow I knew they could imprison the sort of creature she was. She cried and pleaded with me while I secured them.
But I could see I hadn't secured the cuffs correctly. I'd been acting too quickly, in too much of a panic. If I wanted to be sure they would hold her, I'd have to undo and redo them. But I was too afraid to touch her, or to free her hands.
She'd just broken free when I woke up.
Huh! Seeing them laid out together like this, I've been in some stressful situations in my dreams lately. But at least I got to talk to my terrible boyfriend Jack Shephard.