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08 January 2006 @ 12:46 pm
Sooooo unusual.....  
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).



I had an SVU dream last night. Actually I was part of the SVU investigatory procedure in the dream. Myself, piekid, and another woman I did not recognize were on a "jury consultant team" working on a case with Olivia Benson, who was wearing black and who walked behind us a lot so that I felt kinda weirded out. She scowled the entire time and I don't think she spoke once.

But get this! (And piekid, I do so apologize for what you are about to read.) We were working with a newly returned Alex Cabot! O_o!

rant How many times have I hoped for a Limer dream? Is it really so difficult to have the correct ADA in my dreams? Really, people. I would hope my subconscious KNOWS how I feel about Alex Cabot by now. I do NOT need to have indepth SVU case-related dreams with her in them. Kthx. /rant


Not only was she back but she was searching in the evidence lockup for something that she hadn't seen since before she left. Some clerk finally brings it to her while we are in a lavish conference room discussing the actual case we're working on. What is it, you ask? A picture of her three-year-old daughter who has been missing for years.

Yes, apparently our dearest Alex (that was sarcasm in case you missed it) ran off to Paris when she was what I like to call a rich spoiled brat and she married at 17. She married a wealthy older man, was lavished with gifts and furs and jewelry, got pregnant, had the baby (I think her name was Lily), and spent her days walking around Europe with the baby, accepting accolades and attention from the commoners. (Well, that's what it looked like to me. Vast crowds of adoring, fawning sycophants, all hoping for a bit of attention in return. Ugh.)

Alas, her happy life was to be cut short by the disappearance of Lily while she, Lily, and Lily's nanny were walking in what I can only surmise was a Spanish barrio. Everyone expected that there would be a ransom demand because of the child's parentage, but none ever came. Shortly after that, Alex's marriage fell apart and she returned to the welcoming arms of Mama Cabot who attempted to wipe the whole sordid affair from Alex's mind by pulling some strings to get her into law school. And then again, to get her into the DA's office.

Anyway, so Alex gets the photograph of her child (Lily's case is still an open case, after all) and gives it to Olivia, whose only visible response was to try and eat the entire donut tray in about three bites.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out how old the kid would be now using a complex equation that would have rendered her age in days and not years, for some odd reason.

The case we are working on in the dream is extremely disgusting. Two young girls from the same family go missing within days of each other. They are 14 and 16. Later, one of them is found dismembered, her body parts hidden in various parts of several rusted out pickup trucks languishing on the family farm. The other one is found days later, dismembered, and put in plastic storage bins with the family's winter clothing.

The crack investigatory skills of Olivia Benson, the Silent, Scowling, Donut Eating MONSTER, have produced evidence to the fact that the girls' step-father is the perp. It is our job, as the "Jury Consultant Team" , to listen to the State's case and comment on whether or not we think a jury will be swayed by certain facts, certain terminology, etc.

But Alex is more interested in finding her long lost daughter and Olivia is apparently down for the count with a plate of donuts. And piekid, the other woman, and I are basically wondering what the fuck we've gotten into when the damn dog woke me up.

And you think that is weird enough, right? One more thing.

I woke up with swollen, tender, and cut up knuckles on my right hand. As if I had been in a fist fight of some duration. Except that I went to bed with an intact right hand, neither of the dogs seems to be damaged in any way, and there is no one else in this entire house.

O_o

Eeek.

So anyway. Yeah. This is going to be one weird day, isn't it?

Sigh...

Okay.

But really. The Alex Cabot dream thing needs to never happen again.

Really.

NEVER AGAIN.



Twoodles.

DiNovia
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What the Voices in My Head Hear: Jesus Christ Superstar
 
 
 
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seftiri: NovakJusticeseftiri on January 8th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC)
You'd think I could have more than one "I kissed Casey Novak" dream in my entire life, wouldn't you?

But nooooOOOooooo....

;)
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seftiri: Limer Goddessseftiri on January 8th, 2006 09:27 pm (UTC)
I had one. Just one. And it was lovely. Absolutely lovely.

Even if the alarm woke me up before we could do more than just kiss.

But I'd like to have more, thanks. Many, many more. LOL
Tiffany: rawr!piekid on January 8th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC)
AHHHHHHHHHH! OMFG!! You had my WORST nightmare last night!! I'm so sorry, babe.

Where's that rusty fondue fork? I need it.

Though this does explain several things, but I cannot yet elaborate on that here. Remind me later. ;)

And I have some ideas on what would fix your mood, too. ::evil grin::
seftiri: Save Meseftiri on January 8th, 2006 07:00 pm (UTC)
Save me, Tiff, save me!! I think my soul hurts! ;)

And I have some ideas on what would fix your mood, too. ::evil grin::

Really? ::looks around at her flist:: Um, you all are going to have to excuse me for a few minutes while I discuss these "ideas" with piekid. Yeah. Kthx.

::runs, does not walk, to YIM::

;)
Tiffany: sith happenspiekid on January 8th, 2006 09:59 pm (UTC)
:( Mine would too, I feel for ya, hon.

So is the mood any better? ;) ::VBG::
seftiri: MeLivFicseftiri on January 8th, 2006 10:09 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah...

Pull Me Down on a Sunday afternoon? ;)

Yeah, my mood is FANTASTIC, thx.

::evil grin::
Tiffany: liz blane hunger hurtspiekid on January 8th, 2006 10:55 pm (UTC)
O_O

Woah... ::breathe::

Always happy to help. ::squeak::
seftiri: Hungerseftiri on January 8th, 2006 11:55 pm (UTC)
You sure you don't wanna do more than just help?

::VBEG::
Tiffany: orange juicypiekid on January 9th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
Well, now that's a silly question. Of course I want to.

::returns the VBEG::

;)
Danielle: Elliot and Olivia - wtf?dani_ellie on January 8th, 2006 07:38 pm (UTC)
o_O

That's just...wow. Ugh.

*hugs*
seftiri: ADA Novakseftiri on January 8th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
Your icon! That's the Olivia from my dream! Except there was more scowling in my dream. And more donuts.

*hugs back*

I want a Casey dream tonight, dammit! ::shaketh fist::
Katie: Thumbs Uporacledelphi617 on January 8th, 2006 09:29 pm (UTC)
But Alex is more interested in finding her long lost daughter and Olivia is apparently down for the count with a plate of donuts.

All I have to say is: LOL! I have bizarre dreams like this as well, though never with quite the same panache.
seftiri: Mar Joyful Heartseftiri on January 8th, 2006 09:33 pm (UTC)
Panache, eh? Well that's better than thinking my parents did a lot of drugs right before they got pregnant with me....

LOL

Glad you enjoyed it.

Strangely enough, now I'm hungry for donuts. LOL
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seftiriseftiri on January 8th, 2006 09:35 pm (UTC)
But Granger(teh defense lawyer) told her when she got out they'd go on a date, and she vomited. I'll never forget that as long as I live.

LOLOLOLOL That's perfect!

Why couldn't they do that on the show??? I'd laugh my ass off!

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seftiri: DN Joyseftiri on January 8th, 2006 09:52 pm (UTC)
She totally would! LOL
Trublu: contenttrublusvufan on January 9th, 2006 01:36 am (UTC)
" Is it really so difficult to have the correct ADA in my dreams?"

You'd think it'd be easier, wouldn't you? The one thing we should be able to control... you wanna dream about going on a glorious cruise, and you end up dreaming about the American judicial system.

Yay for our brains.
seftiri: Blissseftiri on January 9th, 2006 02:28 am (UTC)
Yeah, yay for our brains. LOL

Soon, though, right? The law of averages must be turning in my favor soon.

::she hopes::
Catherine: LMAOshinko0278 on January 9th, 2006 03:09 am (UTC)
...gives it to Olivia, whose only visible response was to try and eat the entire donut tray in about three bites.
LOL
Not a dream you wanted but it's pretty cool all the same. And the whole hand thing, I have a term for that it's called TMS (Tuxedo Mask syndrome). Sorry I was a big Sailor Moon fan a few years ago and came up with the name. This guy would go to sleep and become a super hero while he was asleep and never knew it and wake up with strange injuries. Happens to me all the time tho. Waking up with unexplained injuries. Of course I kick in my sleep so it tends to lead to bruises in the morning.
seftiri: NovakJusticeseftiri on January 9th, 2006 03:41 pm (UTC)
TMS, eh? I suppose that could be as logical an explanation as any! :D

I wonder, then, who I hit because whoever it was did not fight back. LOL
Shut up and smile: TtV staremorningafter2 on January 9th, 2006 05:43 am (UTC)
Yipes. An Alex dream? Is it possible you were delivered the wrong dream and some poor Alex fan woke up screaming with nightmares (in theeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiir mind) of Casey? Okay, fine. Unlikely.

You have the coolest dreams. Not in the Alex-was-there sense, just... that your subconscious can put together a story like that. Mine can barely form something vaguely resembling coherent.

Count your blessings, at least you got to see Olivia. Even if she was a scowly donut-devouring grump. And maybe this Alex dream means more Casey dreams to come? Always darkest right before dawn and all that.

(Gee, can you tell that it's not just my subconscious that's incoherent anymore?)
seftiri: Benson Cute Smileseftiri on January 9th, 2006 03:44 pm (UTC)
Dearest, from your lips to God's ears is all I can say.

I don't remember a single dream I had last night and that's probably a good thing. :)

But yes, it is definitely time for more Casey dreams!

I wish I could put in an order, like you do for food in the hospital?

"Yes, tonight I'd like the Casey dream with a side of Olivia. Oh, and can you add the Monkey Sex to that? Make it hot. And key lime pie for dessert. Kthx."
Shut up and smilemorningafter2 on January 9th, 2006 08:07 pm (UTC)
Better to not remember anything than to remember Alex, I suppose?

Unfortunately, we can't order our dreams, or mine would never include man-eating textbooks. (I'm not kidding...)

Good luck with the Casey dreams, and even better luck with the C/O dreams.