Dream Post!
Jan. 21st, 2007 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenHee. Hee hee.
I dreamt that my younger sisters, my parents, and I were sharing a really expensive hotel suite with my aunt, her daughter, her daughter's kids, and my cousin's daughter's kid (so my aunt, my cousin, my two first cousins once removed and my one first cousin twice removed). I drove my aunt to the condo-esque, gated community type place, which turned out to be about three blocks away from my street at home. I also drove like maniac--in an SUV!--to get us there, remarking something like, "Yeah, Woods Lane is really posh. I guess we're staying there 'cause there isn't enough room for us at our house."
I haven't seen my cousin's kids for a while, so there were some awkward hellos and such, and then we went into the blindingly white-decorated condo, where my mother proceded to dole out swipe cards. We had to label them with sharpies as to what they did because I got an entire sheet of them. One swiped into the condo, one into the laundry, another into the gym, etc etc.
I promptly used one on some random door somewhere and entered a room where people were doing a script reading of a story. I picked up the lead female part right as I walked in, and presently was expected to do a rolling around, fighting-making out scene with the lead. Who was David Tennant (yeah, I love you, too, subconscious). After that practice, we made some notes about what needed to be more physical or less, I got compliments all around.
That's when I realized this was totally crazy. I said so, everyone agreed with me, and I woke up.
I dreamt that my younger sisters, my parents, and I were sharing a really expensive hotel suite with my aunt, her daughter, her daughter's kids, and my cousin's daughter's kid (so my aunt, my cousin, my two first cousins once removed and my one first cousin twice removed). I drove my aunt to the condo-esque, gated community type place, which turned out to be about three blocks away from my street at home. I also drove like maniac--in an SUV!--to get us there, remarking something like, "Yeah, Woods Lane is really posh. I guess we're staying there 'cause there isn't enough room for us at our house."
I haven't seen my cousin's kids for a while, so there were some awkward hellos and such, and then we went into the blindingly white-decorated condo, where my mother proceded to dole out swipe cards. We had to label them with sharpies as to what they did because I got an entire sheet of them. One swiped into the condo, one into the laundry, another into the gym, etc etc.
I promptly used one on some random door somewhere and entered a room where people were doing a script reading of a story. I picked up the lead female part right as I walked in, and presently was expected to do a rolling around, fighting-making out scene with the lead. Who was David Tennant (yeah, I love you, too, subconscious). After that practice, we made some notes about what needed to be more physical or less, I got compliments all around.
That's when I realized this was totally crazy. I said so, everyone agreed with me, and I woke up.
