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rionaleonhart) wrote2026-06-01 09:49 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2026-06-01 09:49 am
The Lollipop Lady Will Spare My Life Because I Was Polite.
Dream roundup time! I've been remembering a lot of my dreams lately, maybe because it's been so warm.
Dreamt I attempted to donate a pound to some sort of charitable cause, then realised I'd accidentally shoved the coin into the wrong coin slot. Said slot was crammed full of coins and inoperable. I dug the coins out and put them into the charity slot, of the 'the coin whirls around in circles and eventually falls into a hole in the middle' variety.
Among the things I'd dug out, I discovered, were a certificate announcing the bearer had attended a Kingdom Hearts concert and a used copy of Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory for the Switch; Switch cartridges are pretty small and slim, but goodness knows how the certificate had managed to fit in a small coin slot. I held on to those.
Dreamt that I played Life Is Strange: Double Exposure, the direct sequel to the original Life Is Strange. (Double Exposure exists, but I haven't yet played it in real life.) It ended with a montage of two Chloes on a roadtrip spanning years: one the original Chloe of Life Is Strange, now in her fifties/sixties, and one a younger version of Chloe from a different universe, in her twenties/thirties. Eventually, after over a decade travelling together, the younger Chloe decided it was time to return to Max, setting up Life Is Strange: Reunion, the next game in the series. I enjoyed the idea of two Chloes roadtripping together, and - and this almost goes without saying - I felt they should make out.
Dreamt one of my housemates invited Dennis of The Goes Wrong Show out for a meal with us at a restaurant. Dennis kept getting up from his seat and wandering off, and I would follow him around the restaurant because I was concerned for his safety.
Events in one dream included:
- My housemate Rei fell backwards down a pit (a well?) in front of my eyes: absolutely horrifying instant of not knowing how deep the pit was and waiting to hear them hit the bottom. Rei emerged with relatively minor injuries, in the end, but it was impossible to persuade our fellow housemate Tem that Rei was still alive, even when Rei was right there; Tem was convinced that Rei's presence couldn't be real.
- My brother Joseph and I were navigating a vast multilevelled train, with large gaps in the floor between layers; honestly, they were more gap than floor, and you could see all the way down to the rails. Joseph kept recklessly parkouring around and doing flips while I tried to persuade him to move more safely.
- At one point I had to walk through a corridor that had smallish crocodiles embedded in the walls and floor. They were alive and attempting to snap at me, so I couldn't stray too close.
- At the end of the crocodile corridor was a vast window through which I could see bleak but stunning scenery, Grass and hills, patches of weak sunlight blending into deeply overcast areas of dark purplish clouds, a flock of sunlit seagulls bright against the dark backdrop of the sky.
Dreamt that Kimball Cho of The Mentalist was dating a man who had, prior to their relationship, been a minor antagonist. His boyfriend mentioned, 'In my workplace, we kind of have a tradition where we sell our partner to our colleagues for the day, if you're up for that.'
Cho asked, 'So I hang out with your colleagues for a day, and they give me a shitty massage or something? Yeah, I think I can handle that.'
His boyfriend laughed. 'Not a massage, no.'
Cho's expression, naturally, did not change. He considered this for a moment and concluded that, yes, he was up for getting gangbanged by his boyfriend's workplace.
Dreamt I and an ally were trying to help a child - a boy named Kevin - escape the mine he was working in. The owner of the mine realised we were attempting to escape and switched off the mine's artificial sunlight, forcing us to navigate in pitch blackness while trying to avoid the mine's resident minotaur (the mine-otaur?).
Eventually I cornered the mine's owner. I demanded that he let us go without pursuing legal action, and I also demanded that he occasionally write letters to Kevin, who had come to see the man forcing him to work in his mine as a sort of father figure. He agreed to our terms, although he seemed a little taken aback by the letter requirement.
Dreamt that Brennan Lee Mulligan was starring in a roleplay thing for Dropout, GMed by Sam Reich from offstage. There was no table; the players would move around the room, acting things out, occasionally breaking into musical numbers. I was physically present, watching it being filmed. At one point I wandered a little too close to Brennan and he, in-character, remarked on my untied shoelace.
Brennan's character had a travelling companion, played by another male Dropout member. Sam decided this man was too tall for the role and magically made him shorter before the game began: not remarkably short, maybe five foot seven or so, but definitely several inches shorter than he'd been before. He was slightly disgruntled about this.
After the game, Brennan remembered his companion was still short; he should fix that, shouldn't he?
'Just make sure he's larger than a box of cereal,' a passer-by commented. 'It'll be fine.'
So Brennan, a little amused, left the guy short, and the guy was not happy about it.
Meanwhile, I'd somehow misplaced my glasses and spent a good twenty-plus minutes after the game ended searching the game space for them. Eventually Brennan returned to the game space and asked what I was looking for, and he was astonished to hear I'd been trying to find my glasses ever since he'd left. I was trying to look without my glasses, Brennan! It's not easy!
I'm a little surprised to note I've now had multiple dreams about Brennan Lee Mulligan! (Here's the other one I have on record.) I enjoy some Dropout shows (mainly Game Changer and Um, Actually...), and I find Brennan's intensely competitive nature entertaining, but Dropout isn't something I tend to think about when I'm not actively watching it. And yet here's not just Dropout in general but Brennan Lee Mulligan in particular, haunting my dreams.
We're down to a more acceptable temperature now! We can have the curtains open during the day again! Very exciting. (I'm still hoping to fulfil the fic requests I took during the hot weather; I'm just struggling with writer's block at the moment.)
Dreamt I attempted to donate a pound to some sort of charitable cause, then realised I'd accidentally shoved the coin into the wrong coin slot. Said slot was crammed full of coins and inoperable. I dug the coins out and put them into the charity slot, of the 'the coin whirls around in circles and eventually falls into a hole in the middle' variety.
Among the things I'd dug out, I discovered, were a certificate announcing the bearer had attended a Kingdom Hearts concert and a used copy of Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory for the Switch; Switch cartridges are pretty small and slim, but goodness knows how the certificate had managed to fit in a small coin slot. I held on to those.
Dreamt that I played Life Is Strange: Double Exposure, the direct sequel to the original Life Is Strange. (Double Exposure exists, but I haven't yet played it in real life.) It ended with a montage of two Chloes on a roadtrip spanning years: one the original Chloe of Life Is Strange, now in her fifties/sixties, and one a younger version of Chloe from a different universe, in her twenties/thirties. Eventually, after over a decade travelling together, the younger Chloe decided it was time to return to Max, setting up Life Is Strange: Reunion, the next game in the series. I enjoyed the idea of two Chloes roadtripping together, and - and this almost goes without saying - I felt they should make out.
Dreamt one of my housemates invited Dennis of The Goes Wrong Show out for a meal with us at a restaurant. Dennis kept getting up from his seat and wandering off, and I would follow him around the restaurant because I was concerned for his safety.
Events in one dream included:
- My housemate Rei fell backwards down a pit (a well?) in front of my eyes: absolutely horrifying instant of not knowing how deep the pit was and waiting to hear them hit the bottom. Rei emerged with relatively minor injuries, in the end, but it was impossible to persuade our fellow housemate Tem that Rei was still alive, even when Rei was right there; Tem was convinced that Rei's presence couldn't be real.
- My brother Joseph and I were navigating a vast multilevelled train, with large gaps in the floor between layers; honestly, they were more gap than floor, and you could see all the way down to the rails. Joseph kept recklessly parkouring around and doing flips while I tried to persuade him to move more safely.
- At one point I had to walk through a corridor that had smallish crocodiles embedded in the walls and floor. They were alive and attempting to snap at me, so I couldn't stray too close.
- At the end of the crocodile corridor was a vast window through which I could see bleak but stunning scenery, Grass and hills, patches of weak sunlight blending into deeply overcast areas of dark purplish clouds, a flock of sunlit seagulls bright against the dark backdrop of the sky.
Dreamt that Kimball Cho of The Mentalist was dating a man who had, prior to their relationship, been a minor antagonist. His boyfriend mentioned, 'In my workplace, we kind of have a tradition where we sell our partner to our colleagues for the day, if you're up for that.'
Cho asked, 'So I hang out with your colleagues for a day, and they give me a shitty massage or something? Yeah, I think I can handle that.'
His boyfriend laughed. 'Not a massage, no.'
Cho's expression, naturally, did not change. He considered this for a moment and concluded that, yes, he was up for getting gangbanged by his boyfriend's workplace.
Dreamt I and an ally were trying to help a child - a boy named Kevin - escape the mine he was working in. The owner of the mine realised we were attempting to escape and switched off the mine's artificial sunlight, forcing us to navigate in pitch blackness while trying to avoid the mine's resident minotaur (the mine-otaur?).
Eventually I cornered the mine's owner. I demanded that he let us go without pursuing legal action, and I also demanded that he occasionally write letters to Kevin, who had come to see the man forcing him to work in his mine as a sort of father figure. He agreed to our terms, although he seemed a little taken aback by the letter requirement.
Dreamt that Brennan Lee Mulligan was starring in a roleplay thing for Dropout, GMed by Sam Reich from offstage. There was no table; the players would move around the room, acting things out, occasionally breaking into musical numbers. I was physically present, watching it being filmed. At one point I wandered a little too close to Brennan and he, in-character, remarked on my untied shoelace.
Brennan's character had a travelling companion, played by another male Dropout member. Sam decided this man was too tall for the role and magically made him shorter before the game began: not remarkably short, maybe five foot seven or so, but definitely several inches shorter than he'd been before. He was slightly disgruntled about this.
After the game, Brennan remembered his companion was still short; he should fix that, shouldn't he?
'Just make sure he's larger than a box of cereal,' a passer-by commented. 'It'll be fine.'
So Brennan, a little amused, left the guy short, and the guy was not happy about it.
Meanwhile, I'd somehow misplaced my glasses and spent a good twenty-plus minutes after the game ended searching the game space for them. Eventually Brennan returned to the game space and asked what I was looking for, and he was astonished to hear I'd been trying to find my glasses ever since he'd left. I was trying to look without my glasses, Brennan! It's not easy!
I'm a little surprised to note I've now had multiple dreams about Brennan Lee Mulligan! (Here's the other one I have on record.) I enjoy some Dropout shows (mainly Game Changer and Um, Actually...), and I find Brennan's intensely competitive nature entertaining, but Dropout isn't something I tend to think about when I'm not actively watching it. And yet here's not just Dropout in general but Brennan Lee Mulligan in particular, haunting my dreams.
We're down to a more acceptable temperature now! We can have the curtains open during the day again! Very exciting. (I'm still hoping to fulfil the fic requests I took during the hot weather; I'm just struggling with writer's block at the moment.)
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Considering you fixed the machine for the charity, I think you earned it!
Was it a particularly dangerous restaurant or was it just general Goes Wrong Show levels of mishap-proneness?
Aw, bitey babies! They were probably hungry!
Go Cho!
No problem. Physically cooling your brain may help you think better.
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It must be hard to hunt for prey when you're embedded in a wall! Poor little crocodiles.
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You are to selfcest as I am to woundfucking.
At one point I had to walk through a corridor that had smallish crocodiles embedded in the walls and floor. They were alive and attempting to snap at me, so I couldn't stray too close.
Oh this feels like it should be in a cartoon
He considered this for a moment and concluded that, yes, he was up for getting gangbanged by his boyfriend's workplace.
It's good that he's openminded
(the mine-otaur?).
BOO. BOOOOOOO. BOOO.
He was slightly disgruntled about this.
Non consensual shortening does have this effect although normally it's messier and the disgruntlement is commensurately stronger