Dirty Jokes in Fairy Grottos

... in which there are thematic devices.

In reference to the dream post, I realised this morning what my latest Theme is. It used to be Levitation, before I started posting about them. Then it was School and Uni, which was more about their geographical locations and spatial layouts than learning. Then it was Funerals and Death. Fun times.

Now, it's Movement.

Lots of vehicles (plains, trains, automobiles).

Lots of running.

Lots of four-limbed running (i.e. with hands).

Lots of excessive motion (e.g. the elevator).

Just lots and lots of movement.

Isn't that interesting? If I didn't know any better (which technically I don't), I'd say that these Themes are related to Project: Ether Engine - Movement and Levitation are two of the Domains that can be controlled by it, and Space is definitely a major consideration that affects and is affected. Death, or the prevention of, is in some cases the ultimate purpose of the Ether Engine, like in wars or what have you.

I wonder if I'll go through a run of dreams based on Making Things Work, or Finding, or The Weather, or Projection, or any of the other Domains related to the artefacts. That'd be interesting.

... dreams about losing my teeth are disturbing. And I mean dreams where I actually lose my teeth, where they fall out of my mouth as I'm looking at them in the mirror, one after the other, until there're only molars left.

Last night's was not the first. I want these dreams to stop.

... in which David just reeks of Gay (with a slight Emo aftertaste).

Oh, and YAY! More weird ( dreams! )

But other stuff too.

The SUMS performance is now officially going to be the 31st only. No June 1st because it's a Sunday and St Andrews, which is where we've been moved to, will be doing religious stuff or something... it is a Sunday, I guess. Still don't know how tickets are going to work... I really should ask about that at some point.

I smsed two people yesterday about meetings-up this weekend and haven't heard back from either of them. One was about a lunch today or tomorrow, so I guess there's still time. The other, however, was about a night out for either last night or tonight, so I'm guessing it's supposed to be tonight... I just have no idea what the other details are. If I don't hear anything by 5:30/6ish I probably won't go.

My brother left for Brisbane yesterday. He's going up there to watch football of some kind. Um... yay? Whatever. It's his money. If he wants to fly up there and stay a couple of nights to see Brisbane teams play their home grounds, that's his decision. I mean, sure, if I liked the teams (or just the sport in general) I'd probably want to go to a couple of games, but local games. Personally, I could think of better uses of my income.

My sister, on the other hand, is house-sitting again this weekend. Same girl from work as last time, which means she gets to look after those adorable dogs again. I didn't see them last time, and I probably won't this time, but I think she really liked them, so it's good she gets to see them again. She said her boyfriend was going to help take them for walks and whatnot, which I think is just so cute - it can't really be that hard to walk two little dogs (as energetic as they may be), can it? :)

Also, it turns out that Nick knows Regals people. Or, rather, is legally related to them. It's a tiny, tiny world, isn't it? His sister-in-law was the Musical Director for my first musical, Oliver. Craaaaazy!

And finally, boys suck. The two guys that have flirted with me at SUMS now both are pointless ventures. David always was, seeing as his name is David, and I already established that would be weird and somewhat-wrong when Miss Amy was fangirling over David Tennant, the 10th Doctor In Doctor Who. But even without the name, he's too camp. Actually, it isn't camp, it's faggy. It doesn't even seem natural - it all seems forced, like he trying to prove to the world that, yes, he really is gay. Turn-off. The other, Isaac, was apparently a jerk to Meghan at Small Group (a small group of SUMS choristers that does extra stuff). Or maybe it was MUSE... I forget. But he was a bit of a jerk and that was a complete turn-off for me. So no. No David. No Isaac. Because boys suck. Also, I still haven't told Jason... I just want him to get the hint and disappear. It isn't going to happen though. I don't really get much of a chance to talk to him though, and when I do, the only thing I have to say to him I don't want to say. So I tell him I'm busy with assignments (an attempt to make him feel old and disconnected from my age group, because I'm cruel) or feeling sick (like two days ago, I woke up with Twisty Blades of Madness writhing in my gut, which by yesterday, when I spoke to him, had lessened into Twisty Wooden Pegs of Mild Craziness). I just want to press the Undo Button and make it go away. I'll probably end up saying something more along the lines of "This semester is turning out to be more full on than I anticipated, so I don't really have much time for 'extra-curricular activities' so to speak, bar those that have been planned at least a month in advance. (May, for instance, is completely booked out for me.) So I don't really have time to be pursuing a relationship with anyone at the moment least of all with someone so shy and needy... god I'm a prick." Although, if someone more uni-student-shaped pops up (though they don't actually have to be in uni), I could probably work around my schedule for them. I guess I just think Jason is too much work.

*sigh*

Oh, and post-finally, on Thursday, Cyn and I spent the day together. I told her that, whenever it's just the two of us, I feel like everyone else must think we're a couple. It's weird, but I'm constantly aware of it. Hopefully they pick up on some level of gayness from me, though, that translates that thought into "but he's gay, so she must be his faghag" or something similar. It's not that I think she cramps my style (HA!)... much (:P), 'cause I wouldn't be anywhere near as friendly-looking if I were just by myself, and I wouldn't be anywhere near as open to the world. It's just that sometimes it makes me wonder what it would be like, boy-wise, if I was the way I am with her without her being there. I wouldn't trade her presence for the answer though - I love the way I am with her. While we were out, I bought a zip-up hoodie that I'd been looking for for ages and a top I'm going to use as a jumper-type thing (which I was going to test-drive tonight, actually), and Cyn bought two pairs of boots. We stopped past her work on our way home and she made me a Strawberry Blast which, for all the store's family-oriented goodness, tasted quite alcoholic. In a good way, of course. It wasn't going to be an all-day thing, though - I was going to go home after seeing Cyn and talking (especially about the above boy-issues) and maybe having lunch (despite the Twisty Blades of Madness), and start my next composition assignment (CHANCE MUSIC FOR THE WIN!). I guess I'll just do that tomorrow instead; Friday turned out to be a Games Day inspired by my last Cyberworlds assignment and a lack of paid work, and I woke up pretty late today, making it a Lazy Day Saturday.

:D

... in which I relate another dream. Except differently-like.

( Torchwood ) That's all I remember of that one.

There was also one this morning that I kept wanting to write down, but didn't get a chance to. There were two parts to it, the first part possibly having someone grab my arm, and the second part almost being a Part Two to a dream I had ages ago, or perhaps a spin-off. Sadly, though, that's all I remember. I seriously wish I'd written something down. Anything. Just something that could trigger a memory to unlock the dream. I know it's in there somewhere... :(

Also, a question: why am I always bleeding? Not in dreams, just, you know, in general.

Tomorrow night I think I'm having dinner with Cyn and Phoebe (of the giving of the bandaid) and three of their school friends. Dylan is also supposed to drop by later. Also, there is to be drinking, I think, which I'm iffy about at the moment.

I want to be Linkin Park's fairy as depicted on the cover for Hybrid Theory. I think it would be cool to be a fairy and have wings and still be tough.

... in which I relate another dream.

( Games )

Blargh! This sucks. I started doing this thinking I'd have maybe a week's worth of dreams I could spread out over about a month. But I've only had three memorable dreams, and the third one I only remember snippets of... and it was one of those ones where it just suddenly becomes something completely different, much like highlyeccentric's recently posted dream, only much worse, so I couldn't really write it out; I've lost all continuity.

There was a common theme through all of three, though: school. That actually weirded me out a bit - three dreams all involving my high school in some way (the one above mixing in my primary school too), either through teachers being present or through it being set within the grounds. And all in a row.

I'm hoping that these three aren't the only dreams I'm going to be able to remember for a while. I like being able to remember my dreams.

It is strange though, now that I have written the dream down, just how much the first section reminds me of this past Friday night, with bits of the book I've just finished, Superfolks, mixed in. My next post will be on Friday's, Saturday's and Sunday's happenings.

( The Ashy )

( The X-Men )

( The Dreams )

( The Whoomphs )

Now that it's nearly midday, and I've posted for my online readings journal on WebCT, and I have as much of my dream down as I remmeber, I think I should go have some breakfast.

*nods*