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featherynscaleAnd I knew this because I had just woken up from this dream:
In the dream, it's summer, we're having a party at EHQ. Or rather, we're getting ready to have a party.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittenpants and I are arriving home from the grocery store with a metric goatload of food. We go in, put away the food, she starts to cook. I go outside on the front lawn to set up some sort of lawn game involving super soakers and a large purple thing that looks not entirely unlike the cheap Wal-mart version of the Stargate.
Things are going well. People are starting to arrive and amuse themselves in various ways mostly involving fruity girl drinks with umbrellas in them. People are on the roof, throwing things down to the lawn. I announce them as they fall.
"Incoming, bouncy balls!"
"Incoming, squirrel!"
"Incoming, tub of jell-o!"
Then, suddenly, "Incoming, paratrooper!"
A single soldier or possibly policeman in riot gear drops from the sky onto our roof. About this time, a white, windowless van (much like the one that the Trinity saw driving down Metcalf last night) pulls into the driveway. A bunch of Agent Smiths pile out of it, and start to fan out. One has a clipboard. He approaches me.
"May we have permission to enter the property?" he asks.
I look at him as if he is a moron. "You just dropped a guy out of the sky onto our roof. You are already on the property. No, I don't give permission. You're already here and you're trespassing. I can't believe you even bothered to ask."
He grabs me by the wrist and drags me into the house. He takes me into the dining room and sits me at the table. There are two more agents in here, and a sobbing girl. They tell the girl, "It's okay. You can tell us. We already got the whole story from [Mazzy Star? possibly]."
The agent holding on to me points to the girl. "Lori, here, is about to spill her guts. You might as well talk, too."
By this time I am beyond just normal, everyday pissed off and into grevious bodily harm mad. I wrench out of his grip and start looking for something with which to defend myself.
At this point, the alarm goes off and I wake up.
In the dream, it's summer, we're having a party at EHQ. Or rather, we're getting ready to have a party.
kittenpants and I are arriving home from the grocery store with a metric goatload of food. We go in, put away the food, she starts to cook. I go outside on the front lawn to set up some sort of lawn game involving super soakers and a large purple thing that looks not entirely unlike the cheap Wal-mart version of the Stargate. Things are going well. People are starting to arrive and amuse themselves in various ways mostly involving fruity girl drinks with umbrellas in them. People are on the roof, throwing things down to the lawn. I announce them as they fall.
"Incoming, bouncy balls!"
"Incoming, squirrel!"
"Incoming, tub of jell-o!"
Then, suddenly, "Incoming, paratrooper!"
A single soldier or possibly policeman in riot gear drops from the sky onto our roof. About this time, a white, windowless van (much like the one that the Trinity saw driving down Metcalf last night) pulls into the driveway. A bunch of Agent Smiths pile out of it, and start to fan out. One has a clipboard. He approaches me.
"May we have permission to enter the property?" he asks.
I look at him as if he is a moron. "You just dropped a guy out of the sky onto our roof. You are already on the property. No, I don't give permission. You're already here and you're trespassing. I can't believe you even bothered to ask."
He grabs me by the wrist and drags me into the house. He takes me into the dining room and sits me at the table. There are two more agents in here, and a sobbing girl. They tell the girl, "It's okay. You can tell us. We already got the whole story from [Mazzy Star? possibly]."
The agent holding on to me points to the girl. "Lori, here, is about to spill her guts. You might as well talk, too."
By this time I am beyond just normal, everyday pissed off and into grevious bodily harm mad. I wrench out of his grip and start looking for something with which to defend myself.
At this point, the alarm goes off and I wake up.
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Re: dreams
Date: 2004-11-08 09:28 am (UTC)