Ade (agentfroot) wrote,
Ade
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First things first. spikeslustylove is dying to be mentioned, so now she is. Huzzah! Yay Spam! *gets a stool, stands on it, licks you, then prances away giggling evilly*

This morning I woke up from a very bizarre dream. I don't know where it began, but I'll start with the part I remember. I was going past a harbor of ships and heard people yelling at someone inside one ship. In the next, there were these rows of people on what looked like plastic trays (it's hard to describe - one minute they were real, the next they were plastic engravings). There were several rows of males and only one row of females. They were there for some educational thing. Then the authority people on the boat decided they were going to give all the females.... sex changes. I don't know why, maybe it was a weird gender thing where they only wanted males. So they led all the women up into this higher part of the boat, one by one, and proceeded to alter their anatomy against their wills. They emerged wearing this tiny little strap and cup-like thing over their privates. It was very odd. And apparently the people doing the operations didn't know how to make a... you know... so these poor girls had these terribly fake-looking things made out of wire and weird stuff that looked really big and exaggerated. Frankly, I don't want to know where my unconscious imagination comes up with this stuff, but it was freaky. Anyway, then this little survey thing came up with six cartoony pictures of people on it. It asked who I thought was a transsexual (what?) and I picked the prettiest girl. So it showed her leaving the boat place and trying to live as a transsexual. Apparently she had a little hermaphrodite baby or something, and everything was really weird and twisted. That dream faded out and a new one came. I'll skip the next part of the dream, since it basically involved running around a grocery store. It was pretty dumb and boring. Onward! I was apparently writing my novel about Annie, and she had apparently went to this woman's house. For some reason, some of the Argo guys decided to go after her and I was writing everything down as it happened. But I didn't want to use their real names in the story in case they ever read the novel, so I'd alter the names. They asked the woman there where Annie was, and I don't remember what she said. Then I stopped writing and realized, "Hey, this is boring and stupid. Why am I putting THIS in my novel?" Then the dream changed and I was in a bathroom stall, changing. Apparently I was wearing my old bathing suit that doesn't fit any more with a short-sleeved button-down shirt over it and overalls. I don't know why I chose to wear that, but I did. I was really struggling with the bathing suit because it's too small, and then one of my friends came up to the stall and looked in. The stall door was only up to around my chin, and everything was covered despite the fact that I was only halfway dressed, so I said hi to her. We started talking, and then for some reason we were comparing the width of our arms. Then another friend appeared (who I haven't seen since June), and I was talking to her and we compared arms. Then I heard yet another friend telling someone how she had a baby but it was a hermaphrodite (what's with all the weird genitalia in this dream, huh?) and she wanted it to have an operation. Then I realized that somehow I had a kid but I didn't want it to have an operation. It was really weird, and then somehow Hedwig appeared and everything made sense even though it was really twisted. I woke up confused, with "Angry Inch" in my head. My goodness, what a strange world my mind lives in.

I suppose I should get dressed, go have lunch, then take a shower. I actually have stuff to do today as oppose to yesterday, when I just sat in my room and played games all day.
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