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Jun. 7th, 2004 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anotherusedpageI had a really odd dream last night involving several LJ people. It started off with a football match. I was going to watch Arsenal v Liverpool with redfireborn, at the old Wembley Stadium. To prevent crowd trouble (and it seemed perfectly logical and reasonable in the dream) the security staff insisted that everyone take off any item of team kit they were wearing and leave it in a big box by the entrance. They provided replacement clothing - it was kinda like surgical gowns. Then I lost redfireborn in the crowd, and decided that the best way to meet up with her again was to go through the box of assorted abandoned clothes and leave a message on all the things that were Liverpool colours. Both teams were (of course) playing in their home colours, so I was searching through this giant box of red clothing to find the Liverpool stuff, and safety pinning notes to it saying to Anna that she had to come and meet me after she'd picked up her clothes.
Thenforeverdirt appeared out of nowhere and told me in very cryptic terms that redfireborn was in grave danger and that the only person who could do anything about it was darwinian_man, and that instead of wasting my time playing with the liverpool strips, I instead had to do a complicated ritual which involved singing G and S and burning chocolate finger buiscuits on a sacraficial alter, to summon him up. I did so, and in due course he appeared, only to say that he couldn't go and rescue redfireborn because he was in the middle of an essay crisis, and anyway it would involve going back in time. I said that if he wouldn't do it then I'd just have to work out some way of doing it myself, at which point, sounding more like fu_manchu12 than himself, he told me that now that I'd volunteered he'd have to volunteer to go instead of me. We had to perform another really complicated ritual with the chocolate finger busicuits to send him back in time, and then foreverdirt appeared again and told me that he was going back in time to the battle of Hastings and was going to die. But that somehow this would mysteriously save redfireborn AND what's more ensure that England would win Euro 2004. midnightmelody and Meriel yelled at me a lot because Topsy Turvey had lost one of it's lead actors, but I pointed out that we'd finished Topsy Turvey and so it didn't matter any more. This seemed to satisfy them. We ate the remainder of the chocolate fingers together, and then I woke up.
redfireborn, at the old Wembley Stadium. To prevent crowd trouble (and it seemed perfectly logical and reasonable in the dream) the security staff insisted that everyone take off any item of team kit they were wearing and leave it in a big box by the entrance. They provided replacement clothing - it was kinda like surgical gowns. Then I lost redfireborn in the crowd, and decided that the best way to meet up with her again was to go through the box of assorted abandoned clothes and leave a message on all the things that were Liverpool colours. Both teams were (of course) playing in their home colours, so I was searching through this giant box of red clothing to find the Liverpool stuff, and safety pinning notes to it saying to Anna that she had to come and meet me after she'd picked up her clothes. Then
foreverdirt appeared out of nowhere and told me in very cryptic terms that redfireborn was in grave danger and that the only person who could do anything about it was darwinian_man, and that instead of wasting my time playing with the liverpool strips, I instead had to do a complicated ritual which involved singing G and S and burning chocolate finger buiscuits on a sacraficial alter, to summon him up. I did so, and in due course he appeared, only to say that he couldn't go and rescue redfireborn because he was in the middle of an essay crisis, and anyway it would involve going back in time. I said that if he wouldn't do it then I'd just have to work out some way of doing it myself, at which point, sounding more like fu_manchu12 than himself, he told me that now that I'd volunteered he'd have to volunteer to go instead of me. We had to perform another really complicated ritual with the chocolate finger busicuits to send him back in time, and then foreverdirt appeared again and told me that he was going back in time to the battle of Hastings and was going to die. But that somehow this would mysteriously save redfireborn AND what's more ensure that England would win Euro 2004. midnightmelody and Meriel yelled at me a lot because Topsy Turvey had lost one of it's lead actors, but I pointed out that we'd finished Topsy Turvey and so it didn't matter any more. This seemed to satisfy them. We ate the remainder of the chocolate fingers together, and then I woke up.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2004-06-07 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-06-07 06:31 am (UTC)Ah... I suppose that would require me to actually go to sleep.
Actually, I'm very flattered. I get a particularly weird character AND a high-budget death sequence!! Can we get Peter Jackson to direct the film version?
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Date: 2004-06-07 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-07 10:23 am (UTC)Probably Eddie Murphy. No, Anthony Hopkins. One of the two. I always get those two mixed up.
Oh, I don't know... fu_manchu12 - you can be me.
Can I be somebody please?
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Date: 2004-06-07 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-06-07 11:13 am (UTC)Hmm... that is extremely questionable. Sometimes, I forget how to do the accent.
Custard!
[finds custard]
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Date: 2004-06-07 09:13 am (UTC)