In Which I Dream In TV Episodes.
Jan. 15th, 2014 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dodger_sisterBeing sick has sparked a lot of hospital nightmares. As I sleep, I can tell how sick I feel and that sparks medical thoughts in my brain or something. I keep dreaming about having heart-attacks, because the albuterol is making my heart race. And one night I dreamed that K died of a heart-attack, but before that we had hooked up, and I woke up unsure which of those two things was more disturbing. So any dreams I have these days that aren’t nightmares should be celebrated.
I had this Community dream that was basically like an episode playing out in my brain. Troy was dating a librarian chick and Abed was being very stand-offish towards her and Troy got mad about it and was like, “She’s my girlfriend and you’re my best friend and you should get along.” So he made Abed and Librarian spend a whole day together so they could get to know each other. But the real reason Abed was avoiding her was because he was in love with her. He told Shirley, who was all, “Oh, Abed, honey, no,” and Abed was like, “I know. She’s Troy’s girlfriend. She doesn’t like me like that anyway.” But then Troy found out and he was like, “I’m sorry, buddy. Should I break up with her?” Abed was all, “No, no. I’ll get over it.” And then Troy said, “So what do we do now?” There was this long pause and then Troy went, “Wacky caper?” and Abed goes, “Wacky caper,” and then they hand-fist-slapped. Which, this is just basically two episodes of Friends smooshed together, in which Joey hates Chandler’s girlfriend so Chandler makes them spend the whole day together and another in which Chandler is being a dick to Joey’s girlfriend but it turns out it’s because he is in love with her - (said girlfriend was played by Paget Brewster, for the people playing along at home). Also, in the background of the dream, Pierce had invented something and he kept randomly going up to people and doing an infomercial spiel at them, trying to get investors, and randomly Jeff would just yell at Pierce, “Not gonna happen, Pierce!” Yeah, my dream had a B Plot.
My other dream was an OZ dream, in which I was Alvarez’s girlfriend and we had special visits, where they would turn the visitation room into an Italian restaurant for all the visitors and you could have a whole date night followed by sexy times - (though that never actually happened in the dream). I had a few nice dates with him and then I showed up for one and he had sent O’Reily instead. And I was like, “Okay, we can have a nice dinner, but that’s all your getting from me. And then you can tell Alvarez that if he thinks he’s pulling some bullshit where he spares me because I deserve better, that he can go fuck himself. He’s not getting rid of me that easily.” I did end up having a nice dinner with O’Reily, but I was very nervous ‘watching’ my own dream that I might cheat on Alvarez. Anyways, then the dream leapt forward three years somehow and I hadn’t seen Alvarez all that time because he was being all, “No, you should go have a nice life,” and I showed up at the prison on his release day and there were all these people waiting outside because it was some kind of mass-release thing and I was like,. “Well, he won’t expect me to be here. He probably thinks I went off and got married and made babies or some bullshit. But now finally we can see each other again.” And then the over-head light came on signaling the doors were opening and I was so, so happy that I was about to see him again.
And then I woke up. My fucking brain. I also spent the entire dream repeating a mantra in my head that his name is ‘Alvarez’, not ‘Kirk Acevedo’ and not ‘Joe Toye.’ I had to keep reminding myself because it’s been years since that actor was solely ‘Alvarez’ to me. (Used to drive my friends nuts when we discovered Band of Brothers because it took me months to refer to him as Joe Toye when talking about him and they were like, “His name isn’t Alvarez!” and I was all, “He will always be Alvarez to me!”)
Anyways, those were my dreams. Someday I should tell you all about the one where Stiles and I got together with the help of a serial killer.
I had this Community dream that was basically like an episode playing out in my brain. Troy was dating a librarian chick and Abed was being very stand-offish towards her and Troy got mad about it and was like, “She’s my girlfriend and you’re my best friend and you should get along.” So he made Abed and Librarian spend a whole day together so they could get to know each other. But the real reason Abed was avoiding her was because he was in love with her. He told Shirley, who was all, “Oh, Abed, honey, no,” and Abed was like, “I know. She’s Troy’s girlfriend. She doesn’t like me like that anyway.” But then Troy found out and he was like, “I’m sorry, buddy. Should I break up with her?” Abed was all, “No, no. I’ll get over it.” And then Troy said, “So what do we do now?” There was this long pause and then Troy went, “Wacky caper?” and Abed goes, “Wacky caper,” and then they hand-fist-slapped. Which, this is just basically two episodes of Friends smooshed together, in which Joey hates Chandler’s girlfriend so Chandler makes them spend the whole day together and another in which Chandler is being a dick to Joey’s girlfriend but it turns out it’s because he is in love with her - (said girlfriend was played by Paget Brewster, for the people playing along at home). Also, in the background of the dream, Pierce had invented something and he kept randomly going up to people and doing an infomercial spiel at them, trying to get investors, and randomly Jeff would just yell at Pierce, “Not gonna happen, Pierce!” Yeah, my dream had a B Plot.
My other dream was an OZ dream, in which I was Alvarez’s girlfriend and we had special visits, where they would turn the visitation room into an Italian restaurant for all the visitors and you could have a whole date night followed by sexy times - (though that never actually happened in the dream). I had a few nice dates with him and then I showed up for one and he had sent O’Reily instead. And I was like, “Okay, we can have a nice dinner, but that’s all your getting from me. And then you can tell Alvarez that if he thinks he’s pulling some bullshit where he spares me because I deserve better, that he can go fuck himself. He’s not getting rid of me that easily.” I did end up having a nice dinner with O’Reily, but I was very nervous ‘watching’ my own dream that I might cheat on Alvarez. Anyways, then the dream leapt forward three years somehow and I hadn’t seen Alvarez all that time because he was being all, “No, you should go have a nice life,” and I showed up at the prison on his release day and there were all these people waiting outside because it was some kind of mass-release thing and I was like,. “Well, he won’t expect me to be here. He probably thinks I went off and got married and made babies or some bullshit. But now finally we can see each other again.” And then the over-head light came on signaling the doors were opening and I was so, so happy that I was about to see him again.
And then I woke up. My fucking brain. I also spent the entire dream repeating a mantra in my head that his name is ‘Alvarez’, not ‘Kirk Acevedo’ and not ‘Joe Toye.’ I had to keep reminding myself because it’s been years since that actor was solely ‘Alvarez’ to me. (Used to drive my friends nuts when we discovered Band of Brothers because it took me months to refer to him as Joe Toye when talking about him and they were like, “His name isn’t Alvarez!” and I was all, “He will always be Alvarez to me!”)
Anyways, those were my dreams. Someday I should tell you all about the one where Stiles and I got together with the help of a serial killer.
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Date: 2014-01-16 03:20 am (UTC)I come down on the side of dating K as more creepy. Ha! I even know WHY it's more creepy! Your PT life.... it's a soap all on it's own, you know this, right?
Don't wait until someday, tell us NOW about how you and Stiles got together thanks to a serial killer
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Date: 2014-01-24 09:39 pm (UTC)Nope. I'll have a more detailed post later, but the short version - I pulled a hernia from coughing so hard from the bronchitis. But hey, the bronchitis is finally starting to clear up. /headdesk/
I come down on the side of dating K as more creepy. Ha! I even know WHY it's more creepy! Your PT life.... it's a soap all on it's own, you know this, right?
RIGHT?! I am aware. As far as the K thing, besides being vaguely incestuous and also weird because he was like a 25 year old grown ass man when we first met and I was a skinny little boobless 13 year old girl - there is also that whole matter of my mother previously dating my married PT (literally the dude that K bought his share of the business from, it'd be so weird!!) The dream was stranger still because we were at some sort of high school dance and I kept thinking, "Am I suppose to be in high school here, because that just makes this creepier!"
(edit: Not that it wasn't upsetting when he died at the end of the dream, but the sex stuff was def worse!)
Don't wait until someday, tell us NOW about how you and Stiles got together thanks to a serial killer with a heart of gold.
I keep meaning too! He did have a heart of gold though - it turned out he was innocent of the serial killing, in the end. He locked Stiles and I in a closet and then we flashed forward 9 months and we were having a baby - so I guess I know what we got up to in that closet!
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Date: 2014-01-25 03:07 am (UTC)I don't think I knew that your mom dated your original married (double take: MARRIED? Whoa.) PT guy. That drastically increases the weirdness factor of your dream!
See, I just KNEW that the serial killer couldn't be a REAL bad guy, or you wouldn't have been dreaming about him in a wacky adventure romantic comedy type dream. Which then turned into baby!fic. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT??
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Date: 2014-02-03 02:06 am (UTC)Every doctor I see keeps offering me narcotics (one even gave me some but my sister took them away, thank goodness). But no one will give me muscle relaxers, which seem obvious in the case of a hernia that is making every muscle near it clench up like a seizure in there. The hernia seems to have repaired itself but I still get these stabbing pains in my stomach - idek. The CT and XRay and lab and urine were all clean. /shrug/ I'm just pushing through it, doubling over when it happens and then going straight back to whatever I was doing after. I can't believe you threw out your back TWICE from coughing, That's hardcore. Yeah, I was suppose to lay still too but I didn't. I'M TIRED OF LAYING STILL!!
I don't think I knew that your mom dated your original married (double take: MARRIED? Whoa.) PT guy. That drastically increases the weirdness factor of your dream!
Someone once suggested I have an affair with K and I just stared at them until they were like, "Oh crap. I just turned you into your mom, didn't I?" Quick version - though if you want it, I can give you all the insane details. Dude and Partner owned the place I started going to at 13. K was fresh new PT on the scene then. A year later, found out my mom was having an affair with Dude. Went on for, to my knowledge, almost a decade. They were married, to other people, when it started but eventually she left my dad. Kept saying Dude was going leave his wife and marry her, but of course he didn't. He moved away with his family eventually. Sold his half of the place to K and I haven't seen him since. K says he hasn't heard from him in about four years. My mom still insists it was the most romantic time of her life and that this dude really loved her. Imagine our joy of having to play pretend family with some dude that had a wife and kids at home. And we fucking knew it too - hell, I knew his kids! His wife was my little brother's teacher. It was so fucked up. And yeah, now K is co-owner of the clinic along with Partner. I always say the difference is that when K is inappropriate or flirty with me (or I with him) it's so blatantly ridiculous and out there that no one, including us, takes it seriously. With my Mom and Dude, they would go to great lengths not to touch each other in public or make too much eye contact or crazy shit like that. But yep, this why I always say: No Murderers, Sex Offenders, or Married People, unless of course the married person's spouse would care to join us. Because I'm NOT my mom, but I do believe in Threesomes.
See, I just KNEW that the serial killer couldn't be a REAL bad guy, or you wouldn't have been dreaming about him in a wacky adventure romantic comedy type dream. Which then turned into baby!fic. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT??
I am honestly surprised I don't dream more baby!fic to be honest. Instead, it is always babies and little kids that I have to save in disaster situations. Dreamed the other night about being in a research lab that was flooding and there were escaped killer sharks and a bunch of little kids I had to save but also frat boys who were completely useless and kept doing kegstands instead of helping me save said children from science super sharks! Damn fratboys.
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Date: 2014-02-03 11:50 pm (UTC)Yikes. That's a pretty awful thing to have to live with day to day, especially seeing the other guy's kids (and wife!) all the time. I would think it would be hard not to be angry about it - and all I have to go on is imagination.
Frat boys, sheesh! SO not the heroes of anyone's story - even their own!
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Date: 2014-02-09 08:50 pm (UTC)That's actually a good idea - I'll try that for sleeping. It seems to help to put my hand just under the waistband of my pants and then press my hand under my stomach and my arm against my side and just sort of support myself that way. So yeah, I'm just walking around with my hand down my pants all the time. (I literally look just like Joey from that Friends episode where he had the hernia and he kept sticking his hand down his pants). But my primary doctor finally gave me muscle relaxers! Just for one week, as it's bad for the liver, but it seems to be helping. I also really need to be going for more than one PT appt a week, but there currently isn't time for that. Maybe in March. ('March!' is my new battlecry).
Yikes. That's a pretty awful thing to have to live with day to day, especially seeing the other guy's kids (and wife!) all the time. I would think it would be hard not to be angry about it - and all I have to go on is imagination.
Yep. I've let it go now, but at the time it was a constant battle between wanting this dude to man up and commit already and wanting my mom to not be an idiot and get real about the situation. Mostly though, I just hated the way Mom would call him over to deal with us kids, as if he was our dad, when like his own kids were actually pretty well known party kids/drug dealers, and anyways, we had a dad of our own. It was all very bizarre and we just avoided the house whenever he was around. It's part of why my little brother came to work with me so much - my boss was a real champ about it.
Frat boys, sheesh! SO not the heroes of anyone's story - even their own
LOL Truth.
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Date: 2014-02-13 01:33 am (UTC)Oh, that would have pissed me off HUGELY. You're to be congratulated for your restraint in not screaming at one or both of them!
Yep. :D
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Date: 2014-02-19 09:14 pm (UTC)OMG, SO GOOD! I have been stuffing it under my side when I sleep, so it's like, the bed and then the pillow and then me, kind of sleeping half on my side/half on the pillow and it has helped SO much. It has taken the strain off my stomach muscles AND taken the strain off my hip and ribs. Since my rib got messed up, the pull on the space between my hip and my rib has been terrible. I spend five minutes every night trying to find a way to put my legs that doesn't spend all night having gravity pull my entire side down in a weird twist. With the pillow under there, it props all of that up and lessens the pull so much. It's amazing! It hasn't helped so much during the day, but it has made those nine hours of sleep time like an actual chance for my muscles to rest and that is fucking awesome. Thanks for the tip!
Oh, that would have pissed me off HUGELY. You're to be congratulated for your restraint in not screaming at one or both of them!
Yeah, not really restraint so much as terror. When I was a kid, if I defied my mom she would do things like refuse to brush my hair or put my shoes on me (things I needed help with because of the disability), so I learned early that standing up to her was never worth it. She had these passive aggressive ways of punishing us that were often worse than my dad just losing his shit and hitting us. (I know people always meet my mom and she is so nice and then they don't understand why I grumble about her so much!)
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Date: 2014-02-20 01:55 am (UTC)My god, that SUCKS. I think if I knew more about the backgrounds of some of my students, I'd probably be a parent killer. But kids are so good at hiding that kind of thing, as I'm sure you very well know. Still: RAGE. *hugs*
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Date: 2014-02-20 03:13 am (UTC)But kids are so good at hiding that kind of thing, as I'm sure you very well know.
What happens at home, stays at home. Sadly, I got good at recognizing the signs and that made my daycare work harder than it should have been some days. Thanks for the hugs though! <3
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Date: 2014-02-20 03:18 am (UTC)For you, an infinite supply of virtual hugs!
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Date: 2014-02-20 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-20 03:30 am (UTC)Do the cats sort of snuggle up to their sides, or drape over them, or what?
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Date: 2014-02-24 09:34 pm (UTC)Shut it!
Do the cats sort of snuggle up to their sides, or drape over them, or what?
Kirk uses it as an actual pillow, like lays down next to it and puts his head on it. (usually just the monkey cuz that's in his Mommy's bed). Pippin kneads them when he gets over-excited. He gets over stimulated really easily and for some reason kneading something seems to help, so actually he's been a lot less nervous since we've got the Pillow Pets, because we can just bring him one of those and he will knead it until he is tired out and then he'll lay down with it. Neither of my boys give a crap about the pillows - they're above such nonsense (but move Buddy's baby bert doll from its spot and watch all hell break loose!). Roo really doesn't care about stuffed animals at all - I've tried a few different ones but he never took to any.
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Date: 2014-02-25 01:37 am (UTC)I love your kitty stories. Keep 'em coming!
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Date: 2014-01-16 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-24 09:44 pm (UTC)Thank you! I don't know what is going on inside there while I am sleeping, but it sure is fun! (they always say your brain uses that time to sort out things in your life - but I'm unsure what these dreams are sorting out for me, lol).
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Date: 2014-01-21 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-24 09:46 pm (UTC)Thank you! I find I either have terrible nightmares or like the wackiest adventures you can think of. It's so bizarre. But I always want more episodes of Community, so apparently my brain is just going to dream them for me! lo