warlock_bnj (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} warlock_bnj) wrote,@ 2009-01-03 10:11:00 |
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Odd
I had one of the most bizzarre dreams I've had for a while last night. (For that matter I had one of the first dreams I remember having in a while last night.)
It was nearly ten o'clock at night and the doorbell went. I didn't think my parents were going to open it at first, but then I said it could be police or something and on switching the front door light on they let four middle aged guys in. They all looked similar, rough around the edges, grey hair, some long, some with an Obi-Wan Kenobi braid, the odd scrappy denim waistcoat, you get the picture. The grey-blue type of filthy instead of the brown.
Anyway, turns out they were semi-religious nuts. They all walked in with this one book, handing it to us and talking about something. Turns out they worshipped the characters in Watership Down. Not the original book so much, nor the animated movie, but the television cartoon. Only in my dream it was a different, more shoddy cartoon version. They said they believed in peacefulness and calm, but I managed to get them all angry very quickly, proving in the process what a load of rubbish it all was. Mum wasn't pleased and went on about how I'm always denouncing religion and christianity and then accused me of being jealous because I didn't create the universe but wish that I had thought of it first. I had a rant about how they were worshipping a book originally written by a father for his two daughters, originally told on a long car journey, about rabbits.
Well the Watership Down Worshippers started to leave and I felt a bit guilty so I decided to try and catch one on my way out and make 'peace.' However, on my way through the living room I noticed Lizzy was on the sofa with a friend of hers called Sarag who she hasn't even spoken to in a year and what was persumably Sarah's boyfriend. No sooner had I noticed this did my phone ring. It was Sarah's father or stepfather or someone saying that someone would be over at 6:30 to pick her up. I argued with the point that it was nearly 10:30 and was told that it was the same thing. I had a bit of a moan at the guy who then said it sounded like I was having a hard time and need a gin and tonic.
+.+
Those are the basics or what I remember, and my head felt kind of weird when I woke up. Dreams are weird, and that is nowhere near the strangest one I've had.
P.S. I did not type the '+.+,' my cat did, but it was so cool and cute that I have decided to leave it there.
I had one of the most bizzarre dreams I've had for a while last night. (For that matter I had one of the first dreams I remember having in a while last night.)
It was nearly ten o'clock at night and the doorbell went. I didn't think my parents were going to open it at first, but then I said it could be police or something and on switching the front door light on they let four middle aged guys in. They all looked similar, rough around the edges, grey hair, some long, some with an Obi-Wan Kenobi braid, the odd scrappy denim waistcoat, you get the picture. The grey-blue type of filthy instead of the brown.
Anyway, turns out they were semi-religious nuts. They all walked in with this one book, handing it to us and talking about something. Turns out they worshipped the characters in Watership Down. Not the original book so much, nor the animated movie, but the television cartoon. Only in my dream it was a different, more shoddy cartoon version. They said they believed in peacefulness and calm, but I managed to get them all angry very quickly, proving in the process what a load of rubbish it all was. Mum wasn't pleased and went on about how I'm always denouncing religion and christianity and then accused me of being jealous because I didn't create the universe but wish that I had thought of it first. I had a rant about how they were worshipping a book originally written by a father for his two daughters, originally told on a long car journey, about rabbits.
Well the Watership Down Worshippers started to leave and I felt a bit guilty so I decided to try and catch one on my way out and make 'peace.' However, on my way through the living room I noticed Lizzy was on the sofa with a friend of hers called Sarag who she hasn't even spoken to in a year and what was persumably Sarah's boyfriend. No sooner had I noticed this did my phone ring. It was Sarah's father or stepfather or someone saying that someone would be over at 6:30 to pick her up. I argued with the point that it was nearly 10:30 and was told that it was the same thing. I had a bit of a moan at the guy who then said it sounded like I was having a hard time and need a gin and tonic.
+.+
Those are the basics or what I remember, and my head felt kind of weird when I woke up. Dreams are weird, and that is nowhere near the strangest one I've had.
P.S. I did not type the '+.+,' my cat did, but it was so cool and cute that I have decided to leave it there.
