life in mokievision

I only remember brief visuals from last night's dreams, no truly coherent narratives. But, for sick dreams (which are usually bland repetitive deals featuring lots of wandering or figuring up of sums and puzzles), they were wonderfully pretty.

My nephew was curled up in a school restroom (with odd frosted glass doors), upset because his group's Science Fair project didn't work right and his were the only wings that unfurled--big iridescent butterfly wings attached to a pack on his back. As I reassured him that it wasn't the end of the world, there was a bright 'pop!' and wings suddenly exploded from the pack strapped to one of his teammates. Alas, it was too late--the judging was over.

The young student approached the principal, who happened to be Morgan Freeman, and whispered something that would have been very inspiring in a film, something about the importance of the imagination. He took the scorecard on which the students had been rather viciously judged, and scored it by his own standards instead. It would have been a nice warm movie moment had I not wandered off by this point. Dream ADD!

Later, I was a student attending school in the local zoo. Mostly I dreamt of being on the bus, shuttling around town and between awkward fellow riders, and mentally mapping out a minor uproar as relatively wealthy local parents were considering sending their kids to a school just up the hill for the tax break, and how that would or would not alter their commute. Also, I believe I attended class with lorikeets at some point.

Must remember to take medicine a little earlier in the evening, I think.

I almost forgot to tell you this, LJ, and that would have been terrible.

In anticipation of a party at a home with cats last weekend, I took some Zyrtec and prepared myself for the consequences--extreme sleepiness, vivid dreams (paroniria!), impaired concentration and unexplained itching (paresthesia) over the 70 hours it takes to work its way out of one's system. Oh, and the possibility of hallucinations. Yes, Zyrtec and I have a weird and complicated history, so I don't take it often, but it's a knock-out antihistamine and it was all I had on hand, and I highly recommend it for parties with cats. Or parties with lasers. Lots of gravity, there was.

But I digress.

I took the Zyrtec, then I fell asleep, because that's what happens first, and why I took it well before party-time.

And then I dreamt, and I dreamt of a movie that was like "Snakes on a Plane," but not. No! It was snakes in a stadium.

With velociraptors.

And not the really-a-Deinonychus/Utahraptor of "Jurassic Park," either, but actual pint-sized velociraptors, lining up in the stands to chase people who ran from the snakes.

And it was awesome.

ETA: as noted in LJ comments, I didn't say the famous line, but "I turned to the dream screenwriter and pointed out we were going to have problems building drama because the raptors moved faster than the people in the tiered stairs, though."