said_scarlett: (crazy diamond)
Instead of talk about things that are going on here, I'm going to tell you about the dream I had last night. Trust me, you'd much rather hear the dream.

So, I was apparently a Sith in training, and was at an orientation kind of thing. Which seemed to consist of hanging out in a cocktail lounge attached to the bridge of the Death Star. We were watching the bridge stuff, and we were all watching Darth Vader and were all in awe. There were all these tv screens everywhere, and first they showed an evacuation video - entitled 'What To Do If There's Only 2 Seconds To Live' or something - and I was with this other person and we were apparently supposed to be blowing up an elevator shaft or something. Then we all gathered around the TV screen in the lounge, because Darth Vader was leaving and we weren't allowed to look at him. But there was an ad for Pokemon on the TV, and Darth Vader stopped and said he loved Pokemon, and then said he wished he had a Dinobot pokemon. And I had one in my pocket apparently, so I gave it to him, and he was all happy.

I hope you enjoyed this installation of Fey's Really Fucked Up Dreams.
said_scarlett: (bad wombs)
So before I learned that it was my computer, not my wireless card that was on the fritz, I was going to write about the bizarre dream I had last night.

I was rooming with [livejournal.com profile] burningvigor, and she'd gotten the last Harry Potter book. But she didn't want to actually read it, so she gave it to me. I started reading it, and a few pages in, I look at her and go 'fuck!'. She asks what's wrong, and I explain that reading the book has sucked me back into HP fandom.

Then it shifted, and I was on this ice island and there were all these animals, and a bunch of other messed up stuff including Disney cartoon villains and royal marriages, and I was being spied on by these two people I used to know - both of whom I had bad fallings out with. One of them was Schiz, the other was this chick I met through Schiz. The bizarre thing about the dream was that they were friendly with each other, when they had had a major falling out. They were following my LJ, it was very odd.

I've decided to write my Pride/Sloth desk-pr0n on my laptop and...no, nevermind. I can't use my thumbdrive to transfer it to Tres, because Scorpius's USB ports don't work. Damn it all... I guess I'll just burn it to a CD. Assuming that still works.

Also? Why, oh why did I allow myself to look at the Good Omens scents on BPAL? WRYYYYYY? *wants War, Crowley and Aziraphale*
said_scarlett: (love the sin (made for me by etrangere))
I have a routine when it comes to my nights. 10 - 11:30, I watch The Simpsons and South Park. 11:30 - 12:00 I watch Family Guy. 12:00 to 12:15 I wash up for bed, and make it back to the TV in time for Aqua Team Hunger Force and Shin Chan.

Last night I was running late. I was feeling crappy, so I had tea out on the deck, hoping the combination of tea and fresh air would settle my stomach. I came inside a little after 12:30, and plopped down to watc Shin Chan. Only Shin Chan wasn't on. I found myself staring at a rather generic looking anime scene, and immediately was upset. Changes in my routine do not please me.

But then I looked a little closer and thought 'whatever this is, it's familiar'. Which is remarkably unhelpful, because I've seen so much damn anime that there's a good chance whatever I tune in to is familiar. But, a couple more very bizarre landscape scenes and I started to get suspicious.

My suspicions were right. Adult Swim is now playing, from the very first episode, Bleach every weekday night. So I can actually watch it. Technically I've seen 25 episodes, but damned if I remember much of it at all. I think I can remember maybe five or six scenes altogether from everything I've seen. So now I can actually finally see it. Huzzah!

And it clearly influenced my dreams, because Rukia and Ichigo were both in them. I was staying at a hotel in some city, and Ichigo was staying in the room next door, and a Hollow attacked and I remember trying to hide in a mall, and then we had to fight ninjas, but they were dinosaur ninjas. And somehow we ended up lost at sea, and we couldn't find edible fish, and then it shifted and I was in a golf tournament with Simon (why he is the Firefly character I consistently dream about, I will never know) and we were playing against porn stars and I was in my Lust cosplay, but it split open and I had to borrow a robe from [livejournal.com profile] chocomimi....

I blame my flu meds.
said_scarlett: (a little sin)
Fuck it all, I don't know whether it's LJ or Yahoo that's either spitting out double comments or giving me comments late. If it's not one, it's the other. I'm not ignoring any comments, but I just got a ton from the beginning of the week all in one go this morning. So, yes, I will be catching up on those.

It's rainy and icky and I feel sore throat-y and stuffy and achy. I will be having a hot bath soon, I think. After my morning chai.

I am always amazed when my own RP characters surprise me. I expect one reaction, but find a completely different one when certain situations come up. It happened last night, and I am pleased that it's because of natural character growth and development. Those are always good things.

Last night, I had a dream I was a mermaid. And I was trying to go to college (I swear it was Desai U) and they had a special salt water spa thing for me. But there were evil bad witches trying to steal people's souls, and a giant cat with red eyes. It was all very odd.

Now to catch up on comments and reading!
said_scarlett: (piratescar (art by lacidiana))
Last night was the most clear cut example of my brain spitting up everything from the day into my dreams. It started out with running around a convention with my sister dressed as Sailor Senshi. Somewhere along the line ti changed, and I was in a pirate cave. But it was an evil pirate cave and there was a curse on the treasure. I was stuck on a ledge, and there was this... round thing in the middle. Like a pile of thick stone discs. It had a stone face and it talked and it had rotating knives that stuck out of it. It moved through the caves. Spike, from Cowboy Bebop, showed up. He was trying to outrun the thing with knives, and he was doing pretty good. But then some kind of monster thing showed up, and the floor opened up and they fell. I think I screamed. The disc thing ws coming back, and it turned out Spike hadn't fallen, he'd grabbed my ledge. I hauled him up and he thanked me and we hung out there and had a cigarette together. Then these two adventurer people showed up. Now we notice that in the confusion of the floor falling, there's a round cage full of jewels in the middle of the room.

The two newcomers approach it, and then have to run from the disc thing, and then they see us. I ask Spike quietly if he thinks he can shoot them, and he lets me know that he can. But one of them points a gun at me and tells him if he shoots, I'm dead. Apparently he's grown fond of me, because he drops his gun. The two guys head over to the treasure cage, and manage to crawl through the bars. We think this is a Bad Idea. We don't say anything, and some stuff happens that culminates in a car driving through the side of the cave.

Spike picks me up and carries me down, and somewhere along the line he changes into Jonny Depp and we come out in Disney World. We walk around a bit, and he asks me if I need a wheelchair. I tell him yes, and he goes off to get it. I duck into a salon for a skin treatment because my skin is so dry, and the woman's all 'you're getting a skin treatment in Disney World?!?' and I said 'I'm here with Jonny Depp, you'd be getting a skin treatment too!'. And then I ended up with purple and white wings, and Jonny Depp had turned back into Spike and we went on some rides and then I woke up.

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Clearly, all that talk about the Pirate Movie and the bullshit about them changing the original pirates ride at Disney is getting to me. I still can't get over that. They based the fucking movie on the most well loved attraction in the park... and then change the fucking ride to match the movie! WTF? I loved that ride. It was my favorite ride. And now they pull this shit! That's the one of, if not the, oldest damn Disney rides there is. It was Walt Disney's favorite! Why are they changing Walt Disney's favorite ride?!? Walt Disney! Thank god the one in Disneyland is staying the same, else I'd be pitching a much bigger fit.

I'm telling you, these pirate movies are doing nothing to endear themselves to me.
said_scarlett: (jafar/iago)
Applications for [livejournal.com profile] landels_redux close tonight at midnight! Just a friendly reminder for those of you who've been thinking about applying this month but haven't gotten around to it. Apps will be open again next month, if you don't make it this time. :D You can check here to see what characters have been apped for already. And don't let the numbers intimidate you! The more the merrier!

This morning was hell for me. I woke up around three in the morning in excruciating pain. I'm happily doped up on medication for it now, which I'd like to think added to my dreams about me, Pyro, Magneto and Superman going on a crime spree to find three sacred gems. Superman was being mind-controlled by me, else he wouldn't have gone on a crime spree. Or let all those whales loose in the streets of Boston after he flooded it. Sawyer from Lost was in there somewhere, at a sleazy little hotel. But I probably would have had strange dreams anyway.

So, I was talking with [livejournal.com profile] ranchangrnl about fandom experiences and starting out in fan fiction. The first fics I wrote are long gone, swallowed by the great cavernous void of cyberspace. My Highlander Mary Sue series. My Babylon 5 Zack/Lyta schmoop. That's all gone. I have a printed out copy of one Babylon 5 fic, and a horrible Due South epic I once wrote. Why I saved these things, I'm never sure. Except that it's fun to go back and see how far I've come. And while those are gone, others still remain.

I come before you now to share with you the stories of my old fan fiction. The fan fiction full of cliches, purple prose and mary sues. Because I wrote it. I wrote it in the grand tradition of fanwit fiction. Back when I honestly believed characters that were half demon/half cat with wings and super powers were actually a good idea. Back when I saw nothing wrong with having an entire cast fall head over heels for my chaos demon reincarnated as a powerful sorceress - even though she was shagging the villain. I did it all. Super powers, amazing beauty, canon-warping, reincarnation-resulting-in-split-personalities (both of which were awe-inspiring and amazing, of course), animal bonding powers, the ability to save the soul of the twisted, power hungry villain...

There are two fandoms for which fics of this nature remain. The Halfblood Chronicles, and the Aladdin TV show. Yes, you heard me correctly. And if you're truly curious, I am willing to post these old fics here, so we can all look back and laugh. Because I'm not embarrassed of these god awful pieces of fantasy. They were a starting point, and I've come so very far in writing that it's nice to look back and remember where I started.

So come on folks! Share your stories of your embarrassing fiction! Share your tales of Mary-Sues, canon rape, ideas-that-seemed-good-at-the-time and everything else. Look back with me and laugh, and be thankful for those first stories that set you on the path.
said_scarlett: (youko)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] momoiro_usagi!

I hope you have an awesome one, and I'll be posting a little something special for you later!

I had a dream that I moved to San Diego with [livejournal.com profile] mikazuki, [livejournal.com profile] rivendellrose, [livejournal.com profile] coramegan and a girl from High School I haven't seen in years. We moved there because we used to live in Texas with Roy, but Roy discovered a plot by devout military monks to cut Texas off of America and become a single country. There were fires and rioting and we all drove to San Diego. Roy got his own place.

I have been craving lamb sausage for days. Lamb sausage is nearly impossible to lay hands upon. I cannot order it online. I cannot find it in any stores near me. I have found it only at that small butcher's shop in Seattle, tucked away in the market place and offering the most delicious cuts of meat. I must make do with turkey sausage, which simply isn't the same.

On today's agenda is RO. Further adventures with Feylene and Miss Cori, the valiant archer and her noble sword wielding lady.

I really need some breakfast.
said_scarlett: (safe harbor storm)
Have a lot to do today, won't be around much. Groggy and fuzzy from bad dreams last night and this morning.

It's funny how when you wake up and go to tell someone about a nightmare, you realize that upon description, it doesn't sound frightening. But you can still remember the cold sweat and the dry throat and the inability to breath properly on waking. And you struggle and flail to make these seemingly tame and normal images seem frightening, but there aren't any words to describe the particular sense of dread that accompanied them in the dream and made them so terrifying. You walk away from the conversation convinced that people think you're mad.

This is especially true if, like me, the situations that are frightening in your dreams are ludicrous when described in waking hours. Anne Geddes babies with springs on their feet and giant teeth? Madness! And terrifying. An army of robot gladiators led by roman emperors attacking a Seattle apartment complex full of Harry Potter characters? Ridiculous! And enough to give me cold sweats. Last night's slumber-time horror involved Donald Duck and his strange, reclusive girlfriend Diamond Duck; Captain Kirk the cannibal, an old mansion where my sister and I worked as a servants of some sort and a... I still don't know if it was a man or a woman who was the right hand of the wealthy German noble who owned the place. But I remember having to hide beneath elaborately carved Victorian furniture, and duck down narrow corridors and hide in the walls to escape the eyes of my enemies. I don't know why I was being chased. In dreams, I never do. And I had to get to the telephone that was ringing in the ante-chamber by the kitchen, but I was still hiding in a smoking parlor with the man/woman, and Lenna was somehow able to get the telephone to bring it to me and in the dream I knew with certain dread that the reclusive lady-duck was on the telephone, and wanted to kill me.

I was shook out of it by having an actual phone thrust at my ear while still in bed and asleep, and it took me a few moments to separate the dream from the reality. Then I fell back to sleep and I still don't know what I dreamed and what was real, but I'm rather certain Lenna's computer monitor melting did not actually happen.

Perhaps I'd better check, just to be certain.
said_scarlett: (squee)
I just wanted to say huge, huge congratulations to [livejournal.com profile] rivendellrose and [livejournal.com profile] nekokoban! You guys made it! I remember the stress and the crunching and the pure hell that school was sometimes for you guys, and now it's all paid off! I'm so happy for you guys, and I'm sorry I'm going to be too late for the celebrations!

(And if you want a celebratory ficlet, let me know!)

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RO today! Wheee! Miss Cori and Feylene will continue their grand adventure!

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If this weren't a congratulations post, I would so be showing off my sexy new Kyouya icon. Because it is the sexiest Kyouya icon ever. I had dreams about Ouran Host Club last night. Cori was Haruhi, I was Tamaki, there were demons and King Midas running around, and catgirls. It was all very strange.
said_scarlett: (star of the masquerade)
I had a dream where I took Scar to prom. I wasn't going to go - in the dream - but for some reason I had to or I'd be taken out by assassins. And I was trying to find a date, but no one would go with me, and I ran into Scar - no, I don't know what he was doing in my High School - and he said he'd go with me, but he was kind of a bastard about it.

This is coming right on the heels of a dream where I was in a Star Wars-esque scenario with myself as the Leia character and Greed as the Han character. And I think that was the most IC any fictional character has ever been in a dream. He got shot while we were trying to diffuse some bomb thing in the basement(the Death Star was cleverly disguised as a hotel), and I held him in my lap, and when he opened his eyes the first thing he said was 'you've got amazing breasts'.

My parents have invited me out to dinner. This is unexpected, especially since they've invited me to a restaurant I don't particularly like.

I got a good night's sleep last night, following having tons of fun with [livejournal.com profile] mikazuki. I slept long and deeply. Now I need breakfast and to take my bath.

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