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cleolindaI had a bit of a lie-down to get rid of a headache, and I had the weirdest dream. I know other people's dreams are boring, but it involves ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotr_news, so those folks at least might be interested.
So. I dreamed that I was in this motel room with cheap wood-paneled walls and a dirty dark moss-green carpet. It was a very Fiona Apple kind of motel room, I'll put it that way. As the dream went on, I got the feeling that I lived there, or it was at least my center of operations, so to speak. There was a bed sort of in the foreground, just the corner, like it was offscreen. And I was always sitting on the floor, with everything piled around me--books and papers and laptop and things (but that's normal for me. Except that I don't have a laptop).
And I had a baby. I think I remembered giving birth in flashback, and it was a very quick and painless birth. I was very proud of this. When the dream started, I think it was a normal sized baby (boy), but by the end, I apparently just decided it had always been Thumbelina-sized. And I seem to remember it being pretty ugly. Like, not Eraserhead ugly, but... it wasn't a cutie-wutie little thumb-sized baby. But I loved it. I made a bed for it in a martini glass. (I don't drink martinis.) By the end of the dream, I had some errand I had to run, and when I came back, the martini glass had been turned over and I think Sister Girl had LET THE CAT COME IN AND EAT MY BABY. She had apparently decided that thumb-sized babies were not of the Lord and was in a big white churchly room with an oven, burning thumb-sized baby dolls in case I got it into my head to "voodoo" another one for myself. I was extremely upset, as I had legitimately given birth to this thumb-sized baby, and had been trying to get in touch with the father, with whom I had apparently had a one-night stand. But I had this feeling that if only he knew, he would come help me, so I had gone tolotr_news for help in tracking him down. And now my sister had done away with my baby, or hidden it--I had a feeling it was still alive somewhere.
Cleolinda: so I was desperately trying to find my baby, and thinking, "And I was already having enough problems trying to get Elijah Wood to admit paternity!," and then I woke up
Vladimir: heeeeeee
Vladimir: sorry, just for the last bit
Cleolinda: dude, for the whole thing!
Vladimir: but it's an amazing dream
Cleolinda: I woke up really, really upset
Vladimir: no! it's very intimate and actually profound
Vladimir: may I say what I think of it?
Cleolinda: also, I think there was a boy band involved. They were also thumb-sized. Well, more finger-sized.
Finis.
Oh, P.S.:
Vladimir: it's about the anxieties you have regarding the sources and the possible disappointments of your personal - personal, as opposed to "what they all expect" - expression
Cleolinda:
ETA: It had to be done. (Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
despotliz for the improved icon.)
lotr_news, so those folks at least might be interested. So. I dreamed that I was in this motel room with cheap wood-paneled walls and a dirty dark moss-green carpet. It was a very Fiona Apple kind of motel room, I'll put it that way. As the dream went on, I got the feeling that I lived there, or it was at least my center of operations, so to speak. There was a bed sort of in the foreground, just the corner, like it was offscreen. And I was always sitting on the floor, with everything piled around me--books and papers and laptop and things (but that's normal for me. Except that I don't have a laptop).
And I had a baby. I think I remembered giving birth in flashback, and it was a very quick and painless birth. I was very proud of this. When the dream started, I think it was a normal sized baby (boy), but by the end, I apparently just decided it had always been Thumbelina-sized. And I seem to remember it being pretty ugly. Like, not Eraserhead ugly, but... it wasn't a cutie-wutie little thumb-sized baby. But I loved it. I made a bed for it in a martini glass. (I don't drink martinis.) By the end of the dream, I had some errand I had to run, and when I came back, the martini glass had been turned over and I think Sister Girl had LET THE CAT COME IN AND EAT MY BABY. She had apparently decided that thumb-sized babies were not of the Lord and was in a big white churchly room with an oven, burning thumb-sized baby dolls in case I got it into my head to "voodoo" another one for myself. I was extremely upset, as I had legitimately given birth to this thumb-sized baby, and had been trying to get in touch with the father, with whom I had apparently had a one-night stand. But I had this feeling that if only he knew, he would come help me, so I had gone to
lotr_news for help in tracking him down. And now my sister had done away with my baby, or hidden it--I had a feeling it was still alive somewhere.Cleolinda: so I was desperately trying to find my baby, and thinking, "And I was already having enough problems trying to get Elijah Wood to admit paternity!," and then I woke up
Vladimir: heeeeeee
Vladimir: sorry, just for the last bit
Cleolinda: dude, for the whole thing!
Vladimir: but it's an amazing dream
Cleolinda: I woke up really, really upset
Vladimir: no! it's very intimate and actually profound
Vladimir: may I say what I think of it?
Cleolinda: also, I think there was a boy band involved. They were also thumb-sized. Well, more finger-sized.
Finis.
Oh, P.S.:
Vladimir: it's about the anxieties you have regarding the sources and the possible disappointments of your personal - personal, as opposed to "what they all expect" - expression
Cleolinda:
ETA: It had to be done. (Thanks to
despotliz for the improved icon.)
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Date: 2004-03-30 03:56 pm (UTC)(hee!)
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:08 pm (UTC)(Whyyyyyyy was Elijah Wood the father of my thumb-sized baby?)
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:13 pm (UTC)(tee hee)
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:14 pm (UTC)(hee)
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:17 pm (UTC)"Baaaaabiesssss. Thumbssssiizzzzzed"
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 04:17 pm (UTC)(still hee)
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:24 pm (UTC)I hope we find him soonit's all your fault!no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 04:28 pm (UTC)i hope we find him too! i'm sure he hasn't been eatenno subject
Date: 2004-03-30 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 04:23 pm (UTC)NAT IS THE FATHER OF THE THUMB SIZED BABY! OMG!!!
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:26 pm (UTC)[poor cleo: vladimir was much more helpful than we are!]
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:49 pm (UTC)I'm, like, psychic.
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Date: 2004-03-30 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 04:56 pm (UTC)lotr_news: Helping you find the babydaddy of your thumb-sized offspring since 2003.
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Date: 2004-03-31 12:29 pm (UTC)Really want to use that. Must. Resist.
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Date: 2004-03-31 12:31 pm (UTC)You know, I realize now that we've done a very bad thing, in terms of maintaining the reputation of lotr_news as a serious news sour... okay, I couldn't finish that with a straight face. Carry on. ;)
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Date: 2004-03-31 12:38 pm (UTC)Don't think we ever had a serious reputation to begin with (certainly not if anyone reads the comments regularly) so we might just get away with it!
I dare you.
OK!
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Date: 2004-03-31 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-30 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-30 06:04 pm (UTC)If I turn anti alias off I get something like this:
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Date: 2004-03-30 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 06:17 pm (UTC)http://www.srcf.ucam.org/~emb51/userpics/babydaddy3.png should be working. I fiddled with the text already. :)
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Date: 2004-03-30 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 06:22 pm (UTC)I still haven't used my psychic powers to find the babydaddy, though.
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Date: 2004-03-30 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 06:30 pm (UTC)But hey, it's 3:30am over here, and I'm not putting effort into anything involving standing up or wearing clothes other than pyjamas right now.
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Date: 2004-03-30 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-30 10:37 pm (UTC)I'm squirting tears out of my eyes, I'm laughing so hard.
And Elijah may well be my future husband, but still, HE MUST BE MADE TO PAY.
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Date: 2004-03-31 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-18 11:03 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, I am ready to defend you once someone says that you have a hidden desire for Elijah Wood, sistah.