January 8th, 2002

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another of my bizarre multitudinous dreams...

okay, so i had another weird dream. it was in various sections, so I'll try and remember what i can…

one bit was "farscape". john and aeryn. no comment. but it wasn't good shippy, it was cruel shippy. (it's official. 'scape is the cause of all my weird dreams!)

another bit was… "frasier" ish. i was there with various people and… um… we were going to school (?) and we were going by bus, i think. and… um… starting off there was just me, possibly crystal or lorna (not sure which. let's say lorna as she's the other frasier-phile) and frasier and martin (and eddie, obviously) and a couple of other people. don't ask me why. and we had to get there over this muddy field and frasier started joking about how niles would never agree to that in his usual sibling rivalry way, and then we all joined in. naturally, i managed to drop myself right in it as my comment flew through the air to the accused in question, who'd just appeared with daphne and therefore had a very bad impression of me. so i'm apologising my head off and he's ignoring me (because daphne's there. hey, i never said it made sense!) and i'm getting jealous and generally pissed off… then it switched again. (that's all you're getting. katie gets the rest later of that section.)

then it was me and… rachel and crystal, i think. and we were at school, and it all looked different and we hadn't got a clue where anything was, and there was this vaguely familiar teacher giving us directions. then i was sniffing (i remember being vaguely awake at this point and sniffing my head off IRL) and it was echoing, and they kept shushing me, so this teacher gave us directions to a bottle of home-made cough medicine from about 1756 *shrug* which didn't help…

then, i was in my dream-tower thing. it now has a lift up the middle… anyway, that's just a personal thing that would take too long to explain. anyway, i have to get the lift to the 12th floor to meet someone. that sort of ended there…

then i was in some kind of lecture theatre which may or may not have been part of the tower (it was the same colouring, so i'll say it was) and i accidentally ended up striking oil and getting £200,000 for the privaledge. *grin* but they were giving it to me in euros… or rather, they were euros in greek. very bizarre.

then I was back at school with naomi and lorna and it turned out we were all going to naomi's house. and we got there by the 31 bus (?) and watched this incredibly long film, something in the region of 4 hours. and i realised i'd missed "frasier". at about 1.08am, i texted my mum to tell her where i was because i realised I'd forgotten to tell her. and I got home later on and she'd taped "frasier" for me.

somewhere in all this, there was a section where i kept forgetting to tape things (specifically "jonathan creek" and TXF, i think…) and was getting really frelled off about it… and something about stephen, possibly, might not have been him. some person. in my house. and on the computer, with me and my mum. but it wasn't my house. it was and it wasn't. very odd…

i think that's all i remember.

it made sense at the time, i promise!
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    something from "priscilla, queen of the desert" in my head.
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