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What dreams are made of

Last night, I had an extremely flist-oriented set of dreams.

I knew I should have posted about it immediately because now some of the details have escaped me. There was something in there about magicnoireand her mother who were going on an artist's getaway with me to London. magicnoirehad four 1.5 x 1.5ft canvasses hanging on the wall of the room where I take African and bellydance classes, and she had painted the first with spraycans (standing at a distance of fifteen feet from the canvas no less) in a sunset landscape as seen through a rainy windowpane. She offered to let me paint one, but I couldn't find any inspiration.

And friggtold me that she was a fan of McDonalds and liked to "contribute to the vertical mass of their empire" whenever she could and that was why she felt compelled to collect the entire set of twenty of some crappy product they had put on the market.

Then I went to the grocery store saw a DVD called Thomas, a Drew Barrymore film with the singer Mika starring opposite her. I bought it and left, but looking at the back copy, I realized I'd already seen. I took it straight back to the store and a very nervous cashier gave me a refund and asked me to return it to the shelves before he fled the store. I did as he asked and discovered the store was under attack by werewolves. Never fear, a civet, which looked strangely raccoon-like, put on one of those gel-packed masks to relieve tired eyes and kicked their butts.

Then there was the matter of someone who looked kind of like me, but wasn't, who tried to poison the king. She seemed to think it served him right because he preferred drinking beer and eating sausages out of a traveling foodstand to running his country.

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frigg
Feb. 1st, 2008 11:30 am (UTC)
Bwhahaha the evil Miq certainly did have some similarities to the real (food-snob) Miq.

....and I did WHAT?????
mnfaure
Feb. 1st, 2008 01:40 pm (UTC)
Yeah, you just love those Golden Arches!!!!
footlingagain
Feb. 1st, 2008 11:39 am (UTC)
he preferred drinking beer and eating sausages out of a traveling foodstand

So poisoning would never have worked - his guts would be able to stand almost anything, I'd have thought.

I really like the gel-masked civet/raccoon kicking werewolf butt :)
mnfaure
Feb. 1st, 2008 01:47 pm (UTC)
*nods* Very logical on your part to have thought of that. She had to go on trial, but the king was such a regular Joe that I don't think his claims got any deferential treatment.

And I, too, was tickled pink with my karate-chopping civet coons. Much fun.

Edited at 2008-02-01 01:50 pm (UTC)
magicnoire
Feb. 1st, 2008 11:41 am (UTC)
I've fulfilled my lifelong dream of becoming a graffiti artist!!
mnfaure
Feb. 1st, 2008 01:53 pm (UTC)
*lol* Gives another sense to making dreams come true.

Seriously though, you and your mom are going to have to come up with a better way of explaining how you "simply channel the paint at the canvas"! :P
kmkibble75
Feb. 2nd, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
How totally random...
mnfaure
Feb. 2nd, 2008 07:30 pm (UTC)
Yep, that's pretty much my mind for you. Last night's dreams were just as *bad*.
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