Dreaming again

[featherynscale]

As you may have noticed, nothing of interest has happened in my real life of late, mostly because 90% of my real life currently involves working, sleeping, personal maintenance, or doing things for Gaia, and the other 10% seems to be comprised of mindless reading and gaming to come down from the initial 90%.

However! Tonight I am going to see TOOL with triadruid, kittenpants and niveus_tigris. So that should be fun/interesting/deafening.

So, since real life is boring, here's a disturbing dream update:

In the beginning of the dream, I'm doing some sort of CM ritual near a bridge. This attracts the attention of some santeros who live under the bridge, and they come over and tell me that I need to get initiated. I tell them I'm not really going that way, but I appreciate the info. They tell me I will at least need the Warriors. I consider this and go on.

When I get home, (which is the house my grandmother used to live in, and is often where I encounter gods, demons, and other unlikely characters), there has been a car crash on my lawn. When I say "car crash", I mean someone has driven into the willow tree on the lawn (which is much larger and sturdier in the dreamworld) and wrecked himself all to hell and gone. This seems to have just occurred, so I yell to the house and kittenpants and triadruid come out so we can pull the driver out of the car and call ambulances and things. We pull the driver out of the car, and it turns out to be Johnny Depp. We think out loud, "Well, that's weird" and bring him into the house to wait for the paramedics. I'm in the kitchen on the phone with the EMTs, and I see him wandering through the house. kittenpants tries to herd him back to a sitting position, preferably on the couch, but he's not having it. We end up putting him in the bathtub as a compromise. Somehow, in the course of this adventure, he manages to drink all the whiskey in the house, and we're thinking that's probably not good, but by the time we realize it, it's too late.

When the ambulance comes, it's followed by saffronhare, agrnmn and their kidlets. The EMTs yell at us for letting an injured man drink so much, but they do take him away, which is a relief, because he was pretty obnoxious and also bleeding all over things. The rest of the folks stay, and we're talking about how odd the day has been, when suddenly, Princess Boredom says to me "You have a spider on your shirt!"

And lo, there is a spider on my shirt. I knock it to the ground. It is a big orange-red spider about the size of my hand, and it is glittering as if it were encrusted with rhinestones. It is also sort of lumpy or spiky, in the way that a crab's shell is. It reminds me a bit of the jeweled crabs smashed by Vogons in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I freak right out. I smash it with my shoe, but miss and only end up tearing off it's back two legs. So it is now crippled, but still pretty effing speedy. It runs across the floor and onto the marble table. I grab a magazine and smash it again. This time it is certainly dead, in an awful, oozy sort of way.

It only oozes for a moment, though, and then mummifies almost immediately. The dead husk of the thing is still shiny, and Princess !Kaboom goes over to pick it up. We're all horrified. Everyone is screaming, "No! Don't touch it!", but nobody is able to move. She wanders right up to it and grabs it.

At that moment, I wake up convinced that smashing the spider was the Wrong Thing To Do in a mythological sense. I felt like somehow that dream-action was going to set me way back in some real-life progress.

Comments

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

So that should be fun/interesting/deafening.

For those that would like to retain their sense of hearing, I grabbed earplugs yesterday. I even got 4 sets...

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

It's such a dilemma. On the one hand, earplugs make sense from a preservation of bodily functions standpoint. On the other, they isolate you from the totality of the concert experience. I appreciate the offer, though.

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

Whichever works for you... I picked them up because the Big Kitty has been having some problems after concerts, so he wanted them. You're welcome to take a set and use or not as your adventure feels appropriate.

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

I'll probably borrow/take a set (are earplugs the sort of thing you give back?). I'm Getting Old™, you know, and need all the hearing I can get these days.

Especially if they're the malleable, divisible type. I only really want about half the protection the usual sort provide.

[wildnsquirrelly.livejournal.com]

Is there some reason Johnny Depp should NOT show up at the house in which you meet deities and demons? I mean, if the guy'd make up his mind about it I'm sure he could take his pick of either, and either side would be offer a warm welcome.

Note to self: When expecting Johnny Depp stock up on booze.


Was he with his hippo-helpers? Ole'!!

Hippos.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

No, silly. Hippos don't fit in his car. Besides which, where would I have put them? I mean, the bathtub is the logical place for hippos, but then, where would I have put him? And then, there's the possibility that it could have been a blazing car wreck, and then the hippos would have been ON FIRE, which is patently unacceptable to me.

Further, I thought it was Octavio Greenjello who had the hippo helpers, and he was just played by Johnny Depp in the movie version. Unless Octavio Greenjello was the kid with the gorilla. I get confused sometimes.

It is worth mentioning, too, that the word "Ole'!" never fails to crack me the fuck up in any situation.

Re: Hippos.

[wildnsquirrelly.livejournal.com]

As I recall, it's Mr. Depp that was supposed to fix some plumbing problem or another with his hippo-helpers. Octavio Greenjello and the Magical Gorrilla was your creation. Keep in mind also, that they're pygmy hippos, so they'd probably fit in the car. I would guess that they'd be a bit more resilient than The Eternal Wino. Can't say I enjoy the idea of them being barbecued any more than you would, but I think you & the rest of E3 would have managed to win their undying loyalty by being there to save the day. Problem though- If they were there you'd be out of booze AND food. Not good.

Re: Hippos.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

No good, this mindless hippo-targeted violence. I stand for the protection and preservation of hippos in all circumstances, and if it came to pass that there were hippos in a car that was on fire, and I could save the hippos or a human driver, I might choose the hippos. I am hippo-friendly. For lo, they are bastards, and I like that.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Also, while I am not above deifying real people, I do have some criteria for that, which Johnny Depp does not meet.

I haven't really thought about them much, but the ones I'm pretty solid on are:
1. Must be dead.
2. Must have been worshipped.
3. Must seem likely to have power over some specific area.

[wildnsquirrelly.livejournal.com]

1) He DID die. Nobody told me so.

2) If mass sacrificing their Hard Earned Dollars every weekend to see him doesn't count as worship, I'm not quite sure what does.

3) I'm positive Eris could find something that's pique his interest.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

No, see. He's not dead. So that's out on the first count. I'm willing to let your defense of his fulfillment of the second criteria pass, since our society's obsession with celebrities is akin to worship. But the third thing, no. If you want to be a god, you have to find your own thing to be a god of. No fair getting other deities to do your dirty work for you.

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

Your spider reminds me significantly of the 7-legged variety found in Anansi Boys. Maybe that's related? And yes, killing that one would have been a Bad Thing™, so...

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was pretty sure it was because we were talking about Anansi in the context of story-telling at EiR on Monday. kittenpants made him a new little bead-spider, which has a red coral abdomen.

Curses!

[erusumbros.livejournal.com]

I was unable to snag any tickets to the show, and I even tried to get them from 98.9 The Rock by phoning in.

Have a good time tonight, and be sure to yell "Good Shit Maynard" when appropriate.

Re: Curses!

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I thought you guys didn't want to go! Bah, then. Apparently, it sold out with unbelievable quickness. I think tickets went on sale at 11 a.m., and by the time I was able to actually get to the bit about the tickets, which was like 11:02, all the floor tickets were gone.

And of course, I will be yelling a lot of shit when appropriate. Or when inappropriate, either way.

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Well, huh. (I'd say stay tuned, I'll think of something clever and insightful to say here, but I'd be lying.)
.
::blink::

Uh-huh.

[matchgirl42.livejournal.com]

Any excuse to get Johnny Depp liquored up and in a bathtub sounds like a good excuse to me. ;)

And YAY Tool! Enjoy the show. :)

[chainwoman.livejournal.com]

*Jealous*

But really happy I did not waste my money on the Depeche Mode concert...

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was too. When I discovered that there would be DM and then Tool in quick succession, I was torn for about half a second. But now I see that I chose wisely. The Tool show was fantastic.