I'm sorry they're suffering too, especially seeing they're babies.
Didn't fall asleep till after the birds started singing this morning.
- stepped in dog crap that I can never fully get scraped off my shoe
- trying to recall K's age and naming a bunch of numbers but her correct age
Wandering Dream (I felt like I was lucid at the end of it but didn't consciously state or think "I'm dreaming' as I usually do so I'm not sure whether to count is as lucid or not)
I’m trying to watch a tv show in an unfamiliar house. In the kitchen Ryan Newman is staring at me. Instantly annoyed, I stand and ask, “What?” I go into the kitchen and we argue (can’t remember about what). There is chess timer (which I call a palindrome in dream)and each time we argue our point we have to hit the timer. I get sick of this, slap the ‘palindrome’ off the counter and storm away, somehow ending up back in the kitchen doing a mountain of dishes. Ryan is there. “Why the hell am I doing your dishes?” I ask him. He replies, “You’re always doing things you don’t like to do. May as well do my dishes.” I want to grab the nearest knife and stab the hell out of Ryan but instead I take my anger out on his dishes. I swipe a bunch of them on the floor. For good measure I stomp on the shattered pieces as I walk out of the house.
I am in a forest walking with a line of people. It is like a search party, we’re spaced evenly apart. Half of the people are celebrities. I am walking beside Kristen Stewart. She’s dressed in skanky clothes and wearing huge furry boots. She somehow gets stranded on the opposite side of a very narrow stream and can’t figure out how to cross it. I step over it and back again to show her how easy it is to cross. She tries and falls into the ridiculously narrow stream. I help her out and leave her to her own devices. It is while we are walking that I wonder if the Runestone is near.
We are all suddenly on a bus, looks like a kids toy bus. Harry Potter sits behind me. He tries to talk to me. I don’t want to talk to him. I’m busy looking out the window for something. Suddenly I’m sitting on Potter’s lap and can feel that he’s aroused. *shudders* I have to sit on him, there are no other seats available. Suddenly it strikes me that Ryan was right, I do always find myself doing things I don’t want to do. What do I want to do? Where do I want to go? I yell to the bus driver, “Is this the bus to Imladris?” He tells me it is not. I get off of the bus and walk through the woods.
A van covered in brown camouflage picks me up. The driver looks like Marcus Brody from Indiana Jones. The passenger is Frank from Maniac (another damn EW character). I climb into the back and ask Marcus to take me to Imladris. He and Frank argue about which direction to go. Marcus wins and we go his way. We barrel through the forest for a while and come to a dead end. He and Frank argue again. Frank takes the wheel. “I’ll get you there,” he assures me. He stares at me as if waiting for a reply. With an impatient wave of my hand I motion for him hurry the hell up and get going. We drive for some time. Frank tries to talk to me. I don’t say much. Don’t want to talk to him. I don’t like him or trust him. It occurs that I’m in another a situation I don’t want to be in. I am about to ask them to let me out of the van when Marcus announces we have to set up camp before dark. We stop.
A tent with walls like wrestling mats is erected. It’s huge, almost a small house. It is L shaped. Me and Marcus take one side of the tent. Frank takes the other. I lay on a bed one way, Marcus lays the other way. He keeps telling me I have to go to sleep. I tell him I am not tired. He sets the ‘palindrome’ between us and tells me to sleep, that each time we wake up we have to hit the timer. I nod. Marcus drops off to sleep immediately. He wakes a couple of times and hits the palindrome, tells me to sleep and falls back to sleep himself. Frank starts snoring but I don’t trust him. I creep around the corner and peek at him to make sure he is asleep. He is.
I creep back to my bed and see a large purse on the floor. It is full of hundreds of different rings. I begin rummaging through it for my ring, just realizing I’d lost it. Marcus wakes, hits the ‘palindrome’ and asks why I’m digging through the rings. I tell him I lost mine. “It wouldn’t be in there.” He says and drops off to sleep again. My ring is not in the purse.
I realize Frank probably has it. He looks like the type to steal stuff. I creep back into the room and begin carefully searching his pants and shirt pockets. Nothing. He wakes just as I am finishing my search and we begin arguing. The stupid ‘palindrome’ is between us and we hit it as we make our arguments (again). I get tired of it and leave.
Back in bed Marcus wakes and asks if I’ve slept yet. I tell him no. I can’t. He hands me his chess timer and tells me to hit it. It will help me sleep. I do what he says and I lay down. He is right, I feel myself beginning to drift off but then I hear an annoying ticking. It’s coming from the timer. I pick it up and look for an off switch. I find a button and press it. This turns the timer into a radio that is stuck on one station that plays the same song over and over. I can’t sleep with all these distractions. Marcus wakes again and asks why I’m not sleeping. “I can’t. It’s too loud. I just want to go.” He shakes his head and looks at me like I’m a stubborn child refusing to go to bed. “You can’t get where you want until you sleep.” He then lays down and passes out.
This sounds familiar. “Holy shit,” I say happily and begin laughing. I think back on the circumstances leading up to this point and laugh harder. I dump all the rings out of the purse onto the floor and then flop back into my bed to sleep, knowing what Marcus said is true. But the stupid timer/radio is still annoying. I try to will it to shut off but it won’t. I take it to Frank’s room. He is asleep on his stomach. I manage to shove the timer/radio under him to muffle the sound of it. It works. I run back to my bed and lay down giddily thinking, “I’m finally going to get there!” I relax, close my eyes and let myself begin to fall asleep.
I wake iwl before I reawaken in dream.