T'eyla Minh (teylaminh) wrote,
T'eyla Minh

  • Mood:

Strange dream.

It started off quite normal and then turned into fandom. Which makes a surprising change. Here it is as I emailed it to Paul this morning...

It started off we were at home and for some reason Marie (my manager) lived downstairs and we were helping her lug furniture around for some reason. But we got bored and went out instead.

We were in a shop that looks like a shop I've dreamt about before, which is in a sort of shopping mall with lots of passageways that spreads over the entire of Birmingham (including the markets). It sells hair things and pretty clothes and random stuff. We were in there and you'd seen a credit card holder that you were going to buy. While you were looking at it I was looking at the hair things and deciding whether or not to buy one - it was a hair clip with turquoise feathers on it.

You went up to the counter to buy the holder, but the woman refused to sell it to you because "You've spent a long time looking at that, how do I know you're not going to steal something?", so we left. Weird.

We went to a pub that was apparently the Briar Rose, except it was much bigger. I couldn't see the bar, but the carpets were either blue or purple, and it was full of emo kids, who were very drunk and falling over the tables and stuff. And, naturally, we ran into Lloyd. He was there with some other people who were familiar, but I don't know why. We got chatting to them and Lloyd seemed really interested, for some reason, in a piece of fic I'd mentioned on my journal which had never seen the light of day, and I said that he'd already read it and was then trying to describe it, except I couldn't remember which bit it was so was describing three different ones. One was for X-Files but I don't remember the other two.

Then there seemed to be some kind of karaoke and we all started joining in. It was "Love Changes Everything", and I was the only one who knew all the words, but everyone kept making me laugh...

After that, it changed completely and turned into Burton's Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. Except the factory seemed to be a very small shop with a back room where Wonka lived. I can't remember much about it except that there were criminals chasing Wonka and Charlie with guns, and Charlie was trying to teach Wonka how to drive a car in heavy traffic. Then Charlie's father turned out to be one of the criminals (and estranged) and at the end they were back at the shop again. Wonka had cut his hair, which for some reason was significant, and then he and the father were discussing contact arrangements and such for seeing Charlie.

And that's when my alarm went off.

I can also remember, in retrospect, dreaming about cooking a really, really nice roast chicken for dinner, but getting so involved in making sure it was perfect that I'd completely forgotten to cook the vegetables...

Can't be bothered to do two separate posts by filtering the dream, so here's an entry as well.

Last night I was exhausted. While Paul was online I went to have a nap for an hour or so, though typically I got more sleep when he kept interrupting me than when he said he'd wake me up in an hour. Always the way, I suppose; when you CAN sleep, you can't. We went out for Wetherspoon's curry at about 8.00 or thereabouts, and then played on their ItBox for an hour and a half or so. We each put £6 into it, and got half of that back. (Mostly because we finally got all the monsters - completely by fluke - in "Monster Cash" and automatically won a fiver.)

My grandmother and uncle are coming around for dinner tonight. She rang last night and Paul took the call, as I was asleep at the time. We are cooking them roast pork and she's bringing us a chicken - after establishing if we had a freezer. I'm not sure how she thinks we live... possibly in a tiny box with no furniture and a little gas stove on which to cook our tins of beans. Bizarre.

As a result, though, I'll need to go home via Tesco to pick up potatoes, brocolli, cauliflower, carrots and parsnips, as we've only got two tatties left and have stopped getting frozen veg as it's tasteless. Then I also need to make the place look a bit more presentable, though luckily since I moved the shelves it looks better anyway. I just need to tidy the bedroom and probably do the washing up.

They're coming at 7.00. I'm really far to tired and unwell to have them round, but I've been putting it off too long - I still have their Christmas presents, which I didn't send because we were going to have them around between Christmas and New Year.

Ho hum. At least it's the weekend, and only another week til the bank holiday and hence a 4-day weekend.
  • Post a new comment


    Comments allowed for friends only

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded