Okay,

This really doesn't happen too often. But last night I had not one, but two Otalia dreams.

In the first one, I played the part of Natalia--that is, I was seeing out of Natalia's eyes. Luckily, I looked like Jessica Leccia. Anyway, Buzz and Natalia (me) were searching for Olivia, who had disappeared from Springfield under suspicious circumstances. We found her running a tiny bed & breakfast somewhere in South Carolina where the trees were dripping with Spanish moss and the air hummed with cicada-song and humidity. Olivia had no idea who she was--she had amnesia. And Buzz and Natalia arrived just ahead of a threatened tornado. Olivia bundled all of us into what looked like a large, freestanding ballroom--and by all of us, I mean Buzz, Natalia (me), two kids who had been walking down the dusty road, and the few guests who had been staying at the B&B. We covered windows with mattresses and set other mattresses on the floor to make us comfortable. Olivia kept catching me staring at her and she confronted me. I told her a story about my life--the whole storyline up to and including a wedding. The entire time I spoke, I pulled her closer to me until she was sitting on the mattress in front of me. I was teary as I spoke, watching her beautiful green eyes for any hint of recognition and seeing none. Then I said, "So you see, I'm searching for my wife."

She reached out her hand. "What's your wife's name?" she asked, looking confused.

"Olivia," I whispered. And it was the most AMAZING thing. I watched her eyes go from a stranger's eyes to Olivia Spencer's eyes in one second. It was as if she'd blinked and her whole world, her whole memory came flooding back and it all showed in her freakin' eyes!

"It's me," she whispered and she lowered herself on top of me and was about to kiss me when....

ALARM.

Goddamn alarm. I never, ever get the kiss.

Ever.

So I hit snooze and got this second dream instead.

In this dream, I was myself and I was holding a very pregnant Natalia in my arms, carrying as if I was carrying her over the threshold of a home. Olivia was with us. We were in a gigantic antiques store, looking for a bed because we were afraid Natalia was going to give birth soon. As we were searching for the bed section, we stumbled across my grandmother (who passed away over a year ago) sitting in a rocking chair. She asked me where I was going and I told her that I was looking for a bed for my wife, Natalia, so that she could have our baby.

My grandmother asked, "You're married? To a woman?"

I replied, "Yes, I'm married. To two women. This is my wife, Natalia." I leaned down with Natalia and let her kiss my grandmother's cheek. "And this," I said, indicating Olivia next to me, "is my wife, Olivia."

"And Natalia is having a baby?" my grandmother asked.

"Yep. Hopefully today."

My grandmother looked vaguely shocked but said "Well, it sounds like a real family."

"It is," I said, and I kissed her cheek and told her we'd be back later with the baby.

Then we moved on, getting lost in glassware, until the ALARM went off again.

I love dreams like that....

;)

I was married to Olivia Freakin' Spencer twice last night! ::squee!::

Twoodles!

DiNovia

So, you've probably noticed that there hasn't been an update to HBM this week. Yeah, about that....

So, my five year old niece, my little Bumblebee, is having kidney surgery today and I am, understandably, distracted.

So if you all could continue to be patient with me, I promise to have chapter 25 out sometime soon. Thank you.

In other news, I had a dream last night that I was a DOT agent, specifically assigned to the Secret Service, and that I was part of a detail assigned to protect Queen Elizabeth II while she was visiting, for some odd reason, a Detroit neighborhood. An assassin had tracked her there, of course, and her guards and the detail that I was on all surrounded HRH (who was wearing a lovely ensemble in robin's egg blue) to protect her with, basically, a fort made of human beings. There were easily 75 people or more surrounding HRH and we were all completely dedicated to taking a bullet or bullets to protect her.

For our detail, HRH's code name was "The List" (yes, AD Skype people, I am aware of what that implies...), and someone from HRH's guards made a slightly amazed comment regarding the fact that we "Yanks" would place such importance on a visiting monarch, so much so that we would not only die for her but that we had stationed ourselves as the first line of defense--the outer "wall" of the fort. I smirked and broke into a rousing rendition of My Country, 'Tis of Thee, which then became God Save the Queen. I woke up before the assassin and his team attacked.

It was the most bizarrely patriotic dream (and detailed! I haven't thought of the fact that My Country, 'Tis of Thee and God Save the Queen are one in the same tune for years!) I have ever had. When I woke up, I was still singing and I knew I was imminently going to die but I was prepared for that. I was filled with such a feeling of pride and joy that laying down my life for HRH seemed negligible by comparison.

So...what does that dream mean?

Twoodles!

DiNovia

TWO Jeri Ryan dreams last night.

In one, I had made a movie (in which Mike Huckabee had a brief but apparently compelling role--which I'm going to blame on Rachel Maddow). Jeri Ryan was at the premier and later found me to tell me that I had "great hands" and that girls everywhere would be falling for me and telling me that when their grade reports came out.

In the second one, Jeri Ryan was my teacher and I sat at the front of the second row. We were having a test and I was late to class. When I arrived, I found that every row had different colored pens, scissors, clipboards, etc. for the test and that my row had lime green ones. I asked her why lime green and she smiled at me very suggestively and whispered in my ear that she knew lime green was my favorite color and she wanted me to be happy.

Then my fucking alarm went off.

::sigh::

But seriously, Jeri has been in my dreams an awful lot lately for someone who's show was canceled!

Twoodles!

Erin

So I had another dream about Jeri Ryan last night. It was long and involved but these are the highlights:

--I was going to a Renaissance Festival and was hoping she would be there but I knew that she was in danger. So I sent a friend of mine, who happened to be half-werewolf, out to check on her. He returned saying she must already be on her way.

--I found her at the RenFest but she was wearing a bad disguise. She was dressed as a gypsy woman and had a really bad wig on, dark curls, and her blonde hair was sticking out. She was crying because she missed me but she was also scared. She told me that there were people trying to kill her. She left hurriedly, diving into a green cottage across the road. There were some people hanging around. When they asked why I didn't go after her, I said "Didn't you hear her? They're trying to kill her!" When they asked who, I replied sadly, "The people at Boze Canned Peaches."

--I found a triangular shaped garnet stone near the place she'd been sitting and picked it up, intending to keep it as a souvenir. I was wondering how long it would stay in my body if I swallowed it when my alarm woke me up.

Let it not be said that I don't at least have interesting dreams. O_o

Twoodles

Erin

So I dreamt about Diane Neal and Mariska Hargitay last night...

But not quite the way I would have liked.

So I'm in this GIANT apartment that Diane shares with all these different people. I'm sitting on a barstool at this bar that runs the length of the brick wall in the kitchen/dining room. There are windows that overlook a park with bare trees, so I am assuming it is winter-ish.

Mar is sitting at the kitchen table. She and I have dropped by to do something for or make something for Diane but I'm not quite sure what (in the dream, I knew, but I can't remember now). Diane gives me a book and a coffee cup as presents for all my hard work and friendship. Then, just before I was going to begin whatever it was I was there to do, some strange girl came into the apartment and Diane remembered that she had a party that was happening shortly and she apologized, saying she forgot.

Another woman came in and said something to Diane and as I was passing by, Diane said, "Don't say that Erin looks bad! You wouldn't look so hot either if you worked as hard as she does!" O_o

My feelings were hurt but I didn't say anything.

I ended up sleeping on the pull-out couch in Diane's living room and I shared it with Mariska, even though I wasn't aware of it until the morning when I saw that she had gotten up and was in the bathroom, leaving her mahogany leather jacket on the side of the bed.

I got up and was looking for my pants and socks (O_o) when Diane tried to close up the bed with me still sitting on it.

Then the dream changed to something else...

Yes, lovelies, only my brain could take the following components--Diane Neal, Mariska Hargitay, a bed, a party, and me without my pants--and make it into a vaguely insulting dream with little excitement.

Now I'm off for my walk with Zoe and Mom!

Twoodles!

DiNovia

Okay, we're going to start with this bit of knowledge: I woke up this morning with Joan Baez's "In The Quiet Morning" running through my head. This is a song about the untimely death of Janis Joplin. What a weird song to wake up with. This sort of thing happens to me all the time but I just thought whoa.

But things actually get more interesting (okay, yes, maybe only for me, true).

( Morpheus Hates Me )

Twoodles.

DiNovia

I've been photophobic and phonophobic all day so I took a nap in my cold, dark room.

I woke up from the most amazing dream.

It was an entirely different world. I was told to pilot a single-flyer space ship and join the ranks of protectors in space for this world. One of the three place names I remember was Iuihgnd. Once I had left the carrier ship, I was on patrol. I was flying over things that were so amazing. Statuary being built and they were thousands of stories tall. Cruise ships taking on passengers, flying flags of amazing colors. The clearest water. The bluest sky.

I was talking on the communicator to another patrolling flyer, nickname Snakey. We were laughing over the poor slobs below who only got to go on vacation for their excitement.

We eventually pushed through the atmosphere to patrol in open space. There was a band of things in orbit around the planet. They looked like food items with eyes and mouths. I shot one and was told not to do that...that this is how we patrol pilots would be fed. We would have to lure these beings to us with other foods. We were each given a paper bag of apples and pears to start out with.

Something happened then and I was on another ship with students. We sat two abreast on either side of a narrow aisle. The teacher asked one student for her glasses and the student said she didn't know where they were but she had them hidden. The teacher knew that. She found them and began asking questions and the student had a very plausible excuse for everything. I leaned over to my partner and whispered as much. The teacher took put on her glasses and took out a small, metal square which she began to unfold. She asked us to put on our glasses which we did. I knew she was going to shoot the other student who was some sort of spy. I told my fellow student to duck. The teacher shot the spy.

Then I was at some sort of all-inclusive center that included shopping. I was with a friend and we were laughing at a three-headed engineered tape woman. She had every kind of tape available hanging from her body and four arms with which to apply the tape.

Somehow I was taken and was reduced to my chromosomal selves. I was an XXY female so they took me and divided me into my male half and my female half. My male half was sent back to patrol. My female half was designated a "Pest" and I was sent to a processing center to get my new training. Pests are rogue beings. They can be good or bad and they are now open targets. They also can earn a form of currency, called 'adiants' (yes, that is the word radiant without the initial r). The adiants are color coded (yellow being worth .001 adiant and green was worth 1000 adiants with a host of colors in between). They were circular and were worn in a clear tube around the wrist, like a bracelet. They could be traded not only for material possessions, like clothing or gadgetry, but also for energy. For instance, someone told me that 2 adiants would be worth the same amount of energy it would take to grow a two-day growth of beard. You could trade these adiants for changes to your own body.

I was looking in a case that held some interesting items for sale. Several tee-shirts marked with the brand name Nakia (which all boasted a language warning), small gadgets, trade slips for small changes to the body (eye color, skin color, etc.) and something that came in a hermetically sealed package. It said it cost 5299 adiants and that it could either destroy up to 10000 lives or 1--yours. The risk was your own. Simply owning it automatically branded you a "Negative Pest" and everyone, including your own peers, would be after you. The guy who told me about the adiants and I were looking at it. We were quiet for a long time. Then we looked at each other and I said, "Doesn't sound worth it to me." He said, "No shit."

I had just been given my "starter's package" (including my "hand out", which was a flat rate of adiants that the state gave me to start out as a Pest--it was up to me to make my life from there) and I was excited about getting started learning about how I could contribute to society as a Pest when the phone rang and woke me up! Dammit!

But this dream was soooo real! And I didn't take any medicines or anything before I took the nap. The only thing was my cat was sleeping with me.

Weird dream, eh?

Twoodles.

DiNovia

You know, I love a hotel with a business center. Means I can update from anywhere. :D

The drive wasn't horrible but gas prices were increasing as we drove. The most expensive I've seen so far was near here at $3.69/gallon.

I think I'm going to rethink getting a used car and just stick with a bike. I will always be able to get around town on a bike, right?

But a really cool thing happened on the drive up that I have to share.

At about 2:40pm we were coming up on Manassas, VA (approx. 28 miles from the Pentagon if you go by hwy signage). Now, on long car trips, I count hawks. I have done this for a very long time. Hawks are considered good luck in many cultures so I count the number of hawks I see on a road trip and if the number is divisible by 3, then it is even luckier. We saw nine hawks on the way from Durham, NC to Tysons Corner, VA yesterday.

But the other thing we saw TRUMPS that.

Flying next to our car on I-95, right outside Manassas, was a bald eagle.

A BALD EAGLE.

I have never...ever...ever...seen a bald eagle in my whole life. Not at a zoo or aviary, not in the wild, not ever. And to see one flying next to the car...

SO FUCKIN' COOL!

Now, in other news, I had a very VERY strange dream last night.

Picture this. I'm watching a new TV show called SIGHTS. It is an AU that posits post-apocalyptic break down after 9/11 and it stars the characters from SVU. Casey Novak is a judge/jury/executioner type rogue leader who goes about trying to save people and keep order and the other detectives are her personal detail. She has a high powered rifle and is not afraid to use it.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

I woke up laughing.

I am such a geek.

Anyway, gotta run.

Talk to you later.

Twoodles.

DiNovia

snuffnyc!! Yeah, you!

You were in my dream last night/this morning!

This was the dream: I was back college-aged and I was dating a young Mariska Hargitay (we were totally all nekkid and cute and shit in bed at my parent's house for the Holidays but that's not where you showed up. Sorry.).

Somewhere in the dream YMH and I were sitting on the floor in the livingroom giggling about how my mother knew we were a couple and was cool with it (Remember, I'm around 20 in this dream. I'm allowed to giggle.) when there's a knock on the door.

It's you, snuffnyc, and your girlfriend, a young Kathryn Morris from Cold Case. I invite you two in and YMH squees and YKM squees and they rush to hug each other. You and I are standing there looking all

O_o

and YMH explains how she and YKM used to live next door to one another when they were kids or some such shit.

Bottom line: they go talk, decide to ditch the two of us and go to Olive Garden for their "first date", and we are now left to play ORPGs with my nerdy younger brother and his nerdy little friends for the rest of the dream.

So my question is this: Why, OH WHY, couldn't you have been dating a Young Diane Neal?? I wouldn't mind being dumped so much if YMH went off with YDN. ::stamps foot::

In other news: I generally wake up every morning with a song in my head. This is not because I have a radio or CD alarm clock, because I don't. I just have always woken up with some song running through my head.

This morning it was "Earl Had to Die" by the Dixie Chicks.

ETA: I suppose it could be worse. It could be "White Trash Wedding" by them.

I am now officially afraid for my day.

Twoodles!

DiNovia