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May. 18th, 2004 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhondacrockettI had a long-ass entry written for yesterday, and then they decided to shut the computers down in, like, 5 seconds!!!! So yeah, I lost the whole thing. The summary of it was: house hunting is not good, Lesley's baptism was cool, and dreams are strange. Bah. The dreams were really weird too; well, one of them was really weird, and the other was sort of weird.
The first dream was a documentary/reconstruction thing about the taking of what were known in the dream as "the Russian photographs", which in the dream had blown open the relationship between Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles. Anyway, these two journalists were trying to hide in a hedgerow - well, it was more a line of close-together, overgrown trees - outside this backwoods cabin somewhere in Russia. One got fed up and left, then Charles and Camilla came out of the cabin and came walking right past where the second journalist was hiding. He was taking pictures and then Camilla stopped and came back down the hedge; she was, I dunno, admiring the branches or something. Anyway, the second journalist didn't shrink back into the hedge but stood where he was. He took a photo of her just about a foot away, looking right into the lens, and she never noticed anything. But then this voice-over came in and started talking about how the journalist wasn't out of danger yet, because the hedge he was standing in was made of "Latvian trees". When something stands around too long beside a Latvian tree, the branches will start to wind themselves around it, and their thorns inject a poison which will paralyse the victim. So now, instead of the journalist in the hedge, it's me standing next to this thorny bush of a Latvian tree, getting all tangled up. The only way to escape was to bend the branches backwards, away from you, while they were still moving; they bent into a U-shape and felt like stretchy rubber. Then I took a kind of a jump onto the top of the bush and sprang away from it. I don't know whether I ever landed or not; this dream kinds faded with me making my final jump for freedom.
The second dream had the character Lily Rush from "Cold Case"; only she was investigating a hot case rather than a cold one, and she had a different partner: quiet, attentive, highly educated, a strong sense of intuition, short dark hair and glasses. He was cute in a nerdy way. Anyway, her case involved a woman whose ex was refusing her access to her daughter. The ex and his girlfriend were leaving for a party and the mother showed up. The ex told her, "There's a lot of alcohol in my house. You be careful that you don't do something stupid like drinking it all and killing yourself with it." The mother just gave him a disgusted look and went into the house. Then the scene skipped to Lily trying to decided whether to investigate the mother's death as murder or not. She appears to have died from self-inflicted alcohol poisoning, but Lily's partner is suspicious of the ex because he told them what he had said to her, and he persuades Lily to keep the murder charge open. They do a lot of investigating (this part is hazy) and Lily, who really doesn't like the ex, gets a malicious kick out of charging him with minor offences, stuff like parking tickets, to rile him up. They try to intimidate the girlfriend at one point as she's making up the daughter's crib, and the girlfriend crawls into the crib and lies there. Then somehow she turns into the ex instead. He brings out this roll of money in a leather strap, and Lily, who's leaning over him, presses her finger down on it and tells him, "And you can't bribe me because I'm incorruptible." Then she straightens up and as she walks away, she says loudly, "And that's a bribery charge against you now, too." Her partner is kind of doubtful about whether they can make the bribery charge stick, because the ex never actually said anything about giving them money. Lily just wants to get the ex sweating. As they're leaving the apartment, they spot this old guy, the janitor or maintenance guy (they'd seen him earlier in the dream), coming out of the elevator with these mini fire-exstinguishers (only they weren't red, they were a taupe colour). Lily says, "Hang on," and she goes over with a friendly smile to help the old guy out. But really what she's wanting is to get information, and there's a strong sense that the old guy knows something very important to the case.
And of course it was at that point that my alarm rang. >.<
I had weird dreams last night too. I was an undercover FBI agent sent in to catch this brother-sister team who had been raping and killing young women. (This is what I get for watching "Without A Trace" before bed.) It was horrible. The sister had thick, wavy red hair and big blue eyes and freckles. She looked kind of like a girl I used to live with in halls, and she was a complete psycho (the sister, not the girl from halls). The brother was also a psycho: thin and tall, with a kind of slouchy stance and a mop of black hair over his eyes. I didn't get to see his face really, but my impression was that he was kind of good-looking in a moody-sadistic way. I was pretending to be a potential victim, and they were all friendly and stuff to me, and then they "persuaded" me to come with them to this really isolated old barn or cottage or something, and they wouldn't let me bring my mobile phone. They wrestled it off of me, and put me in their car. I was panicking and desperately trying to stow away any mobile I could get. When we finally arrested them, we couldn't get them restrained properly. The sister had this cardboard box with the sides all cut out and stuff like flowers and fairies dangling inside it, and she put it over her head and had this delusion that this made her into some over-innocent five-year-old kid. I took it off her forcibly to try and get her to act sanely, and then I felt really guilty because I wasn't sure whether or not forcing her to come out of the delusion would make her worse or not.
Then I had a second dream where I was at home and this Volkswagon Beetle came up our lane to make a U-turn. But as it came to the top of our lane, its tyres fell off to reveal thinner, slicker tyres underneath, and as it made the U-turn, it suddenly revved up and shot down the lane. There was a massive tractor sitting in its way, and I thought it was going to crash into it, but instead, the Beetle just seemed to slide right underneath it. When it came out the other side, it wasn't a Beetle, but a very low-slung, red sports car, with no roof, and the members of Westlife (Irish boy band; they sing mostly cover versions of soppy ballads, like "Mandy", and are managed by Ronan Keating, who was in the famous 90s Irish boy band, Boyzone) were sitting in the back seat, waving at me.
Leon has still not got back to me about my stuff >:( Let's see, it's the 18th now, and I sent him the stuff on the 6th. He's had nearly two weeks, where the hell is he?!?
The first dream was a documentary/reconstruction thing about the taking of what were known in the dream as "the Russian photographs", which in the dream had blown open the relationship between Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles. Anyway, these two journalists were trying to hide in a hedgerow - well, it was more a line of close-together, overgrown trees - outside this backwoods cabin somewhere in Russia. One got fed up and left, then Charles and Camilla came out of the cabin and came walking right past where the second journalist was hiding. He was taking pictures and then Camilla stopped and came back down the hedge; she was, I dunno, admiring the branches or something. Anyway, the second journalist didn't shrink back into the hedge but stood where he was. He took a photo of her just about a foot away, looking right into the lens, and she never noticed anything. But then this voice-over came in and started talking about how the journalist wasn't out of danger yet, because the hedge he was standing in was made of "Latvian trees". When something stands around too long beside a Latvian tree, the branches will start to wind themselves around it, and their thorns inject a poison which will paralyse the victim. So now, instead of the journalist in the hedge, it's me standing next to this thorny bush of a Latvian tree, getting all tangled up. The only way to escape was to bend the branches backwards, away from you, while they were still moving; they bent into a U-shape and felt like stretchy rubber. Then I took a kind of a jump onto the top of the bush and sprang away from it. I don't know whether I ever landed or not; this dream kinds faded with me making my final jump for freedom.
The second dream had the character Lily Rush from "Cold Case"; only she was investigating a hot case rather than a cold one, and she had a different partner: quiet, attentive, highly educated, a strong sense of intuition, short dark hair and glasses. He was cute in a nerdy way. Anyway, her case involved a woman whose ex was refusing her access to her daughter. The ex and his girlfriend were leaving for a party and the mother showed up. The ex told her, "There's a lot of alcohol in my house. You be careful that you don't do something stupid like drinking it all and killing yourself with it." The mother just gave him a disgusted look and went into the house. Then the scene skipped to Lily trying to decided whether to investigate the mother's death as murder or not. She appears to have died from self-inflicted alcohol poisoning, but Lily's partner is suspicious of the ex because he told them what he had said to her, and he persuades Lily to keep the murder charge open. They do a lot of investigating (this part is hazy) and Lily, who really doesn't like the ex, gets a malicious kick out of charging him with minor offences, stuff like parking tickets, to rile him up. They try to intimidate the girlfriend at one point as she's making up the daughter's crib, and the girlfriend crawls into the crib and lies there. Then somehow she turns into the ex instead. He brings out this roll of money in a leather strap, and Lily, who's leaning over him, presses her finger down on it and tells him, "And you can't bribe me because I'm incorruptible." Then she straightens up and as she walks away, she says loudly, "And that's a bribery charge against you now, too." Her partner is kind of doubtful about whether they can make the bribery charge stick, because the ex never actually said anything about giving them money. Lily just wants to get the ex sweating. As they're leaving the apartment, they spot this old guy, the janitor or maintenance guy (they'd seen him earlier in the dream), coming out of the elevator with these mini fire-exstinguishers (only they weren't red, they were a taupe colour). Lily says, "Hang on," and she goes over with a friendly smile to help the old guy out. But really what she's wanting is to get information, and there's a strong sense that the old guy knows something very important to the case.
And of course it was at that point that my alarm rang. >.<
I had weird dreams last night too. I was an undercover FBI agent sent in to catch this brother-sister team who had been raping and killing young women. (This is what I get for watching "Without A Trace" before bed.) It was horrible. The sister had thick, wavy red hair and big blue eyes and freckles. She looked kind of like a girl I used to live with in halls, and she was a complete psycho (the sister, not the girl from halls). The brother was also a psycho: thin and tall, with a kind of slouchy stance and a mop of black hair over his eyes. I didn't get to see his face really, but my impression was that he was kind of good-looking in a moody-sadistic way. I was pretending to be a potential victim, and they were all friendly and stuff to me, and then they "persuaded" me to come with them to this really isolated old barn or cottage or something, and they wouldn't let me bring my mobile phone. They wrestled it off of me, and put me in their car. I was panicking and desperately trying to stow away any mobile I could get. When we finally arrested them, we couldn't get them restrained properly. The sister had this cardboard box with the sides all cut out and stuff like flowers and fairies dangling inside it, and she put it over her head and had this delusion that this made her into some over-innocent five-year-old kid. I took it off her forcibly to try and get her to act sanely, and then I felt really guilty because I wasn't sure whether or not forcing her to come out of the delusion would make her worse or not.
Then I had a second dream where I was at home and this Volkswagon Beetle came up our lane to make a U-turn. But as it came to the top of our lane, its tyres fell off to reveal thinner, slicker tyres underneath, and as it made the U-turn, it suddenly revved up and shot down the lane. There was a massive tractor sitting in its way, and I thought it was going to crash into it, but instead, the Beetle just seemed to slide right underneath it. When it came out the other side, it wasn't a Beetle, but a very low-slung, red sports car, with no roof, and the members of Westlife (Irish boy band; they sing mostly cover versions of soppy ballads, like "Mandy", and are managed by Ronan Keating, who was in the famous 90s Irish boy band, Boyzone) were sitting in the back seat, waving at me.
Leon has still not got back to me about my stuff >:( Let's see, it's the 18th now, and I sent him the stuff on the 6th. He's had nearly two weeks, where the hell is he?!?
