Jan. 25th, 2010

Had an INSANELY detailed and cinematic dream last night, wherein I woke up (within the dream), and, while having breakfast with one of my roommates before I had to leave for work, checked my daily lotto ticket. Not that I BUY lotto tickets in real life, but my dream self appeared to be quite keen on a daily flutter, so to speak. So I check my numbers, and…Lo! The last set of them MATCH THE WINNING NUMBERS.

Of course, in the dream I checked the numbers over. And over. And then again for good measure. And then again because it seemed like the thing to do. And as I'm checked them I'm all rather level headed about it, very "steady on now, let's not get too excited, might just be seeing things". But the numbers match. 60 million is mine for the claiming (and why 60 million? Seems a bit odd, low even by big NY State lotto standards).

So, I carry on with my day, heading out to claim my winnings, thinking of all the things I can do with 60 million, when I get a call on my cell phone. It's a mystery man who sounds ominous and familiar, but I carry on the conversation with great enthusiasm, explaining to him my good fortune. Too which he says, "yes, well, you only have 30 seconds", and hangs up.

No explanation as to WHAT I only have 30 seconds for, but camera pans in front of me, and suddenly I've turned into the Doctor. As in Doctor Who. YEA, I DON'T EVEN WATCH DOCTOR WHO, WTF? But then my dream becomes AN EPIC RACE THROUGH WHAT I'M GOING TO PRESUME WAS SUPPOSE TO BE LONDON. At one point I hop into the driver's seat of a car three people are climbing into, and after yelling my apology at them I then tell them to either get in or out (they got in); I then sped off with the stolen car across public squares, traffic circles, at one point I even drove the car down some stairs.

AND WHAT TURNED OUT TO BE THE REASON FOR MY GREAT RUSH? I had to buy a Harry Potter Gryffindor scarf, and bring it to a school that was breaking out into a riot in the school courtyard over it. I got on the scene, held the red and yellow scarf over my head like I was frickin' Moses bringing the 10 Commandments from the mountain--

And proceeded to drape the scarf around Dumbledore's shoulders. Which stopped the riot, and caused the high schoolers to break out into cheers.

CONCLUSION UPON A CAREFUL EXAMINATION OF MY SUBCONSCIOUS? MY BRAIN THINKS FANDOM IS FUCKING CRAZY.
So I tweeted about my lotto/Dr. Who/Dumbledore dream, and someone who follows me (whom I certainly don't know IRL and who I thinks follows me because of me being the sidekick of the Nostalgia Chick), posted THIS in response.

OMG. I CAN'T EVEN. I JUST GOT PHOTOSHOPPED YOU GUYS. AS DOCTOR WHO!NELLA.

WORDS. THEY FAIL ME.

I'M GOING TO BE FEELING WAAAAAAAAAAAY TOO GEEKILY COOL FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. THERE WILL BE NO LIVING WITH ME.

NOW WHERE'S MY SONIC SCREWDRIVER?

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