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ink_n_impAs I alluded to in the last post, I had a "Snakes in my Old White Mini Van" dream, and I haven't even SEEN Snakes on a Plane yet! God damn!
So, in this high budget dream, I was working for some government/corporation thingie ma-bob that was participating in some big ass global summit thingie in South America, the rainforesty bit. Now, I have to fly back to the States to do some for my boss, so, in front of the hotel-of-amazing pulls up my friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rathbandu in my old white mini van. In this dream, he's playing the friend/coworker who's offered to drive me to the airport. I jump in the passenger seat, and I notice something moving behind the air vent but I can't tell what it is. But I've a plane to catch and we're off!!
This is when the first snake slithers out at my feet, a green snake with yellow stripes. I recognize it's not poisonous, and it's really passive, so I lift my feet and try not to panic or upset it. Snakes in the Jungle, right? These things happen, blah blah blah...
Well, a second snake slithers at my feet, this time, a black snake, and in this dream world a black snake of the South American rainforest persuasion equals OMG INSTA-DEATH! So, I'm startled and begin to panic, you know, the tight feeling you get in your chest and all of your senses are like "OMG DAMN THE TORPEDOES! FULL SPEED AHEAD!". But, this one is chill too and slithers off with the first snake to chill behind my seat.
Ok, they are staying in one place, so I keep an eye on them and begin to calm down, until snakes 3, 4, 5, and 6 slither out. All black too. And each more aggressive than the last.
Now, I'm really panicking. I yell atrathbandu to pull over, put he's all like "I can't, the speed limit on this highway is 100mph, if we pull over here someone will be sure to hit us! It'll be insta-death!" (this is where singealiene commented that my dream was the sick love child of "Speed" and SOAP.)
Even my dream self, of course, is now yelling about 'what the fuck is a highway with such a high speed limit doing in South America?!? This isn't the fucking Autoban!' and I take off my seat belt and jump up onto my seat to protect my legs. One particularly snappy snake starts climbing up my seat so I grab it by the tail and throw it to the back of the van.rathbandu is yelling at me to "put your fucking seatbelt on, do you wanna get killed in a crash!?" and I yell back "Don't fucking crash! Fucking snakes!" and I am reading to KILL something I'm so pissed.
FINALLY we pull out onto our exit, where NORMAL speed limit's exist, and he stops on the shoulder. I jump out, throw open the sliding side door, grab the mat the snakes are all piled on, and yoink it out of my damn van. They are tumble out, one huge angry snakey ball, and I jump back into the car. Not before, however, angrily telling the snakes to slither towards the jungle to the left, and not the traffic to the right. Cause I am so big hearted like that.
OK, this is where it really gets "WTF?!", cause as I am putting on my seatbelt, an Amazonian Native Indian drives by us. He sees the dumped snakes, SHEDS A FUCKING TEAR, and then GLARES AT ME.
This is the last fucking straw. I tell my friend to gun it, and we drive off, with me ranting about fucking animal activists and fucking South America and Fucking Snakes in my Fucking Van and Fuck this I am never going to the rainforest ever the fuck again, my fucking boss can go and fuck himself!
And last night, I was Link from "Zelda", and at first I was dueling with this haughty but nice looking Prince named Steve (Steve being a friend of mine in real life and a fellow I play D&D with) and my Link-self absolutely DESPISED Prince Steve (which makes no sense, cause I really like Steve, the boy practically has the patent on being the Nicest Guy Ever In The Whole World!)
Well, as we were taking a break from fighting, we and our respective entourages were captured by Captain Linzee (my old sailing coach from high school), who gang pressed us all into performing menial jobs for him. We were all split up in 5 HIGHLY uneven groups, and Prince Steve and I were ordered to whitewash fences.
Now, this pissed my Link-self off for three reasons:
1) We had to paint an entire backyard of fence, and it was only me and Prince Steve. There was ANOTHER team of 20 people working on power washing 10 feet of dock (something ONE person could do, leaving 19 people standing on said dock doing nothing!), but NO, EL CAPITAN couldn't pull some people away from the ONLY FUCKING POWERWASHER to help us paint, oh no!
2) On top of that, my Link-self absolutely DISPISED Prince Steve, As stated before.
3) AND Captain Linzee not only fucked up by giving me buckets of VARNISH instead of white paint (there by making it pointless to paint anything) but he tried to blame a girl named Christine for assigning me and Steve and not the 20 others to the fence-painting and for the Varnish mix up. Which is SOOOOOOO painfully like the man, I wanted to smack him mid dream.
....So, the short of the long is, Antonella has been having very, VERY angry dreams lately.
DAMN, just recounting those dreams is making me angry again. Fucking Snakes. Fucking Captain Linzee. I should have smack him around in that dream, I was LINK, I could have done it too.
*HRUMPH*
So, in this high budget dream, I was working for some government/corporation thingie ma-bob that was participating in some big ass global summit thingie in South America, the rainforesty bit. Now, I have to fly back to the States to do some for my boss, so, in front of the hotel-of-amazing pulls up my friend
rathbandu in my old white mini van. In this dream, he's playing the friend/coworker who's offered to drive me to the airport. I jump in the passenger seat, and I notice something moving behind the air vent but I can't tell what it is. But I've a plane to catch and we're off!!This is when the first snake slithers out at my feet, a green snake with yellow stripes. I recognize it's not poisonous, and it's really passive, so I lift my feet and try not to panic or upset it. Snakes in the Jungle, right? These things happen, blah blah blah...
Well, a second snake slithers at my feet, this time, a black snake, and in this dream world a black snake of the South American rainforest persuasion equals OMG INSTA-DEATH! So, I'm startled and begin to panic, you know, the tight feeling you get in your chest and all of your senses are like "OMG DAMN THE TORPEDOES! FULL SPEED AHEAD!". But, this one is chill too and slithers off with the first snake to chill behind my seat.
Ok, they are staying in one place, so I keep an eye on them and begin to calm down, until snakes 3, 4, 5, and 6 slither out. All black too. And each more aggressive than the last.
Now, I'm really panicking. I yell at
rathbandu to pull over, put he's all like "I can't, the speed limit on this highway is 100mph, if we pull over here someone will be sure to hit us! It'll be insta-death!" (this is where singealiene commented that my dream was the sick love child of "Speed" and SOAP.) Even my dream self, of course, is now yelling about 'what the fuck is a highway with such a high speed limit doing in South America?!? This isn't the fucking Autoban!' and I take off my seat belt and jump up onto my seat to protect my legs. One particularly snappy snake starts climbing up my seat so I grab it by the tail and throw it to the back of the van.
rathbandu is yelling at me to "put your fucking seatbelt on, do you wanna get killed in a crash!?" and I yell back "Don't fucking crash! Fucking snakes!" and I am reading to KILL something I'm so pissed.FINALLY we pull out onto our exit, where NORMAL speed limit's exist, and he stops on the shoulder. I jump out, throw open the sliding side door, grab the mat the snakes are all piled on, and yoink it out of my damn van. They are tumble out, one huge angry snakey ball, and I jump back into the car. Not before, however, angrily telling the snakes to slither towards the jungle to the left, and not the traffic to the right. Cause I am so big hearted like that.
OK, this is where it really gets "WTF?!", cause as I am putting on my seatbelt, an Amazonian Native Indian drives by us. He sees the dumped snakes, SHEDS A FUCKING TEAR, and then GLARES AT ME.
This is the last fucking straw. I tell my friend to gun it, and we drive off, with me ranting about fucking animal activists and fucking South America and Fucking Snakes in my Fucking Van and Fuck this I am never going to the rainforest ever the fuck again, my fucking boss can go and fuck himself!
And last night, I was Link from "Zelda", and at first I was dueling with this haughty but nice looking Prince named Steve (Steve being a friend of mine in real life and a fellow I play D&D with) and my Link-self absolutely DESPISED Prince Steve (which makes no sense, cause I really like Steve, the boy practically has the patent on being the Nicest Guy Ever In The Whole World!)
Well, as we were taking a break from fighting, we and our respective entourages were captured by Captain Linzee (my old sailing coach from high school), who gang pressed us all into performing menial jobs for him. We were all split up in 5 HIGHLY uneven groups, and Prince Steve and I were ordered to whitewash fences.
Now, this pissed my Link-self off for three reasons:
1) We had to paint an entire backyard of fence, and it was only me and Prince Steve. There was ANOTHER team of 20 people working on power washing 10 feet of dock (something ONE person could do, leaving 19 people standing on said dock doing nothing!), but NO, EL CAPITAN couldn't pull some people away from the ONLY FUCKING POWERWASHER to help us paint, oh no!
2) On top of that, my Link-self absolutely DISPISED Prince Steve, As stated before.
3) AND Captain Linzee not only fucked up by giving me buckets of VARNISH instead of white paint (there by making it pointless to paint anything) but he tried to blame a girl named Christine for assigning me and Steve and not the 20 others to the fence-painting and for the Varnish mix up. Which is SOOOOOOO painfully like the man, I wanted to smack him mid dream.
....So, the short of the long is, Antonella has been having very, VERY angry dreams lately.
DAMN, just recounting those dreams is making me angry again. Fucking Snakes. Fucking Captain Linzee. I should have smack him around in that dream, I was LINK, I could have done it too.
*HRUMPH*
