8 days of happiness #6

[essayel]

Intermittent I know. I just keep forgetting but - BUT this morning I can say that my dreams make me happy.



So in this dream I was driving, very fast, Formula One. Ah but not ordinary boring Formula One. In my dream I was defending my world champion status from all comers in Formula One Carnival Float racing. And this was the rally stage.
My vehicle was a lockable church pew of the type used by the gentry, very nicely carved in oak still with traces of the medieval paint under the victorian polish, and my co-driver [oh the horror] was my mother.
We stopped at one of the checkpoints and I had a chat to the annoyingly squeaky checkpoint official and afterwards was accosted by the big one of the Baldwins, the one who played Jayne, inna bathrobe, asking why I'd been talking to her in such an awful fake American accent. I looked at her again and realised that she was Sarah Jessica Parker and that I'd done it to piss her off, but I told him that it was just a clause in the rules which I was fairly confident that he wouldn't have read. He sighed sadly and said it was probably the same clause that had specified that he had to drive wearing nothing but a blueberry flavoured ribbed tickler. When we all set out again I did check him out - have to size up the opposition, you see - and discovered a] he was there, and looking like one of Michel-angelo's more self indulgent statues and b] far from being a driver he was actually just Graham Norton's hood ornament, draped pieta-style across their turbo-charged Margaret Thatcher.
The next leg of the race was on that exciting road that goes from Llangorse, round the toe-end of Mynydd Troed, and comes out at Cwmdu - the one that looks promising at first but soon there's grass up the middle and then gates and cattle grids and then nothing but sheep, and it comes out in the farmyard where you have to watch out for that stupid dog that snaps at your tyres.
AND I WON!! Yay. And there was a party and it gets a bit confusing and the last bit I remember is trying to persuade Kel and Maru and everyone else that we needed to take our trousers off and get henna-tattoos all up our legs.

And the scary thing is that, broken down, very nearly all of that makes sense.

Editted to add: Sense to me. I don't expect anyone else to understand it.

Comments

[metallumai.livejournal.com]

I want one of those church pews. Or maybe a misericord: isn't that what they call those fold-up ones? I took a swell photo of one once, with a dragon on the bottom of it.

(I knew you'd win!)

[britalone.livejournal.com]

It. Makes. Sense. Hmmmmm, I see. Oh look, there's the van with the men in white coats coming to take you away haha, hehe!!
I'm amazed you remember it all so clearly!!

[cweb.livejournal.com]

Interesting and strange:) Also fun.
You're lucky. When I have a great dream and try to recall it in details, it slips away from me. Pisses me off- especially when it's one I really din't want to wake up from.

[wulfila.livejournal.com]

At least, it sounds like a very interesting dream. ;)

[celticangel76.livejournal.com]

I would so totally take my trousers off and get the tattoo!

*giggles and hugs*

[5stars40.livejournal.com]

Whenever I have dreams of racing or something like that, I almost never get to the end to know if I won or lost or what!

I haven't actually had any dreams in like two weeks, I've been sleeping so badly. Or maybe I have but because my crazy roommate wakes up at 5:30 every weekday morning to go to work, I wake up too and am too pissed to remember I suppose.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Misericords are such fun. I've seen one with a woman whacking a man with a frying pan!

{In my dreams! and I can enjoy vitory there without having to worry too much about the losers' feelings]

[essayel.livejournal.com]

But it DOES! That evening I'd watched five minutes of Sex in the City before leaving the room to find something better to do. Someone in my RPG uses that Baldwin [can't remember his name] as the icon for her character. I have NO idea where the condom came from, but they are good things to have. If you're going to have something, it may as well be purple. I've considered getting a tattoo, but Himself would object to anything permanent [plus they look AWFUL on old skin] so a henna one is a good compromise. I'm writing about a road race with a friend.

see, it does sort of add up.

I might still get sectioned though.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

I think you have to remember it right away. But I've had lots of practice and, sometimes, lucid dream - where I'm asleep but have enough conciousness to alter a dream if it's getting out of my comfort zone. I learneed to do that as a kid when I had a recurrent nightmare that woke me night after night unable to breath [and quite often with wet sheet].

[essayel.livejournal.com]

It was one of my more enjoyable ones.

Not quite as good and the one where I taught the Blackfoot Nation how to tap dance but close.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

We'll do that sometime. Get henna tattoos i mean not take our trousers off. My legs are better left covered.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Being woken suddenly before you are ready can really drive the dreams out of your mind.

*hugs* sorry to hear she's bothering you. Can't you slip a mickey into her Horlicks?