I am in a hospital, and it is dark and creepy (as dream hospitals always are). For some reason I am in an area with lots of computer terminals and looking online at a list of "The Highest Rated Fanfiction Stories Ever!" And of course I am on the list, but not with my current offering, but a series I wrote about seven years ago in the Buffy fandom. So I'm all excited and thinking I need to get home and tell someone, when...cow. Damn it! The cow's escaped. Now what do I do? And in the manner of all dreams (and lost dream memory) I now have the cow on a leashy type thing and we wander around - outside - for what seems like hours. There are people around, but no one seems to take notice of the cow. There's lots of sitting around in the hot humid night talking to cow, mostly asking cow what I should do with cow. Then it occurs to me that I should call the other people that work in the lab! So I leave a desperate message on one guy's voicemail, and talk to some chick, who sounds all sleepy and says she's about to go out. So I sit some more, only now I'm forlorn and miserable and, for some reason, by a river. Me and cow are just lounging there, when the guy I left the vox for walks out some door that just appears and it's Tim Bisley! Only not Tim really, but basically some guy who looks like Simon Pegg did when he played Tim. But that doesn't matter because I'm not even certain who I am in this dream and he's come to help me with cow! So I hug him (wouldn't you?) and we head back to the lab, which is reached through this alley, and everyone is there! The whole lab came to help me with cow! I feel so gratified and pleased that the cow simply disappears at that point, and I'm really really hoping they'll ask me to go out with them, and Not-Tim is looking very cute in this long red coat with brass buttons, and then I have to pee and I wake up laughing.
Ah, dreams.
3 comments:
You got to love mish-mashed dreams that really make no sense until you pice together your previous day. Sometimes you can at least get a good story out of them...if you remember them enough. You should write something faking the conversation between you and the cow...that could be pretty hilarious, or serious. Just look at some of Aimee Bender's stories -- some of her most out there stories are the most sincere.
I love hearing other people have dreams as disjointed and weird as mine. LOL Yours seem to be much more imaginative than mine. Of course I rarely remember mime so maybe the really exciting ones I'm just not remembering. :-D
Brain detritus=fantastic dreams.
The cow was most unhelpful, only mooed, if I recall correctly.
What is weird is that I don't usually dream about unknown people. My dreams are usually populated with friends/family, or characters from Buffy, no lie. I assume these particular dream-people are representation of the two of you, as you were there for me to let me know I'm not alone in my freakishness. I'll let you fight over who gets to be Not-Tim.
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