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rionaleonhart) wrote2026-04-28 11:35 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2026-04-28 11:35 am
It's Hard To Say 'Geepltimer' With A Straight Face.
It's time for another dream roundup!
Dreamt I had some sort of appointment on a winter's evening, with dusk approaching. The room for the appointment was partway down a corridor, but the person I was supposed to be meeting was late, so I wandered further down the corridor and was astonished and thrilled to discover that I could see the Northern Lights through the window at the end. I spent a long time just watching the green glow.
Dreamt I went to the Millennium Dome, which was full of fun themed rooms/exhibits in the way it was for the actual millennium. It had Final Fantasy XVI and XIV rooms! It had a giant brightly coloured plastic slide, twisting like a waterslide, which you could take down from the top floor (of three) to the floor below! At one point I went through a Stargate-esque ring of wobbly water in a dark room and found myself in what appeared to be a large, brightly lit field (indoors), made to look larger and more outdoors with clever use of giant high-fidelity screens, with a familiar self-driving vehicle trundling around the perimeter; that was a real jumpscare. (I have an intense and slightly weird work-related history with the vehicle in question.) (I've just realised how this sounds. Please be assured that my relationship with the vehicle is strictly platonic.)
Dreamt I went to see The Comedy About Spies on stage with Tem. Henry Lewis, actor of The Goes Wrong Show's Robert Grove and hottest man in the world, was in it, but for some reason he played some of his parts while sitting in the audience, specifically in the seat right next to Tem.
At one point Henry Lewis was playing the Wicked Witch of the West, green-skinned and clad in black, with a dark grey fabric face mask to hide his beard. Tem somehow ended up leaning against him in his witch role, and then almost lying in his lap while he stroked xyr hair?? I was simultaneously internally going 'holy shit, live your best life as the wicked witch's pet, I can't wait to tell our housemates about this' and deeply envious.
I think I ended up partially absorbed into it? I think I ended up leaning against Tem while Tem was in his lap, and Henry Lewis may have petted me a little, briefly.
Eventually, Henry Lewis got up to head to the stage. 'I'll announce on social media that this performance was dedicated to your girlfriend,' he commented to me.
'Thank you,' I said. 'You're very handsome.'
He shook his head. 'Not in this role.' (What he said was actually 'not as the maiden', but this was the intent behind it.)
(When I told Tem about this dream, xe pointed out I should have hastily explained that xe's not my girlfriend and I am very much single. Can't believe I missed my chance with Dream Henry Lewis.)
Dreamt that my housemate Ginger split themselves into two people, one male and one female, in the hope of achieving some sort of goal before remerging, and it took me a surprisingly long time to see them in the same place and realise I now lived with two Gingers.
Dreamt I was whisked from my home and brought to some sort of trendy bar, where I and seven or so others who'd also been brought there unexpectedly were told we'd each perform a karaoke song of our choice. It all seemed to be for fun and I didn't feel I was in danger, despite possibly being abducted into this; my main concern was that I might embarrass myself singing karaoke to a room full of strangers (and my dad, who was with me for some reason but would not be expected to do the karaoke: fortunate, as he's incapable of singing in tune). I was planning to do 'Stacy's Mom', as that was a song nobody was likely to take too seriously, but unfortunately a small boy ahead of me performed a parody song to the same tune, leaving me scrambling to think of something else.
Also, at one point I put a handful of wrapped sweets in a slot in a young woman's forehead? But it turned out she was already keeping a handful of Quality Street in her head slot - seven or so - and it could not hold the new addition; the sweets spilled back out. I was both repelled and a little fascinated.
Dreamt Mum, my uncle, my aunt and I were making our way to a natural rock platform overlooking the ocean, where some sort of battle would take place; it's possible that I was to be one of the combatants. It was overcast, a little damp and misty, and so windy that I could save time on walking by lifting both feet up and just allowing myself to be blown along the street. I inexplicably woke up with the concept of Father Christmas/Winston Churchill fanfiction in my head.
I think in my dream I was on a Taskmaster team with Dennis of The Goes Wrong Show, which seems ill-fated. I also learnt, in my dream, that Florence + the Machine had a song so long it had been released on thirteen separate records; a friend asked how many of these records I owned, to which my response was 'Florence needs to calm down.'
Finally: in one dream, I was trying to remember whether the word for someone who doesn't drink was 'geepltimer' or 'geppltimer', and then I woke up and remembered it was 'teetotaller'.
Dreamt I had some sort of appointment on a winter's evening, with dusk approaching. The room for the appointment was partway down a corridor, but the person I was supposed to be meeting was late, so I wandered further down the corridor and was astonished and thrilled to discover that I could see the Northern Lights through the window at the end. I spent a long time just watching the green glow.
Dreamt I went to the Millennium Dome, which was full of fun themed rooms/exhibits in the way it was for the actual millennium. It had Final Fantasy XVI and XIV rooms! It had a giant brightly coloured plastic slide, twisting like a waterslide, which you could take down from the top floor (of three) to the floor below! At one point I went through a Stargate-esque ring of wobbly water in a dark room and found myself in what appeared to be a large, brightly lit field (indoors), made to look larger and more outdoors with clever use of giant high-fidelity screens, with a familiar self-driving vehicle trundling around the perimeter; that was a real jumpscare. (I have an intense and slightly weird work-related history with the vehicle in question.) (I've just realised how this sounds. Please be assured that my relationship with the vehicle is strictly platonic.)
Dreamt I went to see The Comedy About Spies on stage with Tem. Henry Lewis, actor of The Goes Wrong Show's Robert Grove and hottest man in the world, was in it, but for some reason he played some of his parts while sitting in the audience, specifically in the seat right next to Tem.
At one point Henry Lewis was playing the Wicked Witch of the West, green-skinned and clad in black, with a dark grey fabric face mask to hide his beard. Tem somehow ended up leaning against him in his witch role, and then almost lying in his lap while he stroked xyr hair?? I was simultaneously internally going 'holy shit, live your best life as the wicked witch's pet, I can't wait to tell our housemates about this' and deeply envious.
I think I ended up partially absorbed into it? I think I ended up leaning against Tem while Tem was in his lap, and Henry Lewis may have petted me a little, briefly.
Eventually, Henry Lewis got up to head to the stage. 'I'll announce on social media that this performance was dedicated to your girlfriend,' he commented to me.
'Thank you,' I said. 'You're very handsome.'
He shook his head. 'Not in this role.' (What he said was actually 'not as the maiden', but this was the intent behind it.)
(When I told Tem about this dream, xe pointed out I should have hastily explained that xe's not my girlfriend and I am very much single. Can't believe I missed my chance with Dream Henry Lewis.)
Dreamt that my housemate Ginger split themselves into two people, one male and one female, in the hope of achieving some sort of goal before remerging, and it took me a surprisingly long time to see them in the same place and realise I now lived with two Gingers.
Dreamt I was whisked from my home and brought to some sort of trendy bar, where I and seven or so others who'd also been brought there unexpectedly were told we'd each perform a karaoke song of our choice. It all seemed to be for fun and I didn't feel I was in danger, despite possibly being abducted into this; my main concern was that I might embarrass myself singing karaoke to a room full of strangers (and my dad, who was with me for some reason but would not be expected to do the karaoke: fortunate, as he's incapable of singing in tune). I was planning to do 'Stacy's Mom', as that was a song nobody was likely to take too seriously, but unfortunately a small boy ahead of me performed a parody song to the same tune, leaving me scrambling to think of something else.
Also, at one point I put a handful of wrapped sweets in a slot in a young woman's forehead? But it turned out she was already keeping a handful of Quality Street in her head slot - seven or so - and it could not hold the new addition; the sweets spilled back out. I was both repelled and a little fascinated.
Dreamt Mum, my uncle, my aunt and I were making our way to a natural rock platform overlooking the ocean, where some sort of battle would take place; it's possible that I was to be one of the combatants. It was overcast, a little damp and misty, and so windy that I could save time on walking by lifting both feet up and just allowing myself to be blown along the street. I inexplicably woke up with the concept of Father Christmas/Winston Churchill fanfiction in my head.
I think in my dream I was on a Taskmaster team with Dennis of The Goes Wrong Show, which seems ill-fated. I also learnt, in my dream, that Florence + the Machine had a song so long it had been released on thirteen separate records; a friend asked how many of these records I owned, to which my response was 'Florence needs to calm down.'
Finally: in one dream, I was trying to remember whether the word for someone who doesn't drink was 'geepltimer' or 'geppltimer', and then I woke up and remembered it was 'teetotaller'.
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Oh, that's a nice thing to see in a dream!
I love that you needed to specify.
Tem is correct!
Oh yeah, Dennis would be A Teammate. He's fine as long as he's not required to do, understand, or remember stuff!
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Every task attempt is spent desperately trying to prevent poor Dennis from doing anything. And yet somehow we'd still end up scoring better than the Chris/Robert team, who just fight with each other constantly.