trinityvixen | A two-fer!

Dream-time!

I dreamt last night that this conspiracy-goon was looking for a pair of earrings I had. I spent the entire time looking for them with her and I swiped them and hid them before she could see. Then I spent the rest of the time driving around with her, still looking for them, trying to find a better place to hide them than in my shoe between my toes. Eventually, we came to my apartment and I dumped them in a little clear plastic baggy and sealed it and shoved that into my bottle of acetone (it's one of those opaque plastic ones that has a sponge in the middle to take off nail polish; I put the earring-baggy in the center).

I believe this is a direct result of a) watching Prison Break with its new female conspiracy goon, and b) reading Holes yesterday.

My other dream was no less adrenaline inducing. I was taking a test on movies and TV and I just kept messing up. I couldn't get a lot of the questions because they were about old movies and TV shows (yes, I thought of you,

moonlightalice). I got to the end with time to spare only to discover that I'd missed loads of questions whenever I went back to flip through my work and fix it. I started to panic because a lot of the ones I missed were ones I had absolutely no idea how to answer. I skipped back to the end to try and fill out something like twelve different questions offered as extra credit, all of them about Futurama. I cursed myself for not knowing more about these things (way not to be around in my dream to help,

neo_leviathan). They were really hard questions, too--not the sort of thing you'd get from even as many repeat viewings of the show as I've made.

And now, of course, I want to watch Futurama again.