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gun_smoke_blue) wrote2009-05-27 09:23 am
gun_smoke_blue) wrote2009-05-27 09:23 am
And now for something completely unrelated
I've been having a pretty surreal recurring dream for the last couple of weeks. I call it the Moustache Dream.
As you may have guessed, the dream starts with me looking in a mirror and admiring my new facial hair. It looks my uncle's handlebar moustache, except less gray and peppery. I'm hyperventilating with worry and perhaps a little bit of a spaz attack, because hello female sprouting a beard.
In the dream my mother comes in and is helpful in her own special brand of helpful by saying, "Well, we can always bleach it.""
My father, in my dream who is just conveniently right behind my mother, just shakes his head and sighs. Not so different in real life.
It's when I wander outside, though, that things start taking a turn for the worse.
The entire campus is out enjoying the sun in my dream, and as one they all turn and stare at me. Everything is silent.
Then they all start screaming.
Cue a massive rush of panicked people away from the strange Asian girl with facial hair. Sometimes people scream, "Yeti!" And other times they just scream. People I know and like are in the crowd. My boyfriend. My friends. My professors. Sometimes Brad Pitt.
Once, after a conversation with Ki in which she showed me all these martial arts videos, the muay Thai star Tony Jaa was in there too. He was shirtless. :D That was fun.
Then, usually, a well-meaning citizen comes up to me with a shaver/ razor/industrial-sized shears/meat cleaver and offers to "take care of that strange thing on your face".
This is usually when I scream to high heaven and jolt awake, flailing in bed and falling off.
...0__0
I think I need a therapist. I had this dream again last night. Adrien Brody was in it this time. *mournful* He was wearing a suit, too.
As you may have guessed, the dream starts with me looking in a mirror and admiring my new facial hair. It looks my uncle's handlebar moustache, except less gray and peppery. I'm hyperventilating with worry and perhaps a little bit of a spaz attack, because hello female sprouting a beard.
In the dream my mother comes in and is helpful in her own special brand of helpful by saying, "Well, we can always bleach it.""
My father, in my dream who is just conveniently right behind my mother, just shakes his head and sighs. Not so different in real life.
It's when I wander outside, though, that things start taking a turn for the worse.
The entire campus is out enjoying the sun in my dream, and as one they all turn and stare at me. Everything is silent.
Then they all start screaming.
Cue a massive rush of panicked people away from the strange Asian girl with facial hair. Sometimes people scream, "Yeti!" And other times they just scream. People I know and like are in the crowd. My boyfriend. My friends. My professors. Sometimes Brad Pitt.
Once, after a conversation with Ki in which she showed me all these martial arts videos, the muay Thai star Tony Jaa was in there too. He was shirtless. :D That was fun.
Then, usually, a well-meaning citizen comes up to me with a shaver/ razor/industrial-sized shears/meat cleaver and offers to "take care of that strange thing on your face".
This is usually when I scream to high heaven and jolt awake, flailing in bed and falling off.
...0__0
I think I need a therapist. I had this dream again last night. Adrien Brody was in it this time. *mournful* He was wearing a suit, too.