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azuriteIf dreams are a way of the human brain sorting out things, I have no idea what kind of mess is inside mine.
I don't remember it all (since I was so exhausted, but I kept waking up and falling back asleep again, with remnants of the dream in my head), but I was trying to escape the U.S. with some people because it became this oppressive Big Brother-esque place. But for some reason, a small faction of us (from Mexico, where we'd all gone...) had to go back to do some sort of mission, and in going back, I found out that my father (Tim Allen!) died after years of being a hard-won sailor. It made me so upset, I ran out of the area crying, even though that was almost a dead-giveaway that I had some connection to Tim Allen, and therefore was a traitor like he'd been (except I think he'd stayed in the U.S. to help me and the others escape, and he eventually just stuck to his hard labor, didn't plan anything, and didn't complain).
I remember wandering into a precious stone shop and looking at the selection, and being a bit confused about how they had Azurilla (like Azurite + Chinchilla?) rather than the stone I was looking for (Azurite, of course), and this odd stone was kind of chartreuse rather than blue (but then again, I was looking at a CHART of the stones, with small blocks to indicate their color, rather than the stones themselves).
As I was looking at the chart, Scott (who'd seen me run out of the other place with Tim Allen's picture/plaque, saying that he'd died) came in, but we still had to go ahead with our plan, which, for some reason, involved giving someone on the other side a sandwich. Maybe the cheese was laced with poison or something? I remember we were in some sort of circular hover-craft with no roof, and I had to keep watch on the bag with the sandwich and the cheese, because it was that important.
In the end, we nearly all got caught, but we managed to escape with the help of some others (the gemstone store lady? the guy who pointed out Tim Allen's picture?). People had been dangling out the side of the escape hovercraft, but we all pulled each other up and made it. I was still upset that my dad/Tim Allen had died though.
o_o And that's all I remember, and I swear to God, it makes no sense. (And for the record, I have not watched anything with Tim Allen in it lately.)
I don't remember it all (since I was so exhausted, but I kept waking up and falling back asleep again, with remnants of the dream in my head), but I was trying to escape the U.S. with some people because it became this oppressive Big Brother-esque place. But for some reason, a small faction of us (from Mexico, where we'd all gone...) had to go back to do some sort of mission, and in going back, I found out that my father (Tim Allen!) died after years of being a hard-won sailor. It made me so upset, I ran out of the area crying, even though that was almost a dead-giveaway that I had some connection to Tim Allen, and therefore was a traitor like he'd been (except I think he'd stayed in the U.S. to help me and the others escape, and he eventually just stuck to his hard labor, didn't plan anything, and didn't complain).
I remember wandering into a precious stone shop and looking at the selection, and being a bit confused about how they had Azurilla (like Azurite + Chinchilla?) rather than the stone I was looking for (Azurite, of course), and this odd stone was kind of chartreuse rather than blue (but then again, I was looking at a CHART of the stones, with small blocks to indicate their color, rather than the stones themselves).
As I was looking at the chart, Scott (who'd seen me run out of the other place with Tim Allen's picture/plaque, saying that he'd died) came in, but we still had to go ahead with our plan, which, for some reason, involved giving someone on the other side a sandwich. Maybe the cheese was laced with poison or something? I remember we were in some sort of circular hover-craft with no roof, and I had to keep watch on the bag with the sandwich and the cheese, because it was that important.
In the end, we nearly all got caught, but we managed to escape with the help of some others (the gemstone store lady? the guy who pointed out Tim Allen's picture?). People had been dangling out the side of the escape hovercraft, but we all pulled each other up and made it. I was still upset that my dad/Tim Allen had died though.
o_o And that's all I remember, and I swear to God, it makes no sense. (And for the record, I have not watched anything with Tim Allen in it lately.)
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Date: 2007-06-23 08:08 pm (UTC)I've have weirder ones >_>;
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Date: 2007-06-24 12:26 am (UTC)