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rionaleonhart) wrote2025-03-27 11:09 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2025-03-27 11:09 am
Another Long Day In The Dorito Mines.
It's time for a dream roundup!
Dreamt that my friends periodically met up for group sex - on this occasion a foursome - at which I was the camera operator, because for some reason we were filming this.
Dreamt I was pursuing Cloud Strife of Final Fantasy VII. I frantically climbed ladders after him. I used a zipline. For some reason it was very important not to let Cloud Strife get away.
Dreamt that Helly of Severance reintegrated, or partly reintegrated, and the two of her were in a constant internal tug-of-war over who got to be at the forefront of her mind and control her body.
A lot going on in one dream! I was travelling with three other people, and we were roleplaying as the boys from Final Fantasy XV; I was Gladio, but at one point I was speaking in-character to some people outside the group and became very aware I sounded more like Ignis. I was in Australia and kept seeing a lot of exciting birds, many of which were largely blue; I remember thinking I should write down the species so I could post about them to Dreamwidth, but the only one I can remember is a heron, and I can see those at home! (This one was very large and close, though.) I was able to fly, and I could help my friend Yuffie and her kids fly too, but not independently; I think we flew around in a kind of chain, maybe holding hands. I was being imprisoned somewhere, trying to escape, trying to hide from security. Not a prison; somewhere like the grounds of a restaurant? But I was being held prisoner nonetheless.
Dreamt I was in a coach, front right seat on the upper deck. Stunning bleak landscapes visible out of the window, mountains and snow and rocky ground and pale blue water under an overcast sky, Severance-esque. But the coach was being driven across this uneven landscape like an absolute maniac; I was terrified that it would be flipped or driven off a ledge.
Then the coach hit water (in a flooded corridor?), speedboated along the surface, and I noticed some sort of steering device in front of me - somewhere halfway between a steering wheel and handlebars - and realised to my alarm that, as the passenger in this specific seat, I was expected to help steer when the coach was on water. I tried my best, in a slight panic.
'It's completely unreasonable that I'm expected to steer the coach,' I complained to the passenger in the front left seat, once we were back on dry land. I didn't know her and would not usually speak to a stranger on public transport, but some things just have to be said. She certainly seemed to agree with my statement.
The coach was driving through the corridors of a school at this point, heading for the upper floors; our destination was the headmistress's office, where I think we were supposed to talk to her for some reason. I was struck by the awkwardness of trying to navigate the corridors without hitting any pupils (at least I was only personally involved in steering when on the water), but it did not otherwise strike me as odd that we were inside a school building in a double-decker coach.
Dreamt there was a trend of actors on major US shows making videos complaining that they were being underpaid. All of them went 'well, I'm not actually going to say how much I'm paid, because that would be indecorous, but it should be more.'
And then there was the video by Ken Jenkins, actor of Bob Kelso on Scrubs. He was lounging in an old-fashioned armchair with a red dressing gown and a pipe, looking very Bob Kelso.
'In the interests of transparency, I'm now going to read out the yearly earnings of all the main actors on Scrubs,' Jenkins said. He looked down at the sheet of paper in his hand and chuckled. 'Zach Braff: $12,000.'
'Oh, come on,' muttered Zach Braff, who was watching this video.
The current final line in the document in which I note down my dreams is 'Pickaxing tortilla chips out of the walls of the tortilla mine. I'm not sure whether this was a dream or just an incoherent thought that wandered into my mind when I was half-awake.'
Dreamt that my friends periodically met up for group sex - on this occasion a foursome - at which I was the camera operator, because for some reason we were filming this.
Dreamt I was pursuing Cloud Strife of Final Fantasy VII. I frantically climbed ladders after him. I used a zipline. For some reason it was very important not to let Cloud Strife get away.
Dreamt that Helly of Severance reintegrated, or partly reintegrated, and the two of her were in a constant internal tug-of-war over who got to be at the forefront of her mind and control her body.
A lot going on in one dream! I was travelling with three other people, and we were roleplaying as the boys from Final Fantasy XV; I was Gladio, but at one point I was speaking in-character to some people outside the group and became very aware I sounded more like Ignis. I was in Australia and kept seeing a lot of exciting birds, many of which were largely blue; I remember thinking I should write down the species so I could post about them to Dreamwidth, but the only one I can remember is a heron, and I can see those at home! (This one was very large and close, though.) I was able to fly, and I could help my friend Yuffie and her kids fly too, but not independently; I think we flew around in a kind of chain, maybe holding hands. I was being imprisoned somewhere, trying to escape, trying to hide from security. Not a prison; somewhere like the grounds of a restaurant? But I was being held prisoner nonetheless.
Dreamt I was in a coach, front right seat on the upper deck. Stunning bleak landscapes visible out of the window, mountains and snow and rocky ground and pale blue water under an overcast sky, Severance-esque. But the coach was being driven across this uneven landscape like an absolute maniac; I was terrified that it would be flipped or driven off a ledge.
Then the coach hit water (in a flooded corridor?), speedboated along the surface, and I noticed some sort of steering device in front of me - somewhere halfway between a steering wheel and handlebars - and realised to my alarm that, as the passenger in this specific seat, I was expected to help steer when the coach was on water. I tried my best, in a slight panic.
'It's completely unreasonable that I'm expected to steer the coach,' I complained to the passenger in the front left seat, once we were back on dry land. I didn't know her and would not usually speak to a stranger on public transport, but some things just have to be said. She certainly seemed to agree with my statement.
The coach was driving through the corridors of a school at this point, heading for the upper floors; our destination was the headmistress's office, where I think we were supposed to talk to her for some reason. I was struck by the awkwardness of trying to navigate the corridors without hitting any pupils (at least I was only personally involved in steering when on the water), but it did not otherwise strike me as odd that we were inside a school building in a double-decker coach.
Dreamt there was a trend of actors on major US shows making videos complaining that they were being underpaid. All of them went 'well, I'm not actually going to say how much I'm paid, because that would be indecorous, but it should be more.'
And then there was the video by Ken Jenkins, actor of Bob Kelso on Scrubs. He was lounging in an old-fashioned armchair with a red dressing gown and a pipe, looking very Bob Kelso.
'In the interests of transparency, I'm now going to read out the yearly earnings of all the main actors on Scrubs,' Jenkins said. He looked down at the sheet of paper in his hand and chuckled. 'Zach Braff: $12,000.'
'Oh, come on,' muttered Zach Braff, who was watching this video.
The current final line in the document in which I note down my dreams is 'Pickaxing tortilla chips out of the walls of the tortilla mine. I'm not sure whether this was a dream or just an incoherent thought that wandered into my mind when I was half-awake.'
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Love Zach Braff being financially roasted, though. Did Not-Kelso say how much Neil Flynn made?
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'It's completely unreasonable that I'm expected to steer the coach,'!!! That's a very polite way of putting it!
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Possible set-up for a very lurid hatefuck fanfic.
'It's completely unreasonable that I'm expected to steer the coach,' I complained to the passenger in the front left seat, once we were back on dry land. I didn't know her and would not usually speak to a stranger on public transport, but some things just have to be said. She certainly seemed to agree with my statement.
That does seem like a circumstance that would lift the taboo.
'In the interests of transparency, I'm now going to read out the yearly earnings of all the main actors on Scrubs,' Jenkins said. He looked down at the sheet of paper in his hand and chuckled. 'Zach Braff: $12,000.'
Ouch!
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You're a genius.
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The mental image of pickaxing tortilla chips out of the walls of the tortilla mine is so delightfully funny to me. Thank you.
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