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Well, my subconcious went and did it to me again. Every now and then, for absolutely NO apparent reason, I have these incredibly lucid dreams, usually involving a hunky guy I had absolutely no previous interest in.
Last time it was Antonio Banderas.
I had this dream waaay back last Spring. I wrote it all down in my LJ back then, but in case you missed it...
My husband and I had borrowed my uncle's new car, a bright yellow cooper (sp?) convertible, to go somewhere to do something. I don't know what. And no, my uncle doesn't have a car like that. This is my dream, exactly as it came to me out of the ether.
So we're driving on the inside of a long apartment complex, down a wide central marble hallway. It's a very cushy apartment complex, really upscale. I turn to him and say "We need to get out of this place, we shouldn't be driving down this hall. Drop me off at the next door. I'll wait out front. You take the back exit and meet me out on the street."
So he drops me off at the door and I go outside. Outside, it's a nice bright day. Some kids are playing with a jump rope on the sidewalk. I'm standing there minding my own business and suddenly Antonio Banderas is walking rapidly towards me with a big smile on his face.
Antonio is wearing a really tight, shiny purple satin shirt and faded jeans that are so tight you can almost tell what kind of change he has in his pocket.
"Hi!" he says cheerfully, as if we are great buddies.
"Hey!" I say, as if he's a good pal of mine. "I'm waiting for my husband. We got stuck inside again, so he's bringing the car around"
"Then I will wait with you." Antonio Banderas says with a perfect accent. In my dream, chivalry is apparently not dead. He casually drapes an arm around my shoulders. This feels like the most natural thing in the world.
We casually make some small talk until my husband drives up. He sort of glares at me because, you know...Antonio Banderas has his arm around me.
"Hey!" I say brightly "Look who showed up?"
"Hmph." My husband hmphs, "look who I found."
In the back seat is Don Rickles, drunk, with party streamers draped all over him.
Antonio Banderas helps us get Don Rickles out of the back seat. We thank him and drive away.
After that I can't remember much. Something about flying around in a public park and watching fireworks from a treetop, like a bird. I dunno.
So that was the Antonio Banderas dream. And I don't know why I had it! it's not like I actually ~like~ Antonio Banderas, and yet there he was in my dream.
Now, this time, it's Sayid from "Lost"! You know...this guy. Yeah, this time I have to admit, I saw it coming. I can't help it...he's such a pretty color. And that hair...! The accent! But I digress.
Now, I'm totally addicted to "Lost". I think it's my favorite non-anime tv show right now. What I love most about it is the way it keeps giving you pieces of the puzzle, while at the same time the big picture seems to get more blurred... It's full of strange clues and number sequences that might mean something or nothing at all. My dream kind of goes like that too.
So, in my dream, I'm sitting on a beach. Blinding white sand, blue blue sky, and the waves are so real I can smell the salt as well as hear them crashing. It's hot as hell. I look to my right and see Sayid walking towards me, in a heat shimmer. He's pretty far away. I look back at the ocean. When I look back to my right I don't see anyone, but then I hear/feel Sayid sit down to my left with a whump. This startles the crap out of me. He says "Sorry", and hands me a coconut. It has huge teethmarks in it. I look at him. He looks back. He is VERY VERY REAL. And cute. And a bit sweaty. And his hair is so shiny! He smells good, like coconuts and brown sugar.
I say "Umm..." On account of all the real, cute, shiny sweatiness.
He says (with that awesome ~accent!~, who knew Iraqis could sound so sexy) "Don't you see it? It's right there...and there." :::points to the deep scores in the coconut:::
I say "Oh." Like I get it but I don't, because I'm a bit dense and I don't know why I'm on this beach with Sayid who smells good.
He looks back at the ocean and scowls...but in a cute way (if you've ever seen the show, you know what I mean). "I found three more just like that." He is very very serious.
I sit there, soaking it all in. My toes are in the sand, and they're warm. Sayid who smells like good things shifts a little...HE IS RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I freak a little. I have a lucid moment and think "this is SO not really happening..." and the edges of my dream blurr a little...the ocean sounds stop for a moment. I quickly reconsider my actions and quit contemplating reality. The ocean sounds resume.
Sayid stands abruptly and grabs my wrist, yanking me to my feet. "We better go." He starts trotting towards the water with me in tow. I notice a faded pink surfboard, washing around on the sandpack. He helps me step onto it. Then he grabs my face and looks ~right~ into my eyes and says "Stay safe. Just...don't fall." And he leaves.
So now abruptly I'm trying to balance on this surfboard which is slopping around on the edge of the breaking surf. Of course I hear a roar, and of course it's a HUGE wave coming towards me. I surf up over the crest and I'm in dead water, a flat Sargasso sea. There's no land in sight.
I wake up. The end.
Now, here's what I want to know; why the hell can't I have sexy dreams about cute famous guys like every other normal woman I know? Why are they all "Twin Peaks"-ish and strange? What's up with that?
Also, now I'm totally obsessed with Sayid. I can't wait for Wednesday night.
Late edit: Auuugh! I hate to do it but I HAD to add this. It's so freaking funny.
Last time it was Antonio Banderas.
I had this dream waaay back last Spring. I wrote it all down in my LJ back then, but in case you missed it...
My husband and I had borrowed my uncle's new car, a bright yellow cooper (sp?) convertible, to go somewhere to do something. I don't know what. And no, my uncle doesn't have a car like that. This is my dream, exactly as it came to me out of the ether.
So we're driving on the inside of a long apartment complex, down a wide central marble hallway. It's a very cushy apartment complex, really upscale. I turn to him and say "We need to get out of this place, we shouldn't be driving down this hall. Drop me off at the next door. I'll wait out front. You take the back exit and meet me out on the street."
So he drops me off at the door and I go outside. Outside, it's a nice bright day. Some kids are playing with a jump rope on the sidewalk. I'm standing there minding my own business and suddenly Antonio Banderas is walking rapidly towards me with a big smile on his face.
Antonio is wearing a really tight, shiny purple satin shirt and faded jeans that are so tight you can almost tell what kind of change he has in his pocket.
"Hi!" he says cheerfully, as if we are great buddies.
"Hey!" I say, as if he's a good pal of mine. "I'm waiting for my husband. We got stuck inside again, so he's bringing the car around"
"Then I will wait with you." Antonio Banderas says with a perfect accent. In my dream, chivalry is apparently not dead. He casually drapes an arm around my shoulders. This feels like the most natural thing in the world.
We casually make some small talk until my husband drives up. He sort of glares at me because, you know...Antonio Banderas has his arm around me.
"Hey!" I say brightly "Look who showed up?"
"Hmph." My husband hmphs, "look who I found."
In the back seat is Don Rickles, drunk, with party streamers draped all over him.
Antonio Banderas helps us get Don Rickles out of the back seat. We thank him and drive away.
After that I can't remember much. Something about flying around in a public park and watching fireworks from a treetop, like a bird. I dunno.
So that was the Antonio Banderas dream. And I don't know why I had it! it's not like I actually ~like~ Antonio Banderas, and yet there he was in my dream.
Now, this time, it's Sayid from "Lost"! You know...this guy. Yeah, this time I have to admit, I saw it coming. I can't help it...he's such a pretty color. And that hair...! The accent! But I digress.
Now, I'm totally addicted to "Lost". I think it's my favorite non-anime tv show right now. What I love most about it is the way it keeps giving you pieces of the puzzle, while at the same time the big picture seems to get more blurred... It's full of strange clues and number sequences that might mean something or nothing at all. My dream kind of goes like that too.
So, in my dream, I'm sitting on a beach. Blinding white sand, blue blue sky, and the waves are so real I can smell the salt as well as hear them crashing. It's hot as hell. I look to my right and see Sayid walking towards me, in a heat shimmer. He's pretty far away. I look back at the ocean. When I look back to my right I don't see anyone, but then I hear/feel Sayid sit down to my left with a whump. This startles the crap out of me. He says "Sorry", and hands me a coconut. It has huge teethmarks in it. I look at him. He looks back. He is VERY VERY REAL. And cute. And a bit sweaty. And his hair is so shiny! He smells good, like coconuts and brown sugar.
I say "Umm..." On account of all the real, cute, shiny sweatiness.
He says (with that awesome ~accent!~, who knew Iraqis could sound so sexy) "Don't you see it? It's right there...and there." :::points to the deep scores in the coconut:::
I say "Oh." Like I get it but I don't, because I'm a bit dense and I don't know why I'm on this beach with Sayid who smells good.
He looks back at the ocean and scowls...but in a cute way (if you've ever seen the show, you know what I mean). "I found three more just like that." He is very very serious.
I sit there, soaking it all in. My toes are in the sand, and they're warm. Sayid who smells like good things shifts a little...HE IS RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I freak a little. I have a lucid moment and think "this is SO not really happening..." and the edges of my dream blurr a little...the ocean sounds stop for a moment. I quickly reconsider my actions and quit contemplating reality. The ocean sounds resume.
Sayid stands abruptly and grabs my wrist, yanking me to my feet. "We better go." He starts trotting towards the water with me in tow. I notice a faded pink surfboard, washing around on the sandpack. He helps me step onto it. Then he grabs my face and looks ~right~ into my eyes and says "Stay safe. Just...don't fall." And he leaves.
So now abruptly I'm trying to balance on this surfboard which is slopping around on the edge of the breaking surf. Of course I hear a roar, and of course it's a HUGE wave coming towards me. I surf up over the crest and I'm in dead water, a flat Sargasso sea. There's no land in sight.
I wake up. The end.
Now, here's what I want to know; why the hell can't I have sexy dreams about cute famous guys like every other normal woman I know? Why are they all "Twin Peaks"-ish and strange? What's up with that?
Also, now I'm totally obsessed with Sayid. I can't wait for Wednesday night.
Late edit: Auuugh! I hate to do it but I HAD to add this. It's so freaking funny.
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I had a dream a while back, and while I don't remember details very well, I do remember the basics was I was somewhere where Gackt was giving a concert, in the back with him and he was coming on to me.
Except I turned him down. Because I was married.
I said to my husband when I woke up, "You'll be happy to know that even in my dreams, I'm loyal." XD I still get shit from some of my friends from time to time. XD
But those are some pretty damned vivid dreams. I'm amazed you can remember them so clearly!
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LOL! That's so sweet but Why?? That's what your subconscious is for! Frolicking free from conventional considerations. Your husband is a lucky guy, anyway. :-)
"But those are some pretty damned vivid dreams. I'm amazed you can remember them so clearly!"
It only works if I wake up ~right away~ after I've had the dream. Then I remember sounds, color, smells, everything. I read somewhere that most people don't dream in color, so I guess I'm weird in more ways than one.
This one has ~really~ lodged in my head. I'm haunted by brown-sugary Sayid!
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Yeah if I was writing my OWN haiku about "Colossus", it'd be:
Oh, video game,
I am teased by the desire
to set you aflame.
And about my dream:
Brown sugar Sayid
I just don't get you, sometimes.
Why not molest me?
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It sounds like reality TV. (?) Which I absolutely will not watch. So alas, I'm sure I will never find out if I think he's cute or not.
Ah haha, my haiku is worse than yours!
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And about Iraqis being hot... the guy I'm going to marry (once I get around to informing him of said fact) is Iraqi, and I personally think he's even prettier than Sayid. 6'4, golden skin, incredible black curly hair and even more incredible blue eyes... geep. Iraqis can DEFINITELY be hot, yes ma'am.
I dream in colour too, except my dreams don't make nearly as much sense as yours. They usually involve people I haven't spoken to in years making passionate overture of love to my goldfish and expounding on the virtues of linseed oil for the development of magical powers. O.o Occasionally there's a shirtless hot dude in there somewhere. My dreams are always fun, even though they'd get me committed if anyone ever saw them.
Hope you're doing well!
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I totally believe you about the "hot Iraqi" thing (although I did some homework and found out that Sayid is actually Naveen Andrews, an Indian actor from England.). In high school (a million years ago) I dated my best friend who was a Lebanese American. I always thought he was VERY handsome, in a really exotic way (plus he was very smart and had an incredible sense of humor). It used to upset me, how ~racist~ people can be towards people (Americans! no less)of Middle-Eastern background, I can only imagine it's worse now. He used to take a lot of hits, even from so-called "friends", for his ethnicity. So did I, for dating him (not the reason we broke up, by the way. He went far away to college. We're still friends).
Yeah, I have historically weird dreams. :-) In my family, my brother and sister used to beg me to tell them my dreams, because they were so lucid and funny.
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I've worked in retail for the last four years, and the conclusion I've come to is that PEOPLE = STUPID. Even the smart, nice, funny ones have their moments. I still love people, though.
But then again, nobody's ever discriminated against me either. Hmm.
Drop me a line sometime, I'd love to hear from you!
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Lost is just so bizarre. I love the show but the twisting plot, random characters, and back stories drive me crazy sometimes. What happened to the polar bears??
Eew! Antonio Bandares in tight clothing-Run Away!!!!
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"Lost" is such an awesome show..everything happens for a reason. I think the polar bears were Walt's fault. Remember how he could "make things happen"? Polar bears were his hang-up. His Dad gave him a stuffed polar bear when he was really little, before he disappeared to Australia with his mom, and later after the crash Walt found Hurley's comic book with the BIG SCARY picture of a polar bear on it... Now that Walt is gone...no more polar bears.
Speaking of back stories, I KNEW there was something about inoculations that was going to come back to haunt us. Remember when Lock and Jack and Hurley opened the hatch, they found that dude (Duncan or Dylan or whatever-his-name-was) who was supposed to stay there and push the button? Remember how he left in a big hurry when he found out the "world was still there"? He took a bunch of syringes and medicine of some sort with him...that's the stuff that Ethan used on Claire! A lot of lights went on for me, after last night's show. And Rousseau's daughter...awww. :::sniff::: I could tell who she was right away, she looks just like her. I'm glad she's a good girl, I can't help admiring Rousseau (she kicks ass!).
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Ha ha, Duncan flew out of there at the first chance he could get. That was a slick move of his, 'press the button or the world will end. see ya! and good luck with all that-i'm out!'
I knew that had to be Rousseau's daughter. They do look alike, and I knew Rousseau was trying to help Claire. The mad French Lady may have issues but she's still a good person.
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Maybe I'll pick it up again after all the other crazy stuff going on in my life dies down. Things are frustrating enough...I'd be foolish to add to my stress level by playing an angst-inducing video game. :-) Right now, "We Love Katamari" is about all I can handle (me = delicate flower).