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Feb. 2nd, 2005 07:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAnd lo, again with the crack-smoking dreams.
I'm on a sub. For no readily apparent reason. Actually, first I'm filming a movie with Rutger Hauer in it. Apparently it's a movie about a book I've read. It's directed by Ridley Scott. Yes, now I know exactly who to blame for this and all subsequent dreams. Or at least all subsequent dreams tonight. It involves me and Rutger Hauer sitting at a table and suddenly people burst in and draw guns -- it's a sting operation? And I upend the table, shoot back, go out the window backwards. And then he yells cut and we start over again. The table, meanwhile, is falling in slow-motion onto the tennis court below, where it lands perfectly straight-up. I make a joke about table tennis.
Ridley Scott gives us all praise and criticism, and we shoot the scene again.
Except then somehow Rutger Hauer and I are on a sub. we walk out of that room and we're on a submarine. And people from my high school are walking by. I don't ask. It's still that one guy's fault. Somethign happens, the submarine starts to tilt downwards (still that one guy's fault, 'cause this is what happened in the Shadowrun game he's running) and we all have to go to one side of the sub. So we do. And keep working on whatever it was we were working on; I grab a computer and start typing, since apparently there's some 'write as much as you can in ten minutes' exercise going on, and I'm thinking hah. I can so beat this. And Rutger Hauer (whose name I apparently cannot separate) just sort of looks at me and chuckles.
And then, somehow, we're on a raft. In that weird river/jungle world I've dreamt about before. And we land on ... a something. Atoll? Only I get bored. So he scoops me up in his arms and we go flying. Under my power, but apparently I can fly with him as well. Curious. So we fly around. And eventually I leave him on a monkey platform for some reason, apparently because he looks like a monkey except, apart from being big and chunky, I dont' see how. Ron Perlman, yes. He looks like an ape. Anyway. I go off flying and get my leg grabbed and held by a gator. Because apparently they're in the water and they can jump like mofos, or something. But there's no blood, it's just... holding onto me. And everyone's freaking out, and eventually I t-k the thing offa me.
And. Um. I think that's it. That's all I can remember anyway.
And it's all the MusicMan's fault.
I'm on a sub. For no readily apparent reason. Actually, first I'm filming a movie with Rutger Hauer in it. Apparently it's a movie about a book I've read. It's directed by Ridley Scott. Yes, now I know exactly who to blame for this and all subsequent dreams. Or at least all subsequent dreams tonight. It involves me and Rutger Hauer sitting at a table and suddenly people burst in and draw guns -- it's a sting operation? And I upend the table, shoot back, go out the window backwards. And then he yells cut and we start over again. The table, meanwhile, is falling in slow-motion onto the tennis court below, where it lands perfectly straight-up. I make a joke about table tennis.
Ridley Scott gives us all praise and criticism, and we shoot the scene again.
Except then somehow Rutger Hauer and I are on a sub. we walk out of that room and we're on a submarine. And people from my high school are walking by. I don't ask. It's still that one guy's fault. Somethign happens, the submarine starts to tilt downwards (still that one guy's fault, 'cause this is what happened in the Shadowrun game he's running) and we all have to go to one side of the sub. So we do. And keep working on whatever it was we were working on; I grab a computer and start typing, since apparently there's some 'write as much as you can in ten minutes' exercise going on, and I'm thinking hah. I can so beat this. And Rutger Hauer (whose name I apparently cannot separate) just sort of looks at me and chuckles.
And then, somehow, we're on a raft. In that weird river/jungle world I've dreamt about before. And we land on ... a something. Atoll? Only I get bored. So he scoops me up in his arms and we go flying. Under my power, but apparently I can fly with him as well. Curious. So we fly around. And eventually I leave him on a monkey platform for some reason, apparently because he looks like a monkey except, apart from being big and chunky, I dont' see how. Ron Perlman, yes. He looks like an ape. Anyway. I go off flying and get my leg grabbed and held by a gator. Because apparently they're in the water and they can jump like mofos, or something. But there's no blood, it's just... holding onto me. And everyone's freaking out, and eventually I t-k the thing offa me.
And. Um. I think that's it. That's all I can remember anyway.
And it's all the MusicMan's fault.