Eliyes

I dreamt that President Obama sat on the foot of my bed and chatted with me about the Avengers movie, Mercedes Lackey's Velgarth books, and how terrible the crossover of the two would be. And then the power went out, so he went to call his wife (from his cell) to see if she had power in her part of town and suddenly I was in a large department store where taichara was grumpily making donairs on a grill that was somehow part of the checkout lane, which I then had to clean, which meant teriyakibroth had nobody to distract my mother from forcing her to try on clothes for a ridiculously long time.

Pretty sure before that there was a huge house wherein I know there were Avengers, but I could only hear them from other rooms, and also I got locked out and it rained and terrorists attacked. Actually I think the terrorist attack is somehow related to how I wound up meeting Obama.

He was pretty cool.

Ugh, I dreamt that Talia al Ghul was detroying China. Storm and Kitty Pryde took her on, and there was an epic chase-fight in a mansion in Japan and I had a spy suit that talked to me in Casey Kasem's voice, which was a little weird, but I couldn't get anyone to exchange Canadian, American, or Chinese money to Japanese and my ex-wife (who only seemed to exist when I was a dude) thought I was dating again and broke into my house while I was away --

-- wait --

-- Storm and Kitty? It has just occurred to me that that's cross-company. *knocks on side of head*

Oh, yes, and baby Damian was there, and he had a tattoo of a hand on his chest, and he could fly, and he definitely had Talia's brown eyes. But then Talia started having totally blank skin-tone eye-holes framed by lashes, which was freaky enough that I was glad when Storm nearly set her on fire.

That's basically the most annoying type of dream I have, bar the nightmares. And I'm not really sure, now, how many of those microwakings were real. I mean the ones where my roomie was there obviously were at least partially dreamt becayse she left for work before I went to bed and is still there now.

The ones with Jack O'Neill are also unlikely to have been for real.

What I was dreaming when the alarm went off:

Doing a fashion shoot with Captain Sulu while down one level of escalators, Bea Arthur was driving away a wraith-hydra thingy by the power of her disdain alone.

So, last night I watched The Dark Crystal, and then I watched "The World of The Dark Crystal", which is a "making of" documentary.

Then I went to bed.

Naturally, I dreamt about Skeksis. That was much less freaky that the part where my boss and Captain Picard became one person who was very mad at me. D:

Or the part where I had to chase around Mario (the plumber, yes) who could hang from ceilings but did, after all, save me from a giant monster which, in retrospect, was essentially an enormous Fizzgig.

Kindly stay the hell out of my dreams, sir, and take the Master with you! I don't care if he/it looks like Ba'al (from Stargate) or Amanda (from Highlander), they truly aren't welcome. And take your sea mammals, as well. The SGA kids can stay, as long as Torri promises to get off the cocaine and stop splitting the planet open to dance through the heart of the world.

Most seriously and sincerely,

Eliyes