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rionaleonhart) wrote2026-03-07 01:20 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2026-03-07 01:20 pm
Hey! Poop!
Here are some dreams I've had lately!
Dreamt I attended a meal in honour of three unwell farmyard animals (cow, pig, sheep?); I think the idea was to give them a nice experience before they were culled. For some reason I had brought a sturdy screwdriver with me. I was absolutely convinced that at some point during the meal the lights would go out and one of the human guests would be murdered, and I became obsessed with keeping the screwdriver secure so no one could steal it and use it as the murder weapon; I ended up sitting on it, which was not especially comfortable or practical.
Dreamt I attended some sort of play by the cast of Dropout (in a large, well-lit room, rather than an actual theatre). It was good fun! I was sitting next to Brennan Lee Mulligan; at one point I said something that made him laugh, and I thought 'I must write that exchange down', and I was mildly annoyed to wake up and find I'd forgotten about it.
The play included a scene with the aftermath of an orgy; Brennan was in this scene, having been one of the orgy's participants. The presence of Brennan's character at the orgy was disconcerting for the play's protagonist; I think Brennan was playing the identical twin of someone who was blackmailing the protagonist or something?
When Brennan returned to his seat:
Riona: There was a point during that scene where I looked from the stage to the seat next to me, and I went... (mimes confusion)
Brennan: (laughs) 'Where's Brennan?'
Riona: A mystery that may never be solved.
After the play, a man (dark-haired, white, thirties, bearded, I think he'd also been in the cast) asked me, 'Not a fan of gym bands?'
During the play, people had been given rubber bracelets signifying (fictional?) gym membership. Some people were now trying to collect lots of these bracelets; the comment was evidently about the fact that I didn't have any. I thought about this.
'It would be nice to have a souvenir from this,' I said. 'Brennan's the person I was sitting next to, and we talked a little, so I'd ask him for one, but I'm sure Brennan would never give up one of his bracelets.' (Brennan Lee Mulligan is famously competitive, so I naturally assumed he would not just be collecting gym bands but aiming to collect the most gym bands.)
Dreamt I was watching a remarkably impressive fanwork: a crossover between Stargate: SG-1 and another live-action show I wasn't familiar with, in the form of a fan episode somehow edited together from existing episodes. It was by the author of a (real-life) SG-1/Avatar: The Last Airbender crossover I'd read, and it heavily featured Sam Carter. I kept wondering how on Earth they'd pulled it off.
Unsettling Silent Hill-esque dream; at one point I was running down a pitch-black corridor leading underground, trying to escape two men who wished me ill, hoping that the darkness might help me remain unseen but simultaneously afraid that, if I followed the corridor too far down, I'd never be able to find my way back to the surface.
It ended with me trapped in a small underground section of tunnel, with seemingly no way out.
I looked up at the ceiling. It looked like there was a bit of it that I might be able to peel off? I didn't know if it would do any good, and I was a little nervous about potentially bringing the ceiling down on my head, but what was the alternative: just staying here forever?
I peeled off a little of the ceiling. There was more ceiling above it, but I could see just a little daylight starting to show through; I was closer to the surface than I'd realised.
I kept working at the ceiling, and before long I was able to climb out of my underground tomb and found myself safely in daylight, next to a swimming pool, with my family; I saw my brothers and greeted my aunt.
Dreamt I was on a bus on a different planet, accompanied by my mum. We spoke to various residents of the planet while they were on the bus; they appeared human but were unaware of Earth's existence, and were surprised and interested to learn we'd come from another planet. They were reluctant to speak about the local authoritarian regime.
We'd brought a small clear plastic bag of Earth vegetables - e.g. Brussels sprouts, green beans - to show the locals some of the plants from our planet, but they were often more interested in the bag itself and the zip holding it shut.
The locals often hoped to see friends on the bus, although they didn't have the word 'friend'; they instead called them 'likes', i.e. people you like. Being on the bus together seemed to be an important way of socialising in this society; perhaps there weren't many other opportunities to converse.
One of the people we met was a girl in her late teens who was a little disappointed that none of her likes were on the bus. She commented that all of her likes were a lot older than her; apparently they'd first become friends on the bus when she was five and they, a group of women, had been out celebrating the sixtieth birthday of one of the party.
The night after seeing The Play That Goes Wrong on stage, I dreamt that Chris Bean - or, rather, his actor in character - phoned me in the middle of the night. I was very incoherent on account of just having been woken up by the phone, but I just managed a 'Hello, Chris; it's lovely to hear from you.'
Apparently I'd made an application for a Cornley character to record some sort of... introduction? An introduction to my answering machine, let's say; that's the only thing I can think of that halfway makes sense. Chris asked what the text of the introduction should be. I stammered incoherently for a long moment, half-asleep and unprepared to think on my feet, and then said I'd like it if each member of the drama society recorded the introduction of their choice. At this suggestion, I heard the other cast members laughing in the background of the call.
Dreamt I was back at school, and all the other pupils seemed convinced that I was dating either Yuffie or Livi, both schoolfriends of mine, both troublemakers. One commented that I always seemed to be with a different 'troublemaker girl'. 'I suppose I tend to be drawn to people with loud personalities,' I said, 'because I'm quite quiet, so it makes a good contrast.'
Dreamt I was on a boat on a canal. Eiko of Final Fantasy IX summoned Leviathan behind the boat, apparently for her own amusement. I turned to see this vast serpent riding from the water, summoning a tidal wave, and realised I was in very big trouble. Fortunately, Sonic the Hedgehog picked me up, leapt onto the bank of the canal and outran the tidal wave, bringing me to safety. Thanks, Sonic. I hope everyone else on the boat also had a supersonic hedgehog to help out.
Dreamt that, two-plus decades after the events of Animorphs (...around now, I suppose), the Animorphs, in their early forties, were invited for a turkey dinner to celebrate the launch of a book about the various alien species they'd encountered. Being present at the event, and having laden my plate with delicious-looking turkey and roast potatoes, I was mildly miffed to wake up before I actually got to eat any of it.
On a final and unrelated note: I forgot to mention the most important part of Lost Records: Bloom & Rage!
At one point, protagonist Swann comes across a little pile of rabbit droppings. The game gives you the opportunity to point this out to Swann's friends with the dialogue option 'Hey! Poop!'
I did not take this option, because I thought Swann's friends might find it offputting. My real-life friends are a different matter. Tem and I have been saying 'Hey! Poop!' to each other at every opportunity ever since.
Dreamt I attended a meal in honour of three unwell farmyard animals (cow, pig, sheep?); I think the idea was to give them a nice experience before they were culled. For some reason I had brought a sturdy screwdriver with me. I was absolutely convinced that at some point during the meal the lights would go out and one of the human guests would be murdered, and I became obsessed with keeping the screwdriver secure so no one could steal it and use it as the murder weapon; I ended up sitting on it, which was not especially comfortable or practical.
Dreamt I attended some sort of play by the cast of Dropout (in a large, well-lit room, rather than an actual theatre). It was good fun! I was sitting next to Brennan Lee Mulligan; at one point I said something that made him laugh, and I thought 'I must write that exchange down', and I was mildly annoyed to wake up and find I'd forgotten about it.
The play included a scene with the aftermath of an orgy; Brennan was in this scene, having been one of the orgy's participants. The presence of Brennan's character at the orgy was disconcerting for the play's protagonist; I think Brennan was playing the identical twin of someone who was blackmailing the protagonist or something?
When Brennan returned to his seat:
Riona: There was a point during that scene where I looked from the stage to the seat next to me, and I went... (mimes confusion)
Brennan: (laughs) 'Where's Brennan?'
Riona: A mystery that may never be solved.
After the play, a man (dark-haired, white, thirties, bearded, I think he'd also been in the cast) asked me, 'Not a fan of gym bands?'
During the play, people had been given rubber bracelets signifying (fictional?) gym membership. Some people were now trying to collect lots of these bracelets; the comment was evidently about the fact that I didn't have any. I thought about this.
'It would be nice to have a souvenir from this,' I said. 'Brennan's the person I was sitting next to, and we talked a little, so I'd ask him for one, but I'm sure Brennan would never give up one of his bracelets.' (Brennan Lee Mulligan is famously competitive, so I naturally assumed he would not just be collecting gym bands but aiming to collect the most gym bands.)
Dreamt I was watching a remarkably impressive fanwork: a crossover between Stargate: SG-1 and another live-action show I wasn't familiar with, in the form of a fan episode somehow edited together from existing episodes. It was by the author of a (real-life) SG-1/Avatar: The Last Airbender crossover I'd read, and it heavily featured Sam Carter. I kept wondering how on Earth they'd pulled it off.
Unsettling Silent Hill-esque dream; at one point I was running down a pitch-black corridor leading underground, trying to escape two men who wished me ill, hoping that the darkness might help me remain unseen but simultaneously afraid that, if I followed the corridor too far down, I'd never be able to find my way back to the surface.
It ended with me trapped in a small underground section of tunnel, with seemingly no way out.
I looked up at the ceiling. It looked like there was a bit of it that I might be able to peel off? I didn't know if it would do any good, and I was a little nervous about potentially bringing the ceiling down on my head, but what was the alternative: just staying here forever?
I peeled off a little of the ceiling. There was more ceiling above it, but I could see just a little daylight starting to show through; I was closer to the surface than I'd realised.
I kept working at the ceiling, and before long I was able to climb out of my underground tomb and found myself safely in daylight, next to a swimming pool, with my family; I saw my brothers and greeted my aunt.
Dreamt I was on a bus on a different planet, accompanied by my mum. We spoke to various residents of the planet while they were on the bus; they appeared human but were unaware of Earth's existence, and were surprised and interested to learn we'd come from another planet. They were reluctant to speak about the local authoritarian regime.
We'd brought a small clear plastic bag of Earth vegetables - e.g. Brussels sprouts, green beans - to show the locals some of the plants from our planet, but they were often more interested in the bag itself and the zip holding it shut.
The locals often hoped to see friends on the bus, although they didn't have the word 'friend'; they instead called them 'likes', i.e. people you like. Being on the bus together seemed to be an important way of socialising in this society; perhaps there weren't many other opportunities to converse.
One of the people we met was a girl in her late teens who was a little disappointed that none of her likes were on the bus. She commented that all of her likes were a lot older than her; apparently they'd first become friends on the bus when she was five and they, a group of women, had been out celebrating the sixtieth birthday of one of the party.
The night after seeing The Play That Goes Wrong on stage, I dreamt that Chris Bean - or, rather, his actor in character - phoned me in the middle of the night. I was very incoherent on account of just having been woken up by the phone, but I just managed a 'Hello, Chris; it's lovely to hear from you.'
Apparently I'd made an application for a Cornley character to record some sort of... introduction? An introduction to my answering machine, let's say; that's the only thing I can think of that halfway makes sense. Chris asked what the text of the introduction should be. I stammered incoherently for a long moment, half-asleep and unprepared to think on my feet, and then said I'd like it if each member of the drama society recorded the introduction of their choice. At this suggestion, I heard the other cast members laughing in the background of the call.
Dreamt I was back at school, and all the other pupils seemed convinced that I was dating either Yuffie or Livi, both schoolfriends of mine, both troublemakers. One commented that I always seemed to be with a different 'troublemaker girl'. 'I suppose I tend to be drawn to people with loud personalities,' I said, 'because I'm quite quiet, so it makes a good contrast.'
Dreamt I was on a boat on a canal. Eiko of Final Fantasy IX summoned Leviathan behind the boat, apparently for her own amusement. I turned to see this vast serpent riding from the water, summoning a tidal wave, and realised I was in very big trouble. Fortunately, Sonic the Hedgehog picked me up, leapt onto the bank of the canal and outran the tidal wave, bringing me to safety. Thanks, Sonic. I hope everyone else on the boat also had a supersonic hedgehog to help out.
Dreamt that, two-plus decades after the events of Animorphs (...around now, I suppose), the Animorphs, in their early forties, were invited for a turkey dinner to celebrate the launch of a book about the various alien species they'd encountered. Being present at the event, and having laden my plate with delicious-looking turkey and roast potatoes, I was mildly miffed to wake up before I actually got to eat any of it.
On a final and unrelated note: I forgot to mention the most important part of Lost Records: Bloom & Rage!
At one point, protagonist Swann comes across a little pile of rabbit droppings. The game gives you the opportunity to point this out to Swann's friends with the dialogue option 'Hey! Poop!'
I did not take this option, because I thought Swann's friends might find it offputting. My real-life friends are a different matter. Tem and I have been saying 'Hey! Poop!' to each other at every opportunity ever since.