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Post by StarOpal on May 19, 2009 14:00:27 GMT -5
I have weird dreams all the time (including, but not limited to, driving full speed in a yellow Jeep to get away from King Kong), but this is the first one I've felt like sharing.
So, in my dream, they made a remake of Rocky Horror Picture Show (I blame this part entirely on the Mutant News). The music was similar, but the actual words were different for all the songs, and it was closer to REPO! The Genetic Opera. Bill Pullman was Brad, Faye Dunaway was in it, but someone else was Janet (?), Robin Williams was Dr. Everitt Scott (!), Mike Rowe was the Criminologist, and a young David Bowie was Frank N Furter. Yeah, really detailed. I remember thinking 'I wonder if Hugh Jackman is Rocky?' but I never got that far.
The story was all kinds of different, and I was thinking 'Why didn't they just make a whole new movie if they were going to make it almost unrecognizable to the original!' This is a pet peeve of mine, I got so ticked off it woke me up.
Weird.
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Post by sergeofarnivillage on Jun 15, 2009 12:57:49 GMT -5
The only thing I can remember about my dreams are that they're really weird. But I can hardly ever remember them in full detail. All I know is the following things have happened to me in dreams:
Sometimes, my legs WILL NOT WORK! They constantly flop over, like they're just the legs of a rag doll. It's the most irritating thing in my dreams.
Sometimes, I can control my dreams. I can create people on my whim, and I can use any number of powers to do my bidding: it's a very odd feeling, but it rocks.
I think the closest thing I ever had to a dream that I can relate to another person while being coherent is this: I was on my living room couch. There was an old-fashioned radio in front of me, and Marlon Brando's voice was coming from it: there was smoke puffing out of the speaker. My mother was at the table across from me, playing cards. Suddenly, my brother entered the room, and without warning, mother jumped up and started clawing my brother's face, and he screamed and ran out the door. Then she looked at me, and... well, have you ever watched the Black Hole Sun video? She made "one of those faces" and said to me, "You're next!" And she charged at me...BAM! I wake up! Yes! Phew! I get up, exhausted, and go get a glass of water at our fridge...
My mother was at the table, doing one of those face-stretching, mouth-stretching exercises, with that book showing you how to do it, for the first time. My spine tingled, lol...
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Post by StarOpal on Jun 17, 2009 12:05:01 GMT -5
Okay so a lawyer comes and tells me my name isn't Eunice, and that I have to sign a paper so that my name is legally my real name. I look down at the paper and there's all this legal jargon on it. It says my real name is "Reemus O'Malley."
Now my mom and Bro2 (who is getting upset that he didn't know my name wasn't my name either) are in the room while this is happening. I look at my mom and say, "I'm adopted?!"
She rolls her eyes and says, "Of course you're not adopted! It's something from the old country." She looks at the paper and says that it isn't even spelled right. It should be Reemnus O'Malley.
And every time I ask her what's going on all she says is "It's something from the old country."
So I ask the lawyer if it makes a difference what my name is since it's been Eunice for so long. "It's not like I have an inheritance or anything." The lawyer gets this look on his face like 'Umm, maybe?'
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