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

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Kick-ass Dream

I apologise for the South Parkism, but it really was. So much so that I've left it unfiltered to share with my entire f-list.

I can't quite remember the plot of this thing, if it even had one, and it also seemed to carry on from a dream I had some weeks back where I'd gone to Italy and had to navigate an underground train system to get where I was supposed to be... but anyway.

The beginning I think involved Ugly Betty and there were only three players: Betty, Daniel and Wilhelmina. From what I could establish, Wili was looking for Daniel with a couple of random henchmen and Betty was trying to protect him. They were in some kind of mansion, and the one particular room where the action took place was some kind of great hall, with a balcony all the way around the edge, where Daniel was hiding. At one point Betty was trying to throw Wili off the scent by saying she hadn't seen Daniel, and he was, at that moment, somehow hanging off the edge of the balcony trying not to fall off. One of Wili's henchman (a tall bloke with a long coat and a bald head) helped him get back up, just as Wili gave up and wandered off somewhere else, and Daniel and the henchman were exchanging conspiratorial glances...

That section was quite strange... It had a definite air about it of heading towards D/B shippiness also, which was nice.

There was another bit (I don't remember where it fits in, but I've just remembered it so I'll put it here) involving Sunset Boulevard, or at the very least me writing a fic about it... That's all I can remember about it.

The majority of the dream was about Pirates of the Caribbean and starred Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow (obviously) and, for some reason, Bill Bailey as a Random Gurning Pirate. I think Orlando Bloom turned up a bit towards the end to play Will, and Keira Knightly also made an appearance twice, first as Random Serving Wench and then as Elizabeth, though the former may just have been Elizabeth in disguise...

In this section, I was on holiday in Italy (see above) with Paul (I think; it changed randomly to varous people I've never met) and we were going to Tortuga, which was a port town. When we got there it turned out they were filming Pirates, although it later turned out they were filming some kind of gameshow that was "Celebrity Family Fortunes"-esque, but that wasn't until much later...

Anyway, the entire time we were there, whatever we were doing, we kept running into Johnny Depp and Bill Bailey, who were always in costume and always acting their parts. This is what made the dream stand out, I think; we weren't interacting with the characters (that would make more sense, in retrospect), we were interacting with the actors playng their characters... I think we probably even took pictures with them and all sorts. It felt a bit like a convention...

The majority of this bit was exploring the town and occasionally running into Johnny Depp and Bill Bailey (who should SO start being a pirate) as they were filming.

The final section involved me, Paul (again, I think), some random girl, and this other bloke who was also playing a character in a film. I think I may have been watching too much Whose Line... Anyway, the 'character' had never been to a restaurant before and I was explaining the concept to him. "You pick the food you want off this list, and then someone brings it to you. It's great, innit?"

This is when Keira Knightley appeared as the Serving Wench / Elizabeth In Disguise. We had some foreign money that was apparently some kind of 17th century Italian currency, and were trying to figure out how much we had left, and also what the exchange rate was so we could figure out if the meal was good value or not. Then the Serving Wench / Elizabeth said we could have it all on the house except for the rice, which was... bizarre.

I remember trying to make a point and being interrupted, and my point was that Johnny Depp and Bill Bailey were full of awesome for never breaking character the entire time we'd met them, and that Johnny Depp was brilliant in general.

Then I was back home showing people the photographs and trying to explain about the entire weird situation, and then there was some kind of time confusion that I don't quite remember. One of the final lasting images was of Elizabeth on the Pearl, standing between Jack and Will and being torn between the two of them, which was a nice little extra touch...

It kind of reminds me of those dreams I used to have in my late teens about meeting Richard O'Brien and him always being lovely (I had a spate of them following a couple of Rocky Horror tours). It's nice to dream about celebrities you're never likely to meet and have them be really pleasant, just in case they're complete bastards in real life. :)

And the first paragraph of this dream has reminded me I must type up my horrible standed-in-outer-London dream, before I forget it. In fact, there are quite a few I need to type up...

In other news, I went back to choir last night and managed to warble my way through, as well as picking up my Tewkesbury CD, so look out for an MP3 later...

The only thing about Christmas lately that I enjoy is the singing. Christmas isn't Christmas without singing, and I love love love Christmas music. It's always so beautiful, exactly what I think choir music should sound like. Christmas with CBC is always jam packed: two Messiah concerts, two sessions of carol singing, and then the Christmas concert on top of that. (16 December, 2.30pm, if anyone wants to come...) For the two Christmasses I spent without being in a choir, I felt rather... disconnected from the whole thing.

I tend to reserve all of my Christmas spirit solely for the singing, I think... working full-time turns me into something of a Grinch, combined with the living Hell that is the German Market, working right next to it, and the general mass of people that seem to be EVERYWHERE at this time of year. The very thought of Christmas shopping saps any enthusiasm that I may have had...

I got paid today, including the additional back-payment of cost-of-living increase that we were meant to get in April but which wasn't agreed because of Single Status... so basically, I got about £170 more than usual, and it's taken me up to £50 overdrawn. I don't know where the Hell all my money is going. Or, well, I do, but it won't be resolved until the new year. Considering I started trying to sort my finances out in March, I was hoping to be back on track by now. And I know I keep on whinging about it, but it's bloody annoying.

It's almost as bad as when I was at Uni in my third year, but with the added annoyances of earning regular money, paying LESS rent, NOT going to see musicals all over the place, and STILL being broke. So I'm sure my frustration is understandable.

2007 has been kind of sucky. I've been constantly unwell, I've been almost constantly paranoid, I've been constantly broke, nothing bloody works, I've put money and effort into things to no avail, and generally I've been a bit of a grumpy-arse a lot of the time. If 2008 doesn't buck its ideas up, I may have to just give up altogether.

Anyway. I'm going to stop writing this one now, otherwise I’ll spend all day moaning and the entry will be ridiculously long…
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