21 Feb 2002

cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
so... i had another dream last night...

this is a sort of multiverse dream. there are a ton of alternate universes in my dream, but only one of them is really REAL (like Roger Zelazny's Amber--all the others are shadows of it). but unlike zelazny's amber, this multiverse looks rather like a parking garage, where each universe is sort of one floor and they're stacked up and down to infinity. this is not to say there isn't an out doors in each universe too, but you have to leave the bldg. for that. and you can only travel between universes via the bldg. also, only people from the one true universe (which i'll call Amber for ease) can travel between; others are stuck in their own, essentially.

so in the dream, i am, like, some important person from Amber, not exactly a princess, more like a friend of the ultimate Queen of the Multiverse, and i'm in special ops or something. because some little upstart evil overlady has decided to take over all the rest of the universes, and despite the fact she can't travel between them, she's succeeding. so i'm traveling between universes, and there are soldiers running around in each of them everywhere. it's sorta like nazi germany. evil overlady, otoh, is a lot like catra:



i've snuck into her base-universe, and i'm inside the parking garage part where she's mustering her forces. i run into a small, isolated troop of her soldiers. there's a girl with long dark hair, and a shorter, more full-figured girl with very very short honey-blond hair, plus others. they all try to fight me but i trap them in one room of the parking garage--one with a window--using the magic that i seem to control because of being from Amber. the shorter blond girl shows signs of real intelligence, and, like adora in she-ra, realizes for herself that the Evil Horde is evil. then we hear soldiers marching outside--we're barricaded in the room but they're about to catch us. everyone fears for my life except long-haired girl; they've become sympathetic. and i'm walled off from the place where i can travel between universes, which is, like, some room or something in the parking garage.

then i remember something i've learned a long, long time ago, about another way to go between universes. i just ask the blond girl if she trusts me, not quite knowing what to say, and then i can see in her face that even though she's terrified, she more than trusts me. so i ask her if she'll help me and she says "anything." so that's that. i close my eyes and step up behind her till i'm pressed along her back, and somehow do something that sort of twines us together with magic so we can't fall apart. then suddenly, when we put our arms out, we can fly.

i'm not making this up. so anyway, the evil soldiers burst down the door and stuff and right then i say "jump" in her ear and we jump and we're above their heads, and we flyawayreallyfastwiththemchasingus! <--there's some magic that you have to do to make the flying work, and it was also really special that she was able to make me fly, because people from other universes aren't supposed to be able to do that. so we are flying just under the ceiling, and we can't go very fast yet and we keep dodging.

the lighting is low and everything is brown cement-walled with dark iron support beams. we discover by accident that flying allows us to travel between universes--i sort of aim up and do something and we fly through the ceiling or floor with a sort of sucking noise, then through this, uhm, in-between black place which also has metal support beams, and then we emerge at the bottom (or top) of the next universe in the stack.

we flee for a long time this way, but there are soldiers in all the universes chasing us. discover quickly that not all universes are the same--one in particular seemed to be nothing but a giant clothing store (had to resist urge to shop), not a parking garage at all. one had a diner. we keep talking and having witty banter and stuff.

get chased back to the universe of Catra and are forced to flee the parking garage; are out in country side where there's no way to switch. come to a place where the road makes a high bridge and under it is this tremendous gorge a la the grand canyon, v. beautiful, filled at the bottom with water and v. v. wide, and there's a whole capital city down there that was half floating, half carved from the cliff, but Catra has destroyed it. we hide on the cliff face under the bridge for as long as we can but have to leave.

finally find a bunch of pine trees and perch really high up in one. we stop, sitting on this huge wide branch. remember her back is always to me as we're flying; now, as soon as she turns her face over her shoulder, i kiss her. it's all sweet and romantic. aw! weirdness! <--writing the femmeslash has done weird things to me. so anyway, now we both know we're in love, and filled with warm fuzzies, but we have to fly again, back to the parking garage. i'm getting way too tired, though, because i'm the one who has to exert the force to steer us when we fly. we must switch universes, and somehow, my blond girl figures out how it works and does it for me just in time to save our lives.

we think. we end up in a trap the overlady has set, where we can't escape without flying. we would prob. be shot. it is getting dark, nighttime, for the first time. pretend we don't know how to fly; we are saving that. all of a sudden this is from blond girl's point of view. somehow evil overlady wants to make us slaves or something, and what she wants us to do is sing and dance to britney's "oops! i did it again." oooookay, so we are doing this and there's all this great anticipation because we know that while overlady is watching and feeling smug, i (<--me, not blond, although it's the blond's pov now, so she's thinking of me in 3rd person) am working magic to destroy her evil plan. don't understand why this works when it wouldn't before; maybe night. maybe britney is the key. anyway, at the end of the dance the parking garage starts to collapse; i run to the blond and we leap for the ceiling and fly away really fast. it's collapsing in all the universes, really freaky, people streaming out the doors, beams and ceilings falling and shit. we don't get hurt. not sure why. keep flying. eventually make it back to Amber. i think it's back to my pov again, but that's pretty much the end of the dream. although there is this sense that now, Everything will be Okay.
... ... ... whoa. long. and bizarre.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
look, people, you have to be really cute to pull off a mohawk. there's a guy in the cafeteria (well, he was at lunch--assume he's not always there) with one dyed blond, hair starting to grow out under it on the sides short-prickly and dark. small beady eyes, large knife-like nose, serious-looking large mouth. it worked for orli. it doesn't work for him because he is not orli.

on the plus side, they had this orgasm-inducing lemon-basil sauteed rigatoni, and potato-pesto-something pasta. v. v. oily. and foccacia bread? oooooooh.

and saw a cute asian boy. unfortunately he was without stubble. not the japanese exchange student. --probably korean, i predict, despite not having such prominent cheekbones as one might expect for that.

quotd

21 Feb 2002 12:13 pm
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
"they put a bunch of fuel on our new plane. ...when we got out to the end of the runway, the pilot announced that we had too much fuel, which struck us ignorant laypersons as odd, because we were under the impression that having a lot of fuel is good, especially when you're flying over a major ocean such as the pacific. nevertheless we went back to the gate and got off the plane while they removed fuel, apparently using eyedroppers, because it took them two hours. we got back on the plane ande the pilot announced that--remember, i am not making this up--we were going to fly to los angeles to get some more fuel. so needless to say... we landed in san francisco. there they told us (why not?) that we had to change planes. ... as we taxied out to the runway, the pilot said--i swear--'hopefully, this one will fly all the way.' ... after about an hour over the pacific, which is famous for not having anyplace on it where you can land, the pilot announced that we had a 'minor engine problem.'"

--dave barry, dave barry's only travel guide you'll ever need
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
so, apparently, i'm a dominatrix, according to the high-maintenance quiz... hmph.

are you high-maintenance?quiz byrez/ sanagi no yume

the great thing is my ranked results went: (1)dominatrix, (2)doormat, (3)high maintenance, (4)low maintenance, (5)neutral. i think there's something wrong with the quiz, yo. just a thought. --in other news, have successfully wasted 4.5 hours this morning. yay.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
urine smell update: the stairs have not smelled this bad for weeks.

saw naked editor today. from a distance. once again fully clothed.

dammit.

here's my proposition. boys with pale, pretty skin stretched over nice, spare-sculpted muscles don't have to wear only a navy blue towel, but if they do it once, they have to do it forever.

and all the snow's melted, so. sheesh. tsk tsk.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
so i often find myself apologizing to my stomach. these exchanges rarely turn out well for either of us.

me: look, i'm really sorry i ate the mysterious chicken substance and the gelatinous blueberry pie! really! i'll never do it again, just please...
stomach: hiss. spit. i'm wildly unhappy. i am deeply disappointed in you. i thought we had an understanding.
me: *sulks*
stomach: bread. water. applesauce. plain rice...
me: nooooo! can't i at least have cereal for breakfast?
stomach: no.
me: fucker!
stomach: bitch.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
she-ra/catra! why didn't i think of this before???

sil! it fulfills your enemy thing!

hm,likethehelplesslookthehelplesslook
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)


see, i always knew it.


by ptocheia


i couldn't resist. i had to do it again!

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