I had the weirdest dream the other day.....
I woke up around 4:30 am Sunday morning fully in the grasp of a mania-closet-cleaning episode. (I've been sort of obsessed ever since I started planning a garage sale with
angstchic) Anyway, I worked and slaved until I was finished which was around 1:00 pm, and I sat on the couch and tried to watch TV. I was so zoned out that nothing made sense to me, I didn't feel sleepy...just physically wiped out. So I decided that I would go lay down for a little bit and just rest, not necessarily sleep. *snort* Yeah, right!
3 hours later I woke up with the vivid memory of this dream still running through my head. I dreamt that I was Captain Kirk. Yes, I was Captain James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise, not the old, paunchy, toupee'ed version mind you...but the young, bryl-cream haired, slightly-smudged eyeliner version. I was paging Dr. McCoy on the ship intercom, but instead of calling him Bones, I was calling him something infinitely more rude, and amusing. I don't remember exactly what it was, I just remember giggling to myself everytime I paged it out over the intercom. When my repeated pages went unanswered I realized that he wasn't at his post, and I became v. annoyed. So I hopped down this tube/slide thingy and zoomed down to his adobe. No, really....his house was an adobe. It was made of mud and had a wood/straw roof. He wasn't home, and had set up an eloborate booby trap rigged to his front gate with a huge bucket of melted red, white, & blue ice cream. I immediately saw that if the gate were opened, the ice cream would be flung upon the offending party. So I found a loooooong stick and triggered the booby trap, then promptly ran behind his house and did the splits. The purpose of doing the splits was to conceal myself by melding with the protective screen around his air conditioning unit. Thus, concealed, I waited. At length I heard Dr. McCoy approaching, but he wasn't alone. He had a large party of roofing inspectors in tow. I became concerned that they might detect my presence, as one of them came around the back of the adobe. However, the roof inspector didn't see me....he just stepped up on me to obtain a better view of the roof. My relief at not being spotted gave way to annoyance at being stood on. After all...Dammit Bones! I'm a starship Captain, not a step stool!! Then horror, of horrors, who comes lumbering around the corner? Chris Farley! My annoyance gave away to true concern that HE might be a roof inspector as well, but he made no move to utilize me as a step stool, and I found myself being grateful for small favors.....
Then I woke up. Weird.
I told
angstchic about it who became quite amused by it all, and she has mocked me mercilessly via LJ comments. The Star Trek references are many, and no end seems to be in sight. :)