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fairjennetGah. I just woke up from the weirdest dream.
I was wandering around this huge school/hospital along with a bunch of people wearing roller-skates. Apparently, I had just given birth, and I kept patting my belly to reassure myself it was flat. The nurses hadn't let me see the baby, so I turned to Larry and asked him about it. He handed me a little box filled with an assortment of tiny plastic dolls: a ballerina, a hobbit, a toy soldier, and a three generic baby dolls that were all in parts. I knew I was supposed to pick out which was mine because giving it to a nurse would allow me to claim the real baby. I picked up the white and gray generic baby doll heads, trying to decide which one was mine, and Larry told me I had given birth to twins. I didn't believe him.
After many adventures that I don't really remember (except for being unreasonably hormonal and being furious at Larry for trying to trick me), I finally found a line of nurses carrying infants. The line stopped when I yelled and shook my box of dolls at them. One of the nurses stuck her arm out to show me my new son, whose yellow, triangular name tag showed his name to be Eustace. Then she turned to face me and I saw she was carrying another child on her other arm. I smacked Larry on the shoulder and demanded to know why he hadn't told me we had twins, then leaned over to examine the other child's name tag. This one was a girl named Ann, though she had a longer, secret name written in blue letters, something like Ann-Ariennel. I promptly forgot the secret name and felt terrible about it.
The nurses marched through a door after telling me I could claim the children tomorrow. I wandered around the hospital/school in shock, informing everyone I met that I had given birth to twins and basking in their admiration. An old man out on a balcony politely asked me if I would do him a favor and jump off the ledge. This didn't seem at all rude; he seemed to think I had superpowers because of the twin birth. I looked out over the edge and down into an darkly lit abyss full of swirling colors. I wailed, "I can't!" He looked at me, oh so disappointed, and walked away. So I looked again and saw that the balcony was only two inches or so from the ground. I felt bad for the old man, but I knew it was too late to fulfill his request. He had disappeared into a huge crowd of people who had arrived while I was debating jumping.
We all sat down on wooden benches, and the balcony was once again hovering over the abyss. There was a huge silver pole in front of us that supported five metal arms connected by a circular rim high in the sky. I knew it was a psychic machine, but it looked just like the traffic cameras lining I-10 in Houston. I sat on the first bench beside a man who turned out to be Glorfindel. It seemed that my twin-bearing powers were vitally important to his mission, hence the seat of honor up front.
Glorfindel patted my hand, then stood up to proclaim, "We will now rock the seats in a forward-thrusting motion to represent the divine creative power of the one above!" He sat down and we all began to rock. The balcony seemed like a huge ship and the rocking like the motion of waves. I had trouble finding the rhythm out of sheer embarrassment since it all seemed so very publicly sexual. Glorfindel reached over, without breaking his perfectly synchronized movement, and whapped me on the back of the head. After that I had less trouble. It helped to think of it all in terms of a bizarre maypole dance or other fertility ritual.
When I finally got the hang of it, the huge metal machine burst into white light, then wavy rainbow lines started to flow out of the silver arms. They made beautiful arcs against the blue sky, the dark abyss disappeared, and I realized I was crying. Glorfindel told me not to be so emotional; he had merely saved the world.
Then I woke up.
That'll teach me not drink a full can of Dr. Pepper and then go back to sleep in the morning.
I was wandering around this huge school/hospital along with a bunch of people wearing roller-skates. Apparently, I had just given birth, and I kept patting my belly to reassure myself it was flat. The nurses hadn't let me see the baby, so I turned to Larry and asked him about it. He handed me a little box filled with an assortment of tiny plastic dolls: a ballerina, a hobbit, a toy soldier, and a three generic baby dolls that were all in parts. I knew I was supposed to pick out which was mine because giving it to a nurse would allow me to claim the real baby. I picked up the white and gray generic baby doll heads, trying to decide which one was mine, and Larry told me I had given birth to twins. I didn't believe him.
After many adventures that I don't really remember (except for being unreasonably hormonal and being furious at Larry for trying to trick me), I finally found a line of nurses carrying infants. The line stopped when I yelled and shook my box of dolls at them. One of the nurses stuck her arm out to show me my new son, whose yellow, triangular name tag showed his name to be Eustace. Then she turned to face me and I saw she was carrying another child on her other arm. I smacked Larry on the shoulder and demanded to know why he hadn't told me we had twins, then leaned over to examine the other child's name tag. This one was a girl named Ann, though she had a longer, secret name written in blue letters, something like Ann-Ariennel. I promptly forgot the secret name and felt terrible about it.
The nurses marched through a door after telling me I could claim the children tomorrow. I wandered around the hospital/school in shock, informing everyone I met that I had given birth to twins and basking in their admiration. An old man out on a balcony politely asked me if I would do him a favor and jump off the ledge. This didn't seem at all rude; he seemed to think I had superpowers because of the twin birth. I looked out over the edge and down into an darkly lit abyss full of swirling colors. I wailed, "I can't!" He looked at me, oh so disappointed, and walked away. So I looked again and saw that the balcony was only two inches or so from the ground. I felt bad for the old man, but I knew it was too late to fulfill his request. He had disappeared into a huge crowd of people who had arrived while I was debating jumping.
We all sat down on wooden benches, and the balcony was once again hovering over the abyss. There was a huge silver pole in front of us that supported five metal arms connected by a circular rim high in the sky. I knew it was a psychic machine, but it looked just like the traffic cameras lining I-10 in Houston. I sat on the first bench beside a man who turned out to be Glorfindel. It seemed that my twin-bearing powers were vitally important to his mission, hence the seat of honor up front.
Glorfindel patted my hand, then stood up to proclaim, "We will now rock the seats in a forward-thrusting motion to represent the divine creative power of the one above!" He sat down and we all began to rock. The balcony seemed like a huge ship and the rocking like the motion of waves. I had trouble finding the rhythm out of sheer embarrassment since it all seemed so very publicly sexual. Glorfindel reached over, without breaking his perfectly synchronized movement, and whapped me on the back of the head. After that I had less trouble. It helped to think of it all in terms of a bizarre maypole dance or other fertility ritual.
When I finally got the hang of it, the huge metal machine burst into white light, then wavy rainbow lines started to flow out of the silver arms. They made beautiful arcs against the blue sky, the dark abyss disappeared, and I realized I was crying. Glorfindel told me not to be so emotional; he had merely saved the world.
Then I woke up.
That'll teach me not drink a full can of Dr. Pepper and then go back to sleep in the morning.
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Date: 2007-04-21 07:16 pm (UTC)You know you can read a WHOLE lot into those kinds of dreams.
...I say, it is your Elves trying to tell you to play more with them. O:)
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Date: 2007-04-21 08:41 pm (UTC)And I do need to play more with my elves, though hopefully not in a way even remotely connected to this bizarre dream.