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Sep. 17th, 2002 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetEvery now and then I see someone who makes me want to straighten up and walk tall. Not because I am trying to impress them, but because they are bent-over old people who make me mindful of my posture.
I dreamed last night that Sarcy wanted to borrow a copy of "Rob Roy" so he could make fun of Liam Neeson while planning for the Arcanum LARP, and so I went to get it from the video library. [In the waking world I have only a single shelf of videos, which do not include said flick.] There I saw a giant cockroach, which, by the time I raised a hue and cry, answered by our cats (moving in precise military formation) and a group of random individuals that included Tang and my dad, had become a demonic slimy wormlike creature that my dad was able to kill by touching it with a crucifix, turning it into smoke. There followed an attack by corrupted forces of Earth and Fire, the last being a cruel sentient, mobile blanket that covered my dad and hypnotized him into believing he was burning to death. I tried to play along and "put out" the fire with a different, presumably less demonic blanket, but the evil Fire Blanket merely laughed. Next thing I can remember, I was in a different dream altogether that had something to do with being chauffered around by a teenager to inspect some properties.
This morning I got to hear what the intruder alarm at home sounds like (a piercing tone and a recorded voice that says "Intruder! Intruder! Please. Leave. Immediately. Intruder! Intruder..." [*]). Fortunately, it was just some guy from the alarm company coming to fix a minor problem with the system, only he had been given the wrong code.
[*] I had parsed this "[Hey, resident, there is an] Intruder! [and I recommend that you] leave immediately!" but I suppose it could be a polite request directed to the intruder him- or herself, now that I think about it. In any case, neither he nor I obeyed.
I dreamed last night that Sarcy wanted to borrow a copy of "Rob Roy" so he could make fun of Liam Neeson while planning for the Arcanum LARP, and so I went to get it from the video library. [In the waking world I have only a single shelf of videos, which do not include said flick.] There I saw a giant cockroach, which, by the time I raised a hue and cry, answered by our cats (moving in precise military formation) and a group of random individuals that included Tang and my dad, had become a demonic slimy wormlike creature that my dad was able to kill by touching it with a crucifix, turning it into smoke. There followed an attack by corrupted forces of Earth and Fire, the last being a cruel sentient, mobile blanket that covered my dad and hypnotized him into believing he was burning to death. I tried to play along and "put out" the fire with a different, presumably less demonic blanket, but the evil Fire Blanket merely laughed. Next thing I can remember, I was in a different dream altogether that had something to do with being chauffered around by a teenager to inspect some properties.
This morning I got to hear what the intruder alarm at home sounds like (a piercing tone and a recorded voice that says "Intruder! Intruder! Please. Leave. Immediately. Intruder! Intruder..." [*]). Fortunately, it was just some guy from the alarm company coming to fix a minor problem with the system, only he had been given the wrong code.
[*] I had parsed this "[Hey, resident, there is an] Intruder! [and I recommend that you] leave immediately!" but I suppose it could be a polite request directed to the intruder him- or herself, now that I think about it. In any case, neither he nor I obeyed.
