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AHAHAHA WHAT.
Occasionally I have incredibly vivid dreams. This one is full of excruciating detail and lots of absurdity, but since I woke up about an hour ago and I still remember the whole thing, I think I am going to record it for myself.
I got together with a bunch of high school friends in Paris, and we went to see the opera! I believe it was an opera about the Water Tribe from Avatar. We had balcony seats, and were enjoying ourselves well enough, but some guy a few rows to the left, who was definitely an American tourist, kept complaining in steadily louder tones that he couldn't understand what the opera was about. We kept shushing him, with steadily more desperation, until he actually stood up and yelled that he wasn't taking this kind of service. The opera ground to a dead halt and an awkward intermission was held.
I wandered out into the corridor and noticed that![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anekdot and my high school friend Stefanie were dressed in really fabulous Victorian drag -- waistcoats, top hats, really beautiful fabric. (This is not too absurd; Sares often looks awesome in boyclothes.) I decided to follow them to see where they were going, but they were way ahead of me, and when I called for them to let me catch up they turned it into a chase up and down a set of really fabulous ballroom stairs. Eventually I ended up with Stefanie's (red velvet) top hat, whereupon I ran into pen42 and wanted to recount the chase sequence for her, because it was absolutely hilarious and delightful.
Pen, however, needed to go to the library to look up her travel itinerary. On the way she asked what I'd been up to lately; I told her I'd been watching Highlander. (Why I didn't tell her I've been watching Avatar instead, I don't know, because she's been telling me how awesome it is for ages.) Pen told me that she'd be on the lookout for the actors for me, but I told her not to be silly and went to read Calvin & Hobbes while she did her computer thing.
Then Pen called me over. The row of computer terminals had turned into a row of payphones, as happens in dreams, and Pen was on the phone with someone. She gave it to me. "Call for you."
I took it. Guy on the other end said, "So Pen tells me you like Highlander."
I realized it was Adrian Paul on the phone (still miles better than that dream where I realized CKR had read my whole DW), had no idea what to say, and decided that Pen had to die. "I'm going to kill her," I said, and realized that I'd told Adrian Paul of my murderous intent. Way to go, self. "Um, yeah, the show's awesome." Or something.
Then it turned out that Pen had been able to get him on the phone because she'd run into him right by the phone booths, so, possibly because Duncan MacLeod doesn't like to see poor women suffering, he took pity on me and hung up and came out of the phone booth. He was wearing one of Duncan's really hideous button-down orange shirts, which -- why, subconscious? You gave me ladies in Victorian drag just five dream-minutes ago! Anyway, perhaps to make up for that, Adrian Paul decided to give Pen and me big hugs. I hugged him back with lots of enthusiasm as a kind of apology for being hugely awkward on the phone (and also, apparently, for fic-research purposes? I distinctly remember thinking I am definitely going to write you hugging Methos like this), then gave him a salute and went off arm-in-arm with Pen.
"What are the odds?" I asked her, when we were out of hearing range. Then I thought about it. "Well, he is in Paris six months out of the year. Maybe it's not that weird." Then I thought about it again. "No, it's still pretty damn weird."
And I woke up, full of giggling mirth. What I want to know is [a] why this entire dream feels so damn hilarious and full of joy to me, and [b] why dream!Pen couldn't have tracked down Peter Wingfield instead. If my subconscious is trying to send me a memo about how I love Duncan a bit too, I don't want to hear it.
Enough of that nonsense. Time for some s3 Avatar over breakfast!
Occasionally I have incredibly vivid dreams. This one is full of excruciating detail and lots of absurdity, but since I woke up about an hour ago and I still remember the whole thing, I think I am going to record it for myself.
I got together with a bunch of high school friends in Paris, and we went to see the opera! I believe it was an opera about the Water Tribe from Avatar. We had balcony seats, and were enjoying ourselves well enough, but some guy a few rows to the left, who was definitely an American tourist, kept complaining in steadily louder tones that he couldn't understand what the opera was about. We kept shushing him, with steadily more desperation, until he actually stood up and yelled that he wasn't taking this kind of service. The opera ground to a dead halt and an awkward intermission was held.
I wandered out into the corridor and noticed that
anekdot and my high school friend Stefanie were dressed in really fabulous Victorian drag -- waistcoats, top hats, really beautiful fabric. (This is not too absurd; Sares often looks awesome in boyclothes.) I decided to follow them to see where they were going, but they were way ahead of me, and when I called for them to let me catch up they turned it into a chase up and down a set of really fabulous ballroom stairs. Eventually I ended up with Stefanie's (red velvet) top hat, whereupon I ran into pen42 and wanted to recount the chase sequence for her, because it was absolutely hilarious and delightful.Pen, however, needed to go to the library to look up her travel itinerary. On the way she asked what I'd been up to lately; I told her I'd been watching Highlander. (Why I didn't tell her I've been watching Avatar instead, I don't know, because she's been telling me how awesome it is for ages.) Pen told me that she'd be on the lookout for the actors for me, but I told her not to be silly and went to read Calvin & Hobbes while she did her computer thing.
Then Pen called me over. The row of computer terminals had turned into a row of payphones, as happens in dreams, and Pen was on the phone with someone. She gave it to me. "Call for you."
I took it. Guy on the other end said, "So Pen tells me you like Highlander."
I realized it was Adrian Paul on the phone (still miles better than that dream where I realized CKR had read my whole DW), had no idea what to say, and decided that Pen had to die. "I'm going to kill her," I said, and realized that I'd told Adrian Paul of my murderous intent. Way to go, self. "Um, yeah, the show's awesome." Or something.
Then it turned out that Pen had been able to get him on the phone because she'd run into him right by the phone booths, so, possibly because Duncan MacLeod doesn't like to see poor women suffering, he took pity on me and hung up and came out of the phone booth. He was wearing one of Duncan's really hideous button-down orange shirts, which -- why, subconscious? You gave me ladies in Victorian drag just five dream-minutes ago! Anyway, perhaps to make up for that, Adrian Paul decided to give Pen and me big hugs. I hugged him back with lots of enthusiasm as a kind of apology for being hugely awkward on the phone (and also, apparently, for fic-research purposes? I distinctly remember thinking I am definitely going to write you hugging Methos like this), then gave him a salute and went off arm-in-arm with Pen.
"What are the odds?" I asked her, when we were out of hearing range. Then I thought about it. "Well, he is in Paris six months out of the year. Maybe it's not that weird." Then I thought about it again. "No, it's still pretty damn weird."
And I woke up, full of giggling mirth. What I want to know is [a] why this entire dream feels so damn hilarious and full of joy to me, and [b] why dream!Pen couldn't have tracked down Peter Wingfield instead. If my subconscious is trying to send me a memo about how I love Duncan a bit too, I don't want to hear it.
Enough of that nonsense. Time for some s3 Avatar over breakfast!
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I HOPE THERE IS OPERA
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How far into s3 are you? Because the second half is really awesome. Well, all of the season is really awesome, but the second half has bonding trips!
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I will shut up now, so not to spoil you for the rest of the season. Enjoy it! :D
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although let's be honest, I'd look ridiculous in a top hat.no subject
...this is very true. But in my dream you were DASHING.no subject
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We were in Scotland, and he was wearing one of his white cable-knit sweaters and jeans that were, I swear, painted on. He was sitting on a rock, staring off at the horizon, and talking about Hadrian's Wall. Even in my dream I knew this was weird, as I don't know anything about Hadrian's Wall and he seemed to know everything.
Finally, he said with a sigh, "The Scots have always been impossible. Well, you should know."
"I'm not from the Highlands," I said. "My family's from the Borders. Anyway, how do you know so much about Hadrian's Wall?"
"Well," he drawled, "I was there when it was built."
It was about this point that I realized that he was sharpening a sword. (Which kept switching between a katana and a longsword. WTF, self?)
And as my brain went TILT, I stammered, "That's impossible, you're Peter Wingfield!"
And he grinned at me with a wicked glint in his eye. "At least that's what my current bio says."
"But you're getting older!"
"Amazing what makeup will do these days, isn't it?"
And while I was boggling, he added--and this is NOT bullshit, I swear the line came up in my dream--"By the way, I like your friend
"You read her journal?!"
"Dreamwidth," he corrected me. "And of course. I have spectacular taste."
"Uh..." Seriously, at this point I had brain freeze. "So what should I tell her?"
"You can tell her I met Fraser once."
"You did? What was that like?"
Huge grin. "Like meeting Duncan MacLeod's non-Immortal twin brother. Only more flexible." Pause. "I met Ray, too, but he didn't like me much."
"Which Ray?"
"Kowalski." He rapped the name right out. Keep in mind that I tend to think of the Rays as Ray and Other Ray.
"Did you meet anyone else?"
"Oh, the Doctor. Various times, places and incarnations. And the Master, who's really quite charming when he wants to be. Kronos liked him. I'm afraid it wasn't mutual."
And that, honestly, is the last thing I remember. I know we went on talking for ages after that, but I can't remember any more. FRUSTRATION.
Anyway, I guess that's why Peter Wingfield didn't appear in your dream. He was busy in mine.
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I think Immortal Peter Wingfield needs to come and talk about history and how he likes my fics and exactly what happened with Kronos and the Master and &c in my dreams too! That is ridiculously awesome. <3
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And you're right. It IS ridiculously awesome.