T'eyla Minh (teylaminh) wrote,
T'eyla Minh
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my subconscious is a very strange place.

yes, indeed, my subconscious. a lovely place to visit, and i'd definitely want to live there...

my dream, ladies and gentlemen...


okay. i think this sort of relates to the one i had yesterday afternoon after i got back from work (3 hours earlier than i was meant to, but i was only meant to be doing 4 hours in the first place, not 7...) as i was trying to explain it to her last night, it was something to do with alex siddig (bashir in deep space nine) and jeremy finch... there was some kind of connection, but i have no idea what. possibly something like i randomly thought that sid would make a good joe*, but whatever, there was something connecting them in my brain if not in the dream-reality, and ezri was there, and it was like some kind of sequel to the end of the series. and then i was in a concert and we were singing random show tunes...

*this, in itself, is a long shot, and comes from the following train of thought (although i'm sure he probably would...) --> bashir is very much like niles crane --> in various bits of TUOS and other fic, my decidedly random characterisation of joe gillis comes very close, on occasion, to be niles-ish (in "changes", i have him 'tangoing like a man possessed', which is a direct quote from the screenplay of the frasier episode "moondance", and in TUOS itself, there's a completely odd moment when he orders something hideously complicated in the way of coffee...) --> joe gillis=jeremy finch. incredibly obscure, but in my head it made perfect sense...

anyway, so that was the one i barely remember. now for the one from last night/this morning. i seem to recall it began with a group of us (don't ask me who...) and we were about to sit down to watch some television programme (possibly this is in reference to the fact that i'm bloody dreading 'scape tonight. kemper said not to watch it alone... meep.) so, i entered the room, and they'd all invited a new friend, who was a friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin, or something. and i'll give you three guesses who it was.

go on.

just guess.

take a wild, insane estimate, as to who the 'friend' could be, that most of my dreams of late have revolved around or referred to in one way or another.

yeah, you got it. go you.

so, yeah, they all assumed i had no idea who he was, because most of them had met him for the first time at this get-together thingy. it was most bizarre. what was even weirder was that he didn't look like himself... or, he did, but... slightly different. (a little bit like alex siddig, hence the link to the previous dream...) darker hair, definitely. and he was considerably camper than i remember, but that was just quite sweet... :)

so, anyway, before the show started, everyone was running around trying to sort stuff out, and i followed him (hee! little shop moment...) into what was either the kitchen or possibly some random laundry room, or maybe a kitchen with a washing machine in it, or possibly neither of these, but it was definitely kitchen/laundry-esque. and this was, like, about six months to a year post-little shop and i had different hair, or something, but in any case, he didn't recognise/remember me (well, why should he? i'm only a random fangirl...) so i was just chatting to him (very composed, too, if i may say so myself, no giggling, nothing...) and he told me who he was. i was like "yeah, i know. i'm bex... i'm the fanfic girl..." and then he remembered :) and either he'd written post-LS, or he hadn't, but either way he apologised for my not receiving anything and... *thinks* yeah, then he just took my face in both hands and really apologised, completely sincerely, and then i just gave up, and hugged him. (and i think he was wearing green... although quite what that has to do with anything, i don't know...)

and then it was like, from that moment, we were just friends, and it was so utterly wonderful. meh, i'm a lost cause. *heavy sigh* then we were all watching the TV show, that transpired to be buffy *shrug* anyway, we were watching in this big room with about 4 armchairs, and there were about 10 of us, so most people were on the floor and i was in a little nest of cushions. and so was he, somewhere else, which for some reason was also completely wonderful.

then... then it was about a year or so later, and we (me and him, i mean, not the ten of us...) were shopping. and talking about something that then led onto us talking about richard o'brien, who apparently had something to do with the shop we were in, and then i remember turning around and - speak of the devil - there was ritz, stubble and all, behind a till, trying to look inconspicuous. so we ran over, and i said "i wonder if we get a prize for being the first to spot him" and then all these small children appeared with books he'd apparently written, trying to get them signed, and i was trying to push to the front going "i've been trying to meet you since i was frelling nine years old! for god's sake!" and we were put into a queue by an evil manager lady. and there seemed to be two queues, the one we weren't in being the one that appeared to be closer/moving faster to ritz, so we pushed into that, and it transpired to be the end of the queue we were already in. the queue we'd just left. the queue we were about fourth in line in. ah well.

dunno if i ever got to meet ritz. next was... me moving back into halls, which were, i know, laverstoke, only they didn't look like laverstoke. they were this hideous modern cage, like a gigantic office-block greenhouse, all metal and glass, and the rooms weren't even rooms, it was just a huge dorm. so that was... pleasant. and very random.

also very brief, as the next thing was me, behind a bar (oh, frell, it's melded with my bloody subconscious) only i appeared to own it :), and there was a narrator, telling the rest of the story. and the next bit i'm putting in schwa, because most of you won't be able to read it :P the narrator said that owis tji yiest, tji txi og ut hef gsuxp cmutis, at fsoipft, apf hif opdi sjesif a kott, amciov nuv a sisouat opi. and i'm hoping most of you have forgotten how that works or i'll have to go and shoot myself in the head. anyway, this apparently was meant to be some sort of flash of the future - the narrator, i mean - and i decided to frell with the temporal prime directive totally, and write it up on the specials board where he'd be able to read it. meh? something like that. i know i was writing on the specials board. maybe trying to make it happen ;)

oh, god...

anyway, then i woke up very briefly, and as i went back to sleep, i suddenly remembered bob and rose - hey, it was based on a true story, and it's hope :P - and in my next dream i was in my dad's car, and he was driving me to derby cathedral, to be in the concert i was in in the other dream (from yesterday afternoon) only it was in my dreamversion of birmingham. and there were lots of very strange people walking around - a woman dressed as big bird, only red, who looked like queen latifah, and two little girls dressed/moving identically. it turned out it was christmas eve and everyone was going to fancy dress parties, which was apparently normal. and i'd just explained the jeremydream above to my dad, and then, as in real life, realised it was very bob and rose-like, and was trying to explain that, as well, and he wasn't listening and kept interrupting. so i gave up. and that's when i woke up.

and then i thought how the hell i could explain it... and then i did... yay for dreams that give warm fuzzies...

incidentally - eve, i need to know if you're coming down to brum on friday or saturday. lloyd - the plan is exactly the same as last time - meeting at the fire station at 10am on saturday morning. sweet - any problems, etc, just let me know...
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