Everyone dreams. Most people have odd dreams. Me? Every now and again my brain throws up. No, seriously. Brainus vomitus. I am almost positive its a medical condition. No one right dreams the shit that I do.
I have some of the oddest dreams that I know of. Sometimes they are violent, most of the time they are just strange. For example, last night’s gem:
I was an extra/actor for a movie being filmed somewhere near a giant rain forest. Large plants. Lots of flying bugs. Misty rain. The occasional dinosaur.
I was waiting in line to get my make up done and watching all the other folks get there’s done. D was there. They had just put the finishing touches on his getup: Skin-tight silver body suit. Big giant goth-dark, rainbow clown afro. With sparkles.Big shiny ones. Makeup like those assholes in that show, Cats; or Lion-o meets Naruto and they have a love-child and that child goes out for Broadway.* He looked deeply disgusted and was yanking off the wig when I woke up.
* – no, not kidding. Jesus, what is WRONG with me?
The Process 
…Lion-o meets Naruto and they have a love-child and that child goes out for Broadway.
GAAAAH! I wish I could un-see that with my mind’s eye!
*snort*
Most of the time I am glad that I have such an active imagination. However, there are times when it is a distinct disadvantage.
Brain bleach, INDEED.
I can completely appreciate that. Mine usually goes into overdrive when there’s a personal crisis pending… “OMG things could go HORRIBLY WRONG, and here’s a catalog of EVERY SINGLE ONE!” Feh.
On a wild tangent: I’ll see your Jack icon and raise you another… as it were.
My ex-MIL calls it “disaster consciousness”. Which really just means that when I slightly stumble, I can see a whole series of wildly improbable events.
*walks, stumbles a little*
::minds eye::
starts to fall and overcompensates by throwing self backwards
trips over lurking cat
falls down staircase and out through bottom window
breaking both arms and a hip in the process.
oh, and killing the cat.
From feeeeeeeeear!
Heh, love the icon.
Here is another from the BTiLC lexicon.
I’m a glacially slow thinker, so the overactive imagination stuff tends to come when I’m trying to drift off to sleep at night. In-the-moment, my brain freezes solid. Woe.
Why do I not own this movie? Must remedy, soon.
You should. It is a fantastically silly move. With terrific quotes.
But I have to say that I truly
*takes a bow* Thank you! I clearly lifted a great many from Red Scharlach’s collection, but I have made a handful of my own over the years. This one, for instance.
Icon love 😀
I love a good icon. Now I need to swerve over to your place (profile) and peek at the rest of yours.
I think you are suffering from a lack of sparkles in your life. I suggest doing something shiny in the near future. Just in case you decide to use glitter, remember that glitter is the herpes of craft supplies. Once you’ve touched it, you can never completely get rid of it, just reduce the odds of outbreaks. You will always be finding little flecks of glitter in that area forevermore.
-woe-
It is far too late for me. I already have glitter (*sobs quietly*). This is an especially difficult cross to bear as I am known to haunt goth clubs. When they find out that you sparkle…well, let’s just say it ain’t pretty. Or sparkly.
Ehehehehehe!!!
*pills*
Pills?
As a result of the dream or you think it is a cause of the dream?
Crawling in my skiiiin. This orange will not peeeeeeeeel.
I think you need to start taking them for the world to remain safe 😀