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I woke up this morning at 6:11 and, finding this an utterly silly time to be awake, I went back to sleep. Somehow, between 6:11 and 6:46, I managed to have this dream:
I was in a large, climate-controlled dome and was raiding with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
linen and lisiche. LARP-raiding. There was a giant pool in the center that we had to fight our way to, and I kept complaining that I wasn't fully-levelled yet, so our crazy raid leader (who was someone I didn't know at all) kept dragging us on side quests down to the bottom of the pool, and I was constantly having to hold my breath, because it had been so long since I'd raided I forgot that I had sandals that allowed me to breathe under water. The other mystery person in the raid (the only male) gave me a lot of crap for this, and kept complaining about how I was a bad healer.
Eventually we made our way out of a bottom exit into this mall area, where there were a ton of people queuing for a Pokemon movie. This was our final goal, so we split up to wait until the line got shorter. The lobby had x-ray machines and security check-points like an airport, and all the Pokemon fans were moving through them slowly, sometimes stopping to heckle me for not having a ticket, since it was going to be the first-ever showing of the movie in the US, and even if I wanted to go, it was too late to get clearance to see it. And then... they started showing the previews, so everyone who had tickets rushed into the theatre. I was standing by one of the x-ray machines, and the previews started to play on the monitor. The title of the first movie was something like "Burning Red" and it started with a slow pan over the desert that ended on Samuel L. Jackson, looking disheveled and long-haired standing next to a baggage claim. There was nothing else in the desert. He grinned, and the camera panned down on the tan leather luggage coming down the conveyor. The legs of an FMA military action figure were visible, and when the luggage hit the edge, plastic Hughes and plastic Roy fell out onto the desert sand. Except they were tiny and shockingly real-looking, and Hughes turned to shake his fist at the sky, until a Hummer blew by and they froze back into plastic, which was followed by this weird molecular-level montage supposedly explaining the transition from real to plastic an back. I woke up wondering why so many interpretations of Hughes get angry at fate.
I... kind of would watch that movie? Also, it's amazing that after so long, Samuel L. Jackson still lurks in my mind as a tormentor of Hughes. And I don't even have an explanation for the airport theme, the Pokemon movie, or the LARP raiding.
But at least it wasn't half an hour of trying to fit pita bread into a toaster. I think if my subconscious ever pulls that on me again, I'm going to have it removed.
Edit: So, I had another dream about a giant line for a Pokemon movie. I'm wondering if this is becoming a theme. It was between trying to get my mom to pay for her half of the groceries for our apartment, and exploring a giant abandoned 1800s apartment complex with my dad, which apparently housed vagrants, a few directionally-confused tourists, and the cast of Grey's Anatomy. I kept finding items that would let my sister skip in line, until she finally got in and I lost her. I don't know if I should worry more about all the lines, or all the Pokemon movies I've missed. I wonder if "Pokemon Movie" is some kind of metaphor for something in life that everyone else is getting to go to. Hmm....
I was in a large, climate-controlled dome and was raiding with
linen and lisiche. LARP-raiding. There was a giant pool in the center that we had to fight our way to, and I kept complaining that I wasn't fully-levelled yet, so our crazy raid leader (who was someone I didn't know at all) kept dragging us on side quests down to the bottom of the pool, and I was constantly having to hold my breath, because it had been so long since I'd raided I forgot that I had sandals that allowed me to breathe under water. The other mystery person in the raid (the only male) gave me a lot of crap for this, and kept complaining about how I was a bad healer.Eventually we made our way out of a bottom exit into this mall area, where there were a ton of people queuing for a Pokemon movie. This was our final goal, so we split up to wait until the line got shorter. The lobby had x-ray machines and security check-points like an airport, and all the Pokemon fans were moving through them slowly, sometimes stopping to heckle me for not having a ticket, since it was going to be the first-ever showing of the movie in the US, and even if I wanted to go, it was too late to get clearance to see it. And then... they started showing the previews, so everyone who had tickets rushed into the theatre. I was standing by one of the x-ray machines, and the previews started to play on the monitor. The title of the first movie was something like "Burning Red" and it started with a slow pan over the desert that ended on Samuel L. Jackson, looking disheveled and long-haired standing next to a baggage claim. There was nothing else in the desert. He grinned, and the camera panned down on the tan leather luggage coming down the conveyor. The legs of an FMA military action figure were visible, and when the luggage hit the edge, plastic Hughes and plastic Roy fell out onto the desert sand. Except they were tiny and shockingly real-looking, and Hughes turned to shake his fist at the sky, until a Hummer blew by and they froze back into plastic, which was followed by this weird molecular-level montage supposedly explaining the transition from real to plastic an back. I woke up wondering why so many interpretations of Hughes get angry at fate.
I... kind of would watch that movie? Also, it's amazing that after so long, Samuel L. Jackson still lurks in my mind as a tormentor of Hughes. And I don't even have an explanation for the airport theme, the Pokemon movie, or the LARP raiding.
But at least it wasn't half an hour of trying to fit pita bread into a toaster. I think if my subconscious ever pulls that on me again, I'm going to have it removed.
Edit: So, I had another dream about a giant line for a Pokemon movie. I'm wondering if this is becoming a theme. It was between trying to get my mom to pay for her half of the groceries for our apartment, and exploring a giant abandoned 1800s apartment complex with my dad, which apparently housed vagrants, a few directionally-confused tourists, and the cast of Grey's Anatomy. I kept finding items that would let my sister skip in line, until she finally got in and I lost her. I don't know if I should worry more about all the lines, or all the Pokemon movies I've missed. I wonder if "Pokemon Movie" is some kind of metaphor for something in life that everyone else is getting to go to. Hmm....
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I should write this script, and try to pitch it to Sam L. I'm sure he'd approve. Especially after I explained the Labyrinth of Doom.
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Why did Samuel L. Jackson with long hair translate to long, wavy, girly hair? Clearly that's not right. Hrm.
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...I feel like this is a lost chapter of Roy and Hughes' Adventures in Time and Space... Chapter π: Roy and Hughes Are Turned into Plastic Figurines and Marooned in the Desert with Sam L. Like, this is seriously no weirder than Time Machine Disembarkation from the Restaurant at the End of the Universe for Purposes of Book Theft, or Japanese Pop Idol Gitmo Roy-Rescue Operation, or, say, Floating Radioactive Dallas. ...Or the alluded-to Labyrinth Incident, even though Roy wasn't there.
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Ah, Floating Radioactive Dallas... at the time, we thought you were the weirdest thing that would ever happen.
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Ahahahahahahahaha, oh gods... we were so naive... so, so naive....
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I actually wrote out a tiny script on a tiny post-it at work today that was a kind of opening scene for this, and then I folded it up, pocketed it, and have since lost it. I can only hope that it isn't at work somewhere, or that, if it is, the cleaning people actually clean today. I don't want to have to explain it to anyone.
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Awwww, that's a shame that you lost it! But yeah, I was always hoping no one would find my little scribbled notes of the products of my brain-wanderings at work.
Re: your edit, perhaps you need to see the Pokemon Movie, to purge this from your subconscious?
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I still have some movie theatre receipt tapes that are covered in rp plot scribbles, mostly for things that never happened, like performance-enhancing drug experiments in Drachma, the alchemy flu, and some really elaborate series of letters having to do with hot air balloons, that only played out at a fraction of the depth I'd planned it. (... I was very bored at work.)