my unconscious used to be a friend of mine

[dubdobdee]

i. i dremt that M4RK L4WSON proposed we START DATING!!!!??!
ii. OK i did turn him down in the dream but -- in my waking opinion -- in a very "should the situation change we must think again" kind of way -- WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!????!!!!¡¡¡¡¿¿¿
iii. hmmmm on the other hand his KITCHEN in the dream -- if it was his and not just a place we happened to be in -- is TOTALLY WAY AWESOME and i am slightly tempted by an agatha chistie-esque manouevre whereby i say YES to ML in order to make this kitchen mine, then get rid of him with a curare-tipped malacca cane or some such

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[zenith.livejournal.com]

I had a nightmare last night involving Doctor Who and Captain Jack! Basically the Doc was on New Earth as seen in last week's trailers, negotiating some kind of treaty between some aliums. Then Jack turned up and did something very foolish in a Torchwood stylee involving losing an artefact through a portal. For some reason as well as dooming everyone this transported him to some kind of hellish wasteland being chased by the goatmonster from the last ep of Torchwood again. The monster then started laughing and shrank down to being a tiny but sinister bunny rabbit, who then addressed the camera saying "you'd laugh too if you could do this, imagine how funny it is to surprise people" at which point he suddenly grew back to full monstrous size. There was a cutaway to a shot of the Doc and Jack peering out of the window of a house they were hiding in,.and they seemed quite cosy, but I was nevertheless bricking it and promptly woke up.

[dubdobdee.livejournal.com]

katstevens also had a dr who dream base on the upcoming ep! i blame SHAKESPEARE

[katstevens.livejournal.com]

I did indeed (and I c+p):

However there was no actual Docter in it, only Martha - and MICKEY!

Martha had just arrived ON A MOTORBIKE in 20-years-in-the-future London, where CAT ALIENS had invaded and in a reverse War of The Worlds had given everyone a nasty flu bug that exterminated most of the population. Martha had to go undercover and dress up as a cat, and wanted to find out what 20-year-plus Martha was doing about the situation, but Mickey turned up and warned her that the universe would explode if they met and that she shouldn't go to the hospital at all, but wait in an olde-Englishe pub called THE MITRE which had cat litter on the floor. Mickey then went to the hospital where middle-aged Martha (now in charge of hospital) was locked in the basement and so hadn't caught the flu bug. Her and Mickey HATCHED A PLAN but I didn't find out what it was as I woke up and had to go to the loo :(

[koganbot]

I've very sensibly been forgetting all my dreams upon waking, though I do remember from last night that we (apparently being my brother and another fellow, both of them w/ strong personalities, and me, w/ a weak demeanor while really being the mastermind) decided it was necessary to enlist in our cause the big bruiser from the (American) football team that was crucial in some way to the organization (?) we were trying to alter. We assumed he'd dissent in a giant way to our plans, but upon our visiting him in his one-room apt. he turned out to be very sweet and delighted in particular to see me again. But the dream then doesn't bother to enlist him in our plans, in fact seems to forget the plans altogether, the fellow's liking me apparently being more important than our scheme to change the world. Anyway, a bit later in the dream it turns out that my brother has gotten a new and better job so these machinations of ours are now unnecessary.

I googled the awful L4wson, found a column about the religious right in Murrica; from the piece I decided that L4wson had never met an actual evangelical Christian or heard a country song or anything that would have given him actual information but he did have strong opinions on the shallowness of these people he knew nothing about. And I emulate him in knowing little about him but deciding that he's shallow. Get out of his kitchen, Mark. It's obvious fraudulent, just some sort of stage set, nothing really cooking.

[dubdobdee.livejournal.com]

yes but if *i* were in it and he in the cold cold ground after my fiendishly subtle murderplot took its course then the REAL COOKERY COULD BEGIN

[robincarmody.livejournal.com]

I was travelling on a train, but the train was running on a road (a recurring subject of my dreams for years on end). I was driving a car despite not being able to do it, and was petrified. My father was close to death. And the whole nation had fallen out of anyone's control and was in complete and utter disorder, now *recognised* and openly stated, and far more severe than it is at the moment.

That was my last dream. Can you tell how fucked up I am?