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A dream is a wish your heart makes
Apr. 30th, 2011 07:49 amI had the bestest set of dreams last night and I'm already forgetting them, noooooo.
The first one was not so much a fun dream as one with a really awesome story (I think?) and I wish I could remember enough of it to hammer it out of weird dream-structure and into some sort of story, and also see if it's actually as awesome as I thought it was. It took place in some sort of oddly overdeveloped dystopian future (Brave New World style); the main features that I remember were that the only available foods were dessert foods because all food was only owned by one company, which from their name, which I don't quite remember anymore, used to be Cold Stone Creamery until they bought out every other food production company ever. Oddly enough I don't think this had anything to do with national public health issues or the obesity crisis or whatever; I think it was all marketing--you could get all the nutrients and stuff from any other kind of food from only eating dessert, because the marketers found out that Americans really like dessert, so they marketed EVERYTHING into dessert. At some point I was upset about this (I actually do not want to eat dessert foods all day!) and I was also cranky about something else that I can' remember what it was but was apparently very taboo to complain about, or something, I've totally lost that part of the dream by now, but it ended up with my family and myself basically pissing off everybody and having to run away and hide. We were additionally disliked because we were immigrants; you could tell because we had three children. (I think my subconscious has been reading too many development economics textbooks at work.) (I think I was even whiter in my dream than I am IRL, because I distinctly remember being blonde, but the Americans in my head were really xenophobic.) Also there were no noncommercial spaces--there were basically just malls and hotels. People didn't have homes, they just stayed in hotels that were in the malls, all the time.
My second dream was less story-ish but was fun, since it involved going to a lot of Blind Guardian concerts. I was part of the press and for some reason this meant that I had to change my clothes for every single concert, because there were always specific t-shirts and stuff that the people in charge wanted me to wear. Most of them were uncomfortable and looked terrible on me, but mostly I was just concerned that endlessly changing my clothes was distracting me from preparing for the interviews I was supposed to be taking. Make of that what you will.
I also swear to God I had dreams about the short story I am trying to rewrite. We will see if that affects my actual rewriting of it in any way. Maybe next week, I can have some freaking dreams about Tess and what the hell is supposed to happen between getting out of Faerie and getting to the capitol.
This be my motto self right now.
The first one was not so much a fun dream as one with a really awesome story (I think?) and I wish I could remember enough of it to hammer it out of weird dream-structure and into some sort of story, and also see if it's actually as awesome as I thought it was. It took place in some sort of oddly overdeveloped dystopian future (Brave New World style); the main features that I remember were that the only available foods were dessert foods because all food was only owned by one company, which from their name, which I don't quite remember anymore, used to be Cold Stone Creamery until they bought out every other food production company ever. Oddly enough I don't think this had anything to do with national public health issues or the obesity crisis or whatever; I think it was all marketing--you could get all the nutrients and stuff from any other kind of food from only eating dessert, because the marketers found out that Americans really like dessert, so they marketed EVERYTHING into dessert. At some point I was upset about this (I actually do not want to eat dessert foods all day!) and I was also cranky about something else that I can' remember what it was but was apparently very taboo to complain about, or something, I've totally lost that part of the dream by now, but it ended up with my family and myself basically pissing off everybody and having to run away and hide. We were additionally disliked because we were immigrants; you could tell because we had three children. (I think my subconscious has been reading too many development economics textbooks at work.) (I think I was even whiter in my dream than I am IRL, because I distinctly remember being blonde, but the Americans in my head were really xenophobic.) Also there were no noncommercial spaces--there were basically just malls and hotels. People didn't have homes, they just stayed in hotels that were in the malls, all the time.
My second dream was less story-ish but was fun, since it involved going to a lot of Blind Guardian concerts. I was part of the press and for some reason this meant that I had to change my clothes for every single concert, because there were always specific t-shirts and stuff that the people in charge wanted me to wear. Most of them were uncomfortable and looked terrible on me, but mostly I was just concerned that endlessly changing my clothes was distracting me from preparing for the interviews I was supposed to be taking. Make of that what you will.
I also swear to God I had dreams about the short story I am trying to rewrite. We will see if that affects my actual rewriting of it in any way. Maybe next week, I can have some freaking dreams about Tess and what the hell is supposed to happen between getting out of Faerie and getting to the capitol.
This be my motto self right now.
