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Dec. 7th, 2003 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfiona99ierdest dream ever Saturday night
It started out with this friend of mine taking part in this crazed drinking competition, only they were underwater. They were drinking this light blue fluorescent stuff called cin (pronounced like sin in the dream) and anyway, the friend won the bout and jumped out into the air while the other guy's eyes bulged out of his head and I think he might have ended up dead.
We were in this big dark hall that seemed to be some sort of meeting place. And everyone had little tubs of this cin stuff in little pots like lip gloss. It had the general consistency of hair wax and felt rather like it too. It turns out that this is some mad designer drug that seemed to be some truly messed up version of LSD and ecstacy combined.
This other friend, who might have organised the first friend's bouts of drinking the stuff (it appeared to be some underground thing like bare-knuckle boxing), sets off on a motorbike. But we stay there and someone says he's been in an accident. So we go to investigate and there's an old fashioned farmhouse with these strange hen-pigeon hybrid things. Everyone treated them like hens but they flew like pigeons.
Anyway there were thousands of them in this courtyard at the farmhouse and some of them had been squashed flat but the farmer said those were the losses that came with the job.
So we went back to the hall. And I was some sort of person trying to outlaw these cin-drinking bouts and, despite it being this friend's livelihood, he was backing me up.
Something I can't quite remember happened and then we were back at the farmhouse. Then we got back to the hall and this bad guy (he looked rather like Peter Lorre with glasses) who may have been related to the guy who'd been drinking against my friend, said that he'd hold one last bout. And for some reason I agreed to go into it instead of my friend...
And then the phone woke me up luckily enough.
Such a wierd-ass dream. I mean most of the images I can explain because we'd been talking about them and I'd been thinking about hair gel/wax. That particular colour of blue had been used for lighting in a Changing Rooms room that night.
But the drugs thing? It's beyond me.
I dread to think what Freud would have made of it. Probably not to drink pink vodka.
New Travis song is a bit meh. But I'm still going seeing them on tour no matter what or who.
I may buy the Darkness's Christmas song not just because it is a fantastic record but because it will royally piss Zane Lowe off.
Just heard the Lost Prophets doing a metal version of La Timberlake's 'Cry Me A River'. Rather worryingly I prefer the original but this is still pretty damn cool. Anyway, they're supposed to be hitting the US sometime soon. Their sound's pretty difficult to describe but just download 'Burn, Burn' by them. It's their best track IMO, and pretty stonking. Failing that, 'Shinobi v the Dragon Ninja' or whatever it's called, which I don't like but other people do.
Aski Disco (German electro band) are also to be recommended to the hilt.
My inability to spell Avrogado and his blasted constant would be helped if the spellcheck didn't spell it Avocado's constant.
Got randomly attacked by the Shag week thing. Due to it being world's AIDS day the Union has this whole safe sex thing going on. So I got stopped. Now normally I'd be nice and chatty but my body had decided that pouring blood out of my vagina was more important and, to be frank, sex was the last thing on my mind.
But the condom, which makes a grand total of 2 in my possesion, will probably tide me over until I'm a corpse. My love-life - it's non-existant.
Hall Ball on Friday (meaning I miss Cade-ass). But all the boys in suits will be worth it.
Hall Ball - had a blast. An absolute blast. And I spoke to the bloke who now has a name. Admittedly I sounded insane but hey I can write that off due to drink. But yes, actually being able to speak to him is a huge step forward. For some unknown reason he renders me speechless. And I'm not a shy person, hello, I am the mingling queen.
However on a similar tip I have developed a nervous stammer. Not the entire truth, I've always had a nervous stammer, I just don't get that nervous often, or indeed ever since I hit 13. Gah, regression much.
Just heard a dance remix of something by Coldplay, and it works.
I think I may have got a hook on the evil essay of doom.
Essay of doom update - it stands at 1019 words. It has taken me 8 hours give or take to write 7kb on a word doc. Argh!
Westwood and Busta Rhymes, high as kites on the radio - what have we learnt -> never do radio high.
Was reading round on Law and Order: SVU and I have discovered that a character played by Ice-T ends up partnered up with Munch. Please let this be shown in the UK when I am at home and can therefore watch it. Ice-T!!!!!! Munch!!!!!
My love of Munch knows no bounds.
It started out with this friend of mine taking part in this crazed drinking competition, only they were underwater. They were drinking this light blue fluorescent stuff called cin (pronounced like sin in the dream) and anyway, the friend won the bout and jumped out into the air while the other guy's eyes bulged out of his head and I think he might have ended up dead.
We were in this big dark hall that seemed to be some sort of meeting place. And everyone had little tubs of this cin stuff in little pots like lip gloss. It had the general consistency of hair wax and felt rather like it too. It turns out that this is some mad designer drug that seemed to be some truly messed up version of LSD and ecstacy combined.
This other friend, who might have organised the first friend's bouts of drinking the stuff (it appeared to be some underground thing like bare-knuckle boxing), sets off on a motorbike. But we stay there and someone says he's been in an accident. So we go to investigate and there's an old fashioned farmhouse with these strange hen-pigeon hybrid things. Everyone treated them like hens but they flew like pigeons.
Anyway there were thousands of them in this courtyard at the farmhouse and some of them had been squashed flat but the farmer said those were the losses that came with the job.
So we went back to the hall. And I was some sort of person trying to outlaw these cin-drinking bouts and, despite it being this friend's livelihood, he was backing me up.
Something I can't quite remember happened and then we were back at the farmhouse. Then we got back to the hall and this bad guy (he looked rather like Peter Lorre with glasses) who may have been related to the guy who'd been drinking against my friend, said that he'd hold one last bout. And for some reason I agreed to go into it instead of my friend...
And then the phone woke me up luckily enough.
Such a wierd-ass dream. I mean most of the images I can explain because we'd been talking about them and I'd been thinking about hair gel/wax. That particular colour of blue had been used for lighting in a Changing Rooms room that night.
But the drugs thing? It's beyond me.
I dread to think what Freud would have made of it. Probably not to drink pink vodka.
New Travis song is a bit meh. But I'm still going seeing them on tour no matter what or who.
I may buy the Darkness's Christmas song not just because it is a fantastic record but because it will royally piss Zane Lowe off.
Just heard the Lost Prophets doing a metal version of La Timberlake's 'Cry Me A River'. Rather worryingly I prefer the original but this is still pretty damn cool. Anyway, they're supposed to be hitting the US sometime soon. Their sound's pretty difficult to describe but just download 'Burn, Burn' by them. It's their best track IMO, and pretty stonking. Failing that, 'Shinobi v the Dragon Ninja' or whatever it's called, which I don't like but other people do.
Aski Disco (German electro band) are also to be recommended to the hilt.
My inability to spell Avrogado and his blasted constant would be helped if the spellcheck didn't spell it Avocado's constant.
Got randomly attacked by the Shag week thing. Due to it being world's AIDS day the Union has this whole safe sex thing going on. So I got stopped. Now normally I'd be nice and chatty but my body had decided that pouring blood out of my vagina was more important and, to be frank, sex was the last thing on my mind.
But the condom, which makes a grand total of 2 in my possesion, will probably tide me over until I'm a corpse. My love-life - it's non-existant.
Hall Ball on Friday (meaning I miss Cade-ass). But all the boys in suits will be worth it.
Hall Ball - had a blast. An absolute blast. And I spoke to the bloke who now has a name. Admittedly I sounded insane but hey I can write that off due to drink. But yes, actually being able to speak to him is a huge step forward. For some unknown reason he renders me speechless. And I'm not a shy person, hello, I am the mingling queen.
However on a similar tip I have developed a nervous stammer. Not the entire truth, I've always had a nervous stammer, I just don't get that nervous often, or indeed ever since I hit 13. Gah, regression much.
Just heard a dance remix of something by Coldplay, and it works.
I think I may have got a hook on the evil essay of doom.
Essay of doom update - it stands at 1019 words. It has taken me 8 hours give or take to write 7kb on a word doc. Argh!
Westwood and Busta Rhymes, high as kites on the radio - what have we learnt -> never do radio high.
Was reading round on Law and Order: SVU and I have discovered that a character played by Ice-T ends up partnered up with Munch. Please let this be shown in the UK when I am at home and can therefore watch it. Ice-T!!!!!! Munch!!!!!
My love of Munch knows no bounds.
