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Because I know you're all so interested, I have to tell you my dream since I just remembered it. 

I dreamt that I owned a dog and took it to this dog trainer, who turned out to be Will Ferrell, looking exactly like he did in Zoolander.  It was kinda freaky.  Anyway, I took my dog to this competition, and they had this swimming pool full of floating cans.  Most of the cans were soda cans, but two of them were beer cans.  The dogs had to jump in and swim around and search for the beer cans, and the two dogs that found them would advance to the finals.  So I kept throwing my dog into the pool, and he kept coming up with soda cans, and Will Ferrell kept screaming at us, which was very nervewracking.  Finally, I thought  I spied the beer can, so I threw a doggie treat in that spot, and my dog jumped after it and came out a minute later with the beer can in his mouth.  The can was slightly broken by his teeth and was spurting beer all over my hand as I grabbed it and ran towards Will Ferrell, excited to have won.  Instead of being happy, Will Ferrell was even angrier and screamed and screamed at me instead.  He shouted that in the rules, if you broke the can, you were automatically disqualified.

If I ever get a dog, I don't think I'll take it to competitions.
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Went to see Live in concert yesterday. After their crappy opening band (who I swear sang 10 different versions of the same song), Live made up for it with a long set list (EIGHT encore songs!) and unflagging energy. In other words, they ROCKED. Ed Kowalczyk, I have to admit, is a big hippie. I've never noticed how many times they use the word "love" in their songs, but Ed sure proved it by going around constantly hugging his bandmates. Their very last song was "Dance With Me", and he made the audience sing a capella while he and his bandmates swung back and forth with their arms around each other. It was all very Kumbayah. But the man has a SEXY, sexy voice, so all is forgiven. And when they want to rock, they can rock.

Highlights include...

"Lakini's Juice": A++++++++++++++++ live. I LOVE that song, and the only way to get the full benefit of its throbbing energy is to hear it live and pounding in your ears. Definitely the highlight of the night.

"The Dolphin's Cry": My favourite Live song and beautifully done.

"Lightning Crashes": Even prettier than the radio version.

"Walk the Line": Live doing any sort of Johnny Cash cover is amusing. I heard later that they performed this with Chris Daughtry on American Idol. If you have this clip, you know you want to send it to me.

And of course the rest of the old favourites were awesome too. They played some of the songs from their new album (coming out in June, folks). Some were iffy, but most were promising. I'll probably get it.

Lowlights: This very FAT chick who kept oozing and oozing her way over until she had somehow managed to shove us several feet to the right and stood right in FRONT of us (even though we had steadfastly staked out the front part of the steps). She totally shoved us out of the way and proceeded to jump up and down and wail and scream and wave her fat arms in front of my face and effectively block out my vision completely.

Then last night, I had some weird dreams. First I dreamt that somehow I had gotten tickets to an exclusive Muse concert, so I took Angela with me. They opened up with "Sunburn", and I remember thinking how fun it was going to be to go home and gloat in my lj about how none of my other Muse fan friends could see them for awhile (AT LEAST I THOUGHT OF YOU GUYS IN MY DREAMS ♥). Then they launched into a very strange, watered-down, semi-acoustic version of "Supermassive Black Hole" (yes, it sounded as weird as it looks).

But WAIT, it gets stranger. Muse announces that they have a guest star, and SEAN BEAN and Matt Bellamy come out in PUNTING OUTFITS. Sean had red and white striped pants and suspenders, while Matt had green and white striped pants and suspenders, and both wore large straw hats. They energetically start singing the Frank Sinatra/Nancy Sinatra duet of "Something Stupid", all the while perched on tall stools, smiling at the audience from beneath their wide brim straw hats. I was so flabbergasted that I watched the entire performance open-mouthed, holding a video camera I got from who-knows-where. When it was finally over, I turned to Angela, who had been playing with her phone the whole time, and went "That was so weird! I didn't know Muse was friends with Sean Bean!" and she looked up and screamed, "SEAN BEAN WAS ON?!?" Then I said it was her fault for not paying attention, and she complained, "Well you know I'm not that into Muse!" WHAT.

Then it switched to another dream where I had gone to New Zealand with Johnny Depp (rofl I wish), and he wrote me a check to cover some of the expenses, and I remember looking at his signature thinking, "People try so hard to get his autograph, and here it is, sent to me because he owes me money! LOL!"

Then suddenly, I was at a farm, desperately trying to feed all the animals on time (on time for what, I don't know), and Frank from UCLA was there, trying to show me how to peel sheets of seeds of this wire fence to satiate the chickens. The chickens were really violent because they were so hungry and kept pecking at me.

Exciting, huh?
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I had a really weird dream. Since I'm lazy, I'm just going to copy and paste what I wrote to [livejournal.com profile] wtfsad, with a few edits, so excuse the lack of punctuation and excessive capitalisation...

I DREAMT THAT TODAY WAS SOME SORT OF SPECIAL NEOPETS DAY LIKE WE RELEASED SOMETHING SO OUR BOSS THREW A HUGE PARTY IT WAS LIKE A FESTIVAL WITH BOOTHS AND GAMES AND FOOD AND STUFF AND I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU AND [livejournal.com profile] angrykeebler AND I FOUND HIM IN THIS LITTLE BALCONY PLACE BOWLING WITH CHEESE BALLS (WTF LOL) AND I WAS LIKE SICK SO I WENT UPSTAIRS AND ANGELA AND STEVE WERE IN THE BATHROOM AND ANGELA WAS CRYING AND I WAS LIKE OMG WHATS WRONG AND SHE WAS LIKE "MY MOM DIED" AND I WAS LIKE "OMG IM SO SORRY" BUT THEN HER MOM CAME OUT OF ANOTHER ROOM AND I WAS LIKE "WTF YOUR MOMS ALIVE" AND STEVE WAS LIKE "NO SHE MEANS 'MIMOM' THATS THE NAME OF MY CAT SHE DIED" AND I WAS LIKE WTF AND THEN ANGELAS MOM WAS LIKE LAWL BYE AND THEN WALTER CAME OUT OF THE SAME ROOM AND HE WAS LIKE "SIR INTEGRAL ILL BE BACK AT 10:30" AND WE WERE ALL LIKE "OOH WHATS WALTER DOING UNTIL 10:30 WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE" WTF ROFLMAO AND THEN [livejournal.com profile] rosehiptea WAS THERE AND SHE WAS LIKE "OMG HE MUST BE ON A DATE WITH SERAS" AND THEN ALL THE SUDDEN SERAS BECAME HERMIONE AND RON AND HARRY RAN UP THE STAIRS AND RON WAS LIKE "OMG SHE WENT ON A DATE WITH WHO!?!?!?!??!!?" AND I WAS LIKE "SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK WALTER X HERMIONE WTF" AND HARRY WAS TRYING TO CALM HIM DOWN AND RON GRABBED ME AND HARRY AND HE WAS LIKE "WE HAVE TO STOP HER!" AND HE STORMED OFF WITH US IN TOW AND ME AND HARRY WERE LIKE WTF AND THEN I WOKE UP THE END LOL

Hahahahahahaha... seriously, WTF?!

Besides the fact that I got pink-coloured pasta for lunch, the day has been going nicely.

Oh, except [livejournal.com profile] angrykeebler got me the R. Kelly DVD.

...................................

THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SLAPS IN THE WORLD FOR HIM!

Mind's Eye

Apr. 10th, 2005 01:01 pm
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The weirdest assortment of characters appeared in my dream last night. First I dreamt that I went on the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyworld, which turned out to be this wild ride with freaky twists and sharp turns. In other words, it had absolutely no relation to the real life ride. It ended with this plunge down a hill that was set to Muse music. Weird. My first thought as I was getting off was to tell [livejournal.com profile] dumspirospero that if that was her favorite ride, it was nothing like the ride at Disneyland, CA.

Then I woke up and realised that I have in fact gone on the Haunted Mansion ride in Disneyworld, and it is in fact almost exactly the same as the one in Disneyland.

Then I dreamt that Kiba from Wolf's Rain was running around this snowy mountain, angsting because he couldn't find his mother. My aunt told him that she saw his mother going up this path, so he went running up there. Now as it had turned out, Kiba had divorced parents who had split up because the dad was sleeping with Rip. Rip Van Winkle. From Hellsing. Yes. I will repeat that again. Wolf's Rain's Kiba had a fake father who was sleeping with Hellsing's Rip. Now you may WTF. His mom however ran into the father when she went up that mountain, so she took a bath curtain and wrote in markers: "IF U CAN SLEEP W/ RIP U CAN SLEEP WITH ME 2!" Apparently, that worked, because they got back together. Kiba didn't know this however. When he ran up the path, he found an empty campsite, with no one there but one of those scary brooms from Fantasia that carry buckets of water. Thinking the broom had killed his mother, he angrily began jamming it repeatedly into a toilet (in the middle of the mountain) while the broom squealed and protested. Then some Random Guy showed up and said his mom wasn't dead, she was with his dad. A horde of giggling girls drew aside the Bath Curtain to reveal his mom. Ta da! She looked strangely like the mom from The Princess Diaries. Argh.

Then I woke up!

Thank goodness.

BAH

Jan. 28th, 2005 04:46 pm
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MY MOM: OMG WHO GAVE YOU A RIDE THIS MORNING OMG OMG SPAZZ WTF AGHLKDFJSLAJ!!!
ME: WTF DID YOU CALL ME AT WORK JUST TO ASK ME THIS
MY MOM: OMG YOU HAVE TO DRIVE YO SISTA AROUND TO 38271987 PLACES TONIGHT BECAUSE I SAID SO
ME: WTF
MY MOM: OMG OMG OMG SPAZZ WHO HAS BEEN GIVING YOU RIDES TO WORK OMG I MUST KNOW THIS IS SO SUSPICIOUS AND WHY ARE YOU GONE ON FRIDAY NIGHTS ALL THE TIME HOW DARE YOU NOT STAY HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT THAT IS UNHEARD OF NO ONE GOES OUT ON FRIDAY NIGHTS YOU MUST STAY HOME OMG OMG SPAZZZZZZZZZZ AND TELL ME WHO GIVES YOU RIDES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
ME: WTF
MY MOM: THEY BETTER BE FEMALE OMG
ME: WTF
MY MOM: OMG OMG I WILL SPEAK TO YOU LATER ABOUT THIS BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS OMG SPAZZ AND U MUST NEVAH GO OUT AT NIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CLICK
ME: WTF

TEH END

I can't wait 'til I move out.

Anyway, I had this strange dream. This random friend (who looked strangely like Amy Lee from Evanescence) was running around in the rain, looking for a job. She kept bothering people because she was cold and wet, but the only person who would give her a job was this black chick who owned a clothing store. She insisted that my friend go climb these trees and pat them down or something odd like that. At first, I told Friend not to do it because it was raining hard, but she finally did it, and then the black chick was so grateful that she let us have new clothes for free from her store. Suddenly, the store turned into a Versace store and there were flat screen TVs everywhere, and they were replaying the U.S. Nationals. Kimmie Meissner was skating around in this strange poofy shirt that looks like a shirt my aunt has. I hung around to watch BB, who was next, but then they just kept playing commercials and more commercials, including this one for TEXAS JEEPS, which had President Bush driving along in a jeep, smiling and giving a thumbs up out the window. WTF. They were about to play yet another commercial when I woke up.

I hate commercials.

Dream On

Jan. 6th, 2005 09:11 am
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Had another weird dream last night. Spencer was driving all of us around somewhere (though his car looked remarkably like Kevin's), and I was sitting in the passenger seat when a helicopter flew overhead and unloaded a massive ton of water onto me. Shocked and drenched, I was assured by everyone else in the car that helicopters unloaded water like that regularly. Right. We all got dropped off at a department store that was going out of business and holding a massive sale, and [livejournal.com profile] wtfsad proceeded to buy all the shoes and shawls she could find. She even came over with a pair of tap shoes, and I noted that I had a pair of tap shoes that she could borrow if she wanted (apparently she was taking tap classes?), but she insisted on having her own shiny pair. WTF LOL.

Then it switched over to this other rather dark dream. Hellsing was being held at bay by Major, who had somehow captured Seras and Walter. He proceeded to narrate to Integra and me the E! TRUE HOLLYWOOD STORY of Walter and how he ACTUALLY got the name of "Angel of Death." Integra and I got to see this lovely sordid documentary that showed Walter gained that name not through killing zombies, but through killing people who killed zombies (GASP! WTFFFF). I remember him having a creepy smile with lots of teeth. Then Walter was like, "Muahahaha, you know my secret!" and Integra and Seras were like, "WTF." Then Major shooed me and Integra out because he said it was time for Walter's radiation treatment. Umm. So while Integra and I stood outside watching, Major turned on this gigantic glowing green lamp and pointed its fearful glowing green rays at Walter, and this "radiation" transformed him into Dark!Walter, which brought along the traits of monotonous, Keanu Reeve-styled delivering of lines and deadpan, stoned-out looks. Then out of boredom, Major shot Seras (yes, and killed her with one shot). He went on to do the same with Alucard.

Now Integra was getting pretty pissed by this point, so she drew her sword and challenged Major to a duel. The two ran off into the darkness, shouting and fencing. At this point, Anderson ran in and told everyone that there was no hope left and Millenium was going to take over the world. He went around and handed ONE blessed bullet to everyone (all the random people standing on the street) so they could all have a tiny little fighting chance when the ghouls came to take them. When he offered me one, I got really annoyed and insisted that he give me one of his cool blades instead, since he certainly had plenty to spare. We started to haggle like old Chinese women, and I yelled at one point, "Is Integra dead yet?!" to which Major yelled back, "Err, almost?"

Then I woke up.

Hum. I need more sleep.

*Disclaimer: Y'all know I love Hellsing characters and wouldn't really mutilate them so in my conscious mind.

Unless I'm writing fanfiction.
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So apparently, I'm not done with LJ friends making cameos in my dreams.

Last night, I dreamt I attended a Chinese school performance that starred Zhang Ziyi. The entire play consisted of about 500 little children in traditional wear, singing in chorus while Zhang Ziyi danced around in this ballet-type routine. I was sitting at the edge of the audience when an elvish warrior in battle armor, dressed much like the elves in The Two Towers, barged in. Something told me that it wouldn't be a very good idea to get in his way. Sure enough, two random guys in the audience (including a bum) ran at the elf, who quickly skewered them both through with his spear. All of this provided to me in glorious cinematic detail. After conquering all who would dare stand in his way, the elf marched on past me. He looked at me and nodded sagely, so I figured I should nod sagely back. Someone in the audience yelled, "Can you not do that next time during the play?! It's very distracting!" to which the elf replied in a profound manner, "I cannot schedule when evil will appear next."

After the play, we all filtered into these separate rooms, and [livejournal.com profile] phantomsangel was waiting for me in one of them. She excitedly told me that there was now a site for me download Archie Kennedy soundclips from the Horatio Hornblower series. We go online and download various sound bytes of Archie talking onto my MP3 player (which looked more like a tape player) and hers (which looked like a CD player). Then we walked around with our earphones on, listening to Archie talk.

WTF
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So yesterday, I dreamt that [livejournal.com profile] mr_mitts was really Alucard in disguise, who was taking on an online persona so he could peruse the Hellsing boards. This was somehow connected to Sean Bean, who was also online and searching for the National Treasure. I think the two were working together or something. CONSPIRACY NO.

WTF IS THERE ANYONE ON MY LJ/IN POP CULTURE THAT I HAVEN'T DREAMT ABOUT YET?!?

I saw National Treasure and Bridget Jones Diary PART TWO yesterday. I guess the National Treasure bit explains part of my dream. Anyway, NT was silly but entertaining, and it included a very hot windswept-looking Boromir Sean Bean. Bridget Jones Diary was amusing too, and it was worth it if only for that scene of Colin Firth and Hugh Grant chasing each other around the fountain.

Universal Citywalk was very cold.

And there was a creepy old man watching us eat dinner.

?!?

MATT DAMON!!!

Arrrrgh!

Nov. 25th, 2004 11:16 am
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If you were a Pirate! by TheHalveric
Username
Yer Pirate Name!
Name yer ship!
Why be ye a Pirate?
Yer First Mate!dumspirospero
Yer Cabin-boy! (or girl)jumier
Ye're chief rival be the Dread Piratecutelilkitty125
Ye'll be pursued by Admiralskyshark
Cut to ribbon in a freak cannon accident...danceswithelvis
Yer pirate captive to use fer yer wicked pleasureseag
Number o'ships ye'll sink and women ye'll plunder!299
Chance ye'll be hanged... or worse.: 2%
Quiz created with MemeGen!


Looks like Jumier's really cut out to be a cabin girl boy.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Edit: I had an I X M dream last night, but I can't remember what it was. Something about Integra ordering me to do something, knowing very well that it would piss Maxwell off. Maxwell was in charge of some grand dinner, and I was waiting in this large hall so I could see his reaction, but I woke up before I could.

Hmm.
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I dreamt last night that I was driving, and Isaac Hanson crossed at the stoplight I was stopped at.

How exciting is that?!? Bah, if I'm to have celebrities I like in my dream, I expect them have alot more action than that.

Then it switched over to some weird dream where Spencer was trying to teach me how to waltz, and Justin kept telling him to buy these dolls for souvenirs, but Spencer didn't want to because they were all over $300, so instead he bought this crappy piece of "French-made" blue clay with a beach drawn badly over it. It was $40, and I felt it was still too expensive.

I need more icons.

My work is so cool. We get to go to the movies today. For free. On company time.

Life is good. Anyone in my area want to go see Les Miz with me in December? Let me know preferred dates, along with how many people. (Jennifer, I'm thinking anything from 12th-20th, as a time frame?)

And now for our Randomness of the Day:
The 2004 Singer Awards

Sexiest Singer - Taylor Hanson (Hanson), hands down. That boy is prettier than monster-load truck full of supermodels. He's so pretty, it's wrong.

Best Live Raw Voice - Daniel Johns (Silverchair). No one can shake his stuff on stage and quaver out notes all over the place in 11-minute epic live songs like Daniel can.

Sexiest Voice (not to be confused with Sexiest Singer) - Ed Kowalczyk (Live). If you don't believe me, go listen to "Dolphin's Cry."

Best Voice-Not-Matching-Appearance - Alex Band (The Calling). He looks like Nick Carter and sounds kind of like Scott Stapp. It's weird.

Best Crooner - Tie between Fran Healy (Travis) and Tom Chaplin (Keane). I love me my UK music.

Cutest Voice - Johnny Yong Bosch (Eyeshine). Yes, you heard that right. Johnny Yong Bosch has a band. And trust me, there's nothing cuter than hearing Vash sing.

More to come if I think of it. In the meantime, I think we need a Ryan Seacrest poll, no?
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SO PAY ATTENTION YOU MINIONS TO MY PROPHETIC FORETELLING VISIONS THAT COME TO ME WHILE I SLEEP.

Anyway, I think I spend too much time online, because I keep having dreams about online personas. Last night, it was time for [livejournal.com profile] danceswithelvis to appear. Err, nothing dirty, Dwee. I dreamt that she was a "light inspector," a detective-type person who investigated "light" crimes like money fraud and the like. She wanted to investigate conspiracies, but that fell under the category of "dark inspector" and she didn't want to be corrupted by the dark side. Or something. In the meantime, I run to the restroom because I really need to go, but there are two Mexican cleaning ladies in there who keep talking and won't leave. While I'm waiting for them to leave, I brush my teeth and eavesdrop on their (surprising English) conversation. They start talking about this guy who started a symphony orchestra, and for some reason, I found this interesting enough to tell Dwee. She goes, "OMG, this totally fits in with the conspiracy theory I had that people would form secret organizations under the guise of symphony orchestras!" She then makes the very tough decision that for the sake of mankind, she will become a "dark inspector." Immediately, she goes online on my computer and looks up said suspect. This figure appears on the screen, and when she clicks on the picture with her mouse, a pie menu (the kind you get in the Sims when you click on a person) shows up with the options "Tuba," "Trumpet," and "Trombone." Supposedly, she had to choose which instrument the guy would play in his secret organization.

Then I woke up because I really did have to go use the restroom.

WTF OMG WTF

So, Matt Stone and Trey Parker have been telling kids not to vote, and I'm inclined to agree with them. Teenagers are dumb, dumb people/creatures. Spouting repeated hate slogans they heard from friends and illogical reasons on why they're voting for "John Barry," listening to their gangsta rap -- do we really want them deciding the fate of the country? I think they should all be locked up in concrete jails and undergo torture SMACKDOWN, where we rain down RIGHTEOUS DICTIONARIES WITH LASERS (or maybe Elephants with Lasers?) upon them. We'll see if Ryan Seacrest can save them then (OMG LOOK I WORKED IN A RYAN SEACREST REFERENCE GO ME).

Next post -- why Last Exile is the best anime ever. Almost.
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Sometimes, when I sleep, I feel like this:
this

Well, not really. I just wanted to post that picture.

Anyway, I had another weird dream yesterday, this time involving [livejournal.com profile] sir_hellsing and Crispin Freeman. Right.

I dreamt that Thess decided to drop fanfiction entirely and take up doing fanart (please, please don't ever do that. I love your writing, really). Not just any fanart, though, but "Dying Integra" fanart, which meant lots and lots of pictures of Integra in various matyr-like death poses. WTF. Then she drew me a picture of Anderson, except he looked really weird, and his cheeks were scribbled in with red crayon, and when I asked her why, she said it was because he was embarrassed (OVER BEING DRAWN WTF NO). After that, we went to an anime con because she wanted to display all her art there, and while we were standing around the art exhibit, Crispin Freeman came by and started looking at the Alucard pictures. He goes, "That doesn't look like Alucard," and Thess is like, "Yes it does!" An old man comes over and joins the argument, saying the picture actually looks like a character from another anime. Crispin and Thess then get into a long-winded argument over the manga/canon of Hellsing and that other anime the old man mentioned. I wait around because I want to fangirl Crispin, but I get too bored of the long never-ending conversation, so I wander off to buy a salad, except I can't find one being sold for under $30 at the con. Those bastards.

The End.

Moral: None.
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The 18 in my SN bothers me.

It’s the product of a very long and very stupid story that traces back to the time when I was a dumb teenager with no knowledge of computers and less knowledge of AIM (Aim? Aim at who?). But now it’s invariably stuck. It seems that I don’t like change, even if it’s change for the better. Oh well.

Angela saw Hugh Panaro in Phantom of the Opera on Broadway. I am absolutely seething with jealousy. I adore Hugh Panaro, and I adore Phantom. For her to see both at once just makes me unbelievaly envious. You can't see, but there's a little bit of jealous green mist oozing out from me.

In other news, last night I dreamt that I was in this singing competition against Queen Latifah. She was singing "Wind Beneath My Wings," and I had to sing "Memory."

It was really weird.
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I dreamt last night that there was this virus going around turning everyone into zombies. The virus came from these birds that were flying around the sky with fish in their talons, and if they dropped a fish on you (with a virus pill), you caught the virus. Some birds were carrying fish with number tags on them, which meant they had that many virus pills to drop. I'm running across this open field with George Clooney and Brad Pitt (who was dressed in his dorky disguise from Ocean's 11), dodging random explosions and falling virus pills. Kind of a battlefield setting. We arrive at the end where there are these bleachers, and Corrine May (this Asian singer I saw on Third Street once) shows up in a wedding dress and goes, "Watch me!" So we sit down and watch her, and to our surprise, she lifts up her skirt, and tadum, she's wearing figure skates! She then proceeds to go skating around the battlefield, avoiding falling virus pills all the while dancing/skating gracefully to this pretty piano song, except she kept getting hampered by her long wedding skirt. After awhile, George Clooney goes "We must take shelter," so we all run into this little shack where there are three survivors huddled. They scream at us in good zombie movie fashion that there is no room for us and we must leave. One of them pulls out her baby, except I somehow know it's a freaky zombie baby so I hide behind Brad Pitt so I don't have to see it. George Clooney ignores their screaming and goes to the stereo in the corner and puts on Aerosmith's "Walk This Way." We all start dancing in the shack. WTF.

Then we are forced out again, except George Clooney disappears, so now it's just Brad Pitt and me and we run into another shack, and there we're cornered by a flock of birds. We see one bird holding a fish with the number tag #49 so we're like "Damn, we're screwed! We're stuck in a tight corner, and there's no way we can dodge 49 virus pills aimed at us!" Suddenly, it was just Brad in the corner. I suddenly became just a spectator in the dream, and somehow I knew that I didn't have to worry because the virus effects would wear off after 2 days and everyone would return to normal, and I thought that this was one of those lame movies with the "it was all a dream" endings. Then I'm sitting on a couch with Justin and Markus watching said movie, and I tell Markus to give me some more pillows because he's got like five of them, and to my surprise, he gives the big one he was sleeping on.

Then my alarm went off.

What the hell? I swear I didn't drink anything last night...
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I had a dramatic dream with a deep and complicated storyline that I shall tell you all.

Except I've forgotten most of it.

But I'll tell you what I remember. Justin, Kevin, and I were wandering through a maze of underground tunnels, searching for a billionare that was hiding in these caves. We were part of an elite team that was supposed to find him and join him. There was this long section where we accidentally ventured into the wrong room where there were a bunch of Chinese commies planning some sort of coup, so we apologized and left. Umm, yeah. Then we find our correct path again, and Kevin reminds us that Steve wanted us to call him when we were close to finding the billionare so he could join us for the latter half of the hunt. I look at my phone and I see there's no bars, considering we're several miles underground, so I tell Kevin I have no reception, so Kevin runs outside to call, but he has no reception either.

Suddenly, a fat girl in a wedding dress shows up, demanding very forcefully that we let her come along with us because she's looking for the billionare, too. When she hears about our dilemma, she offers to run up to the surface and call Steve for us in return for us letting her join the party, so we agree. While we wait in this cave for her, we run around and swing wooden sticks.

Then my cell phone rings, and it's WTFSAD on the other line, except she had a very girly voice because she wanted her voice to be disguised because of our very secret mission. WTF. She's going on about how great it was to finally call me, and I keep telling her how great it is to find out that my cell phone has reception when I thought it didn't. Then the fat girl returns so I tell her that I'll call her back after we've found the billionare. Lots more dream commenced but I've forgotten it all.

OMG SAD YOU REALLY ARE A FRAGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION!!!

Till next sleep then, folks.
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I dreamt last night that there was this huge meeting, and one of the guys there was Crispin Freeman. Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering tornado that started sucking everything away, especially the pies on the catering table (I blame the presence of pies in my dreams on [livejournal.com profile] danceswithelvis!). Supposedly, everyone had their own personal pie, and the pies were their life meters. Meaning when the entire pie was sucked up, that person died. So the tornado sucks up this guy's pie, and he keels over. Then the tornado starts heading for Crispin's pie, and I'm like, "Oh no, it's going to kill Crispin!" But I can't do anything about it because I'm stuck in the crowd. Next thing I know, I'm on top of this building, looking at a huge art mural painted on the side of a building. This lady is talking to me about the tornado incident, and I ask her if Crispin escaped, and she gets all excited and says, "Oh yes, Kenshin showed up in the nick of time and saved him and this other guy!" I go, "What? KENSHIN?" She goes, "Yes." I'm like, "Kenshin isn't a real person, he's an anime character." She goes, "Well, he must be real, or he came through a 2D-3D portal, because he existed to save us all from the tornado. He defeated the tornado single-handedly with his amazing sword skills!" So I'm like, "Wow! Kenshin is real! How exciting!" Suddenly, the art mural I'm looking at catches on fire, and a helicopter comes over and starts spraying all of us with water, so we run down into these tunnels. While I'm down there, I suddenly think, "What if that wasn't the real Kenshin, but a Kenshin cosplayer? But then where he did get superhuman abilities to defeat tornadoes?!"

Did any of that make sense? Because it doesn't make sense to me.

Then I dreamt that I was at class in college, and this professor wouldn't let me turn my paper in because when he collected them, I was still searching through my backpack for it, so I threw the paper at him in rage and gave him a papercut on his head. Then the rest of the class kept switching seats, which drove him mad, so he stormed out in a fury.

I'm really not this weird when I'm awake. Really.
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Probably the most interesting thing about me are my intensely bizarre dreams. Hmm.

I dreamt that I was surfing some message boards, when a girl posted saying she had met BB and was fangirling over how cool and nice she was. I wanted to show off and say that BB was my sister, but Kevin beat me to it, so instead, I went upstairs to tell BB about it. When I walked into the upstairs bathroom, I saw BB wearing these long brown Chinese robes and a long braid wig. Thinking she looked like Jet Li from Hero, I go, "Hey, you gettin' your Jet Li on?" (What kind of dialogue is that anyway?!). She answers, "No, actually, I'm playing his grandmother." So I'm like, "What the heck? Jet Li doesn't have a grandmother in Hero." And she says, "Well he does now in this new Hero on Ice version we're doing." OMG WTF?!

I also had this total Mary-Sue dream where Anderson and Alucard were dueling in a hotel while it fell down around them, and I was trying to get to them, but I couldn't because of all these glass shards in my legs. Then I was afraid that Alucard would smell my blood, but then thought the dirt I was covered in would mask the smell, and sure enough, on cue, Alucard says, "It smells like dirt in here." Then they had a long dramatic conversation which goes something like this:
ALUCARD: I have a proposal for you.
ANDERSON: We have no bargain, I've sworn to kill you.
ALUCARD: I have need of you for the moment, and I'm sure you want to postpone your death. Just listen. I need to take care of something in this hotel, but I have a little boy held hostage at the top of the stairs on the right hand side. Here's the deal. I can take care of these humans easily but they will prove an annoyance to my business here. You hold off all those people running up the stairs trying to rescue the boy (apparently there was a huge crowd trying to get to the boy) while I take care of my business, and I let you go this once. Plus, I keep the boy safe. You don't want him hurt, do you?

I think, oh no, Anderson will accept to save the little boy! Which, come to think of it, I don't think he would. Especially if he was a Protestant little boy. So I try to drag myself to the stairs to save said little boy so Anderson wouldn't have to.

Anderson goes, "I'll think about it," and walks out and says hi to me. I ask him if he'll accept the deal, and he says, "No. One little boy's life is not worth the entire crowd of people's lives on the stairs." (Once again, would he really care?) Then together we try to get out of the hotel, which is still falling down. Alucard shows up, and because he has such great respect for Anderson, throws us two yearbooks (?) which supposedly contain maps to the hotel. I make a lame joke, saying, "This is the part in the movie where the protagonists miraculously find yearbooks to help them on their way," and Alucard and Anderson laugh heartily. Then I woke up.

I don't even want to mention the I, Robot dream I had where we watched this "edited version" that cut out all the robots.

I mean, WTF?!?
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I dreamt last night that Walter from Hellsing and Laine Kim from Gilmore Girls were a couple (yes, old Walter). Then when Laine was sitting in church with her mom, Walter came running up to her with a baby shouting "It's yours, Laine, it's yours!" (apparently, Walter was the one who gave birth too). Laine gasped, her mother fainted, and I woke up dramatically traumatized for life.

Am I going insane? Am I???
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I've had a number of extravagantly weird dreams which I'm going to briefly summarize here so one day my warped mind can look back at them and be unnecessarily amused.

First, I've had a huge number of celebrity dreams, which is odd. I don't take to watching TV *that* much. Just my fare of a few weekly shows, and adult swim at night, which certainly doesn't feature big celebrities. Even stranger, the celebrities I dream about have nothing to do with anything I'm thinking about at the moment. For example, I dreamt I had to babysit Tom Selleck's niece, and he and I became best friends. Um, ok, random. Then I dreamt that Tom Cruise was my best friend, and he decided to take up figure skating (please, no). Figure skating dreams are rather common with me, but with Tom Cruise in there doing cheated triple axels and skating to the Last Samurai soundtrack? That's just bizarre! Then I dreamt that Bruce Willis and Lorelai Gilmore were my parents. Odd. I never give Bruce Willis a thought. I also dreamt that I teepeed Bill Gates' house with Joyce of all people. Then I dreamt that Daniel and Natalie Imbruglia had two children that were Indian-looking (you never know who the father really was, perhaps...*snigger*) and I had to babysit the older one (ah, the irony).

I also had two strange dreams where Spike told me my watch was evil, so I reported it to Buffy and Angel, who started arguing about how to spell spaghetti, until I managed to distract them by telling them there was a flying RV outside the window. Then I dreamt that Subaru ran into Seishirou and his parents, barely nodded at them (for some reason, I found that cool in my dream), then took me to a baseball game where the Japanese crowd kept booing the American team until the announcer (who I think looked strangely like that guy in Extreme Elimination Challenge) told them some touching story about an American girl helping the Japanese team. So odd.

Then last night, I dreamt Joyce asked me if I wanted to work out, and when I asked her how, she suggested that we watch Chicago and copy all the dance sequences. What the...? Hmm, actually, that's not a bad idea.

Maybe I should watch less TV.
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Not that I've ever followed Hollywood's very own butt-kissing party that closely, but you still want your favorite movie of all time to receive the recognition it deserves. And while ROTK did gain 11 noms, NO acting nods at all, for which I think is highly unfair. Nothing for Sean Astin? He was absolutely brilliant! Nothing for Andy Serkis either (I think they owe him for the second movie). Happy that Johnny Depp got a best actor nod though. I had a dream with Johnny. I dreamt that my mom was a crewmember on the set of Pirates, so I got to visit her, and I was watching tv on a couch with Keira Knightley. Then Johnny Depp came over and started chatting with me. Later, I discovered that we had to share a room for the night. And that's all you're gonna hear about my dream, folks!

Then I had a completely different dream where I was playing Karoake Revolutions with Angela and her brother, and they kept laughing loudly and making fun of me. Then I had yet another dream where I was playing Monopoly with Kevin and Justin, except we lost all the little figurines, so we were using acorns instead. Then two old people came over and wanted to join us, so we let them, and I yelled next door to the next room and asked Steve if he wanted to join us too, so he assented and came over. When he sat down, it was then I realized that Steve would completely massacre us in Monopoly, as he has done before, then I woke up. For the most part, I've got extremely tedious dreams.

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