dephigravity | I dreamed a dream in fandoms gone by

wendy and a few others were pining over the good old days of LiveJournal fandom. Those days when our Flists were so overfilled with posts that is was truly an accomplishment to actually be able catch up. We all kind of miss that interaction and sense of community fandom had before AO3 and tumblr scattered us to the wind. So we all made a pact to post more often, and in that spirit I present to you the reason why I am glad I don't dream often.

So I had a dream last night and really not sure what to make of it.

It started with my friend Jared. No, not Padalecki-- I only wish-- Jared is a friend from highschool and now lives halfway across the state, works full time for the National Guard, and is engaged to a guy old enough to be his father. ANYWHO...

So Jared calls me up out of the blue and asks me to meet him at his ex's, who in the dream was a forty something blonde woman with Farrah Fawcett (this I blame on

transfixeddream having me watch Hedwig and the Angry Inch) hair, house. When we arrive he begins smashing the house up, breaking windows, etc all in order to steal a Wii Game that she bought for his birthday.

We and our now grown up former high school clique gathered at his house to play the game which I think was one of those karaoke things, until there is a megaphone blasting outside telling us to surrender. Here the dream devolves into the Governor prison rampage scene from The Walking Dead but with less beheadings and zombies, but more gore and flying limbs. Somehow we win, but it is nationally known that Jared and I are responsible for the theft of the game and vandalism and we end up on the run.

I don't remember much through this point but that Jared and I are walking through a wheat field when we finally decide to turn ourselves in. Conveniently, a state trooper is pulling over some runaway kids hitchhiking on the highway up ahead. Without a word, we slide into the backseat and he drives us and the kids to the station where he is hailed as a national hero.

And this is where I devolve into a blubbering anxiety riddled mess as the realization that I will be going to prison forever. And the thing that made me the most blubbery? The fact that I wouldn't be able to see my puppy, Parker, grow up! Cuz, priorities!

Somehow the lady doesn't end up pressing charges, but only IF we are willing to fix her house. Jared has to work around the house as a nude carpenter and plumber while I am forced to wear neon orange vinyl short shorts and body paint. I end up having to draw and paint Disney's Jungle Book murals on all of her walls until every room is done. There was one room entirely devoted to an elephant puppy pile. :|

At this point is where Parker woke me up with his early morning I need to pee licking up my nostrils. THANK GOD.

So what's going on with you all? :)

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fiercelynormal.livejournal.com

That...is a messed up dream. Lol at the Farrah Fawcett do, though.

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vinylreckoning.livejournal.com

That was some dream! I might of laughed at the neon orange vinyl shorts tho! ; )

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dugindeep.livejournal.com

Jared has to work around the house as a nude carpenter and plumber while I am forced to wear neon orange vinyl short shorts and body paint.

Soooooo, are you going to write this fic? ;-)

What a crazy dream!! But yay for posting!

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