It's Like Monty Python With Robots

I get to drive four hours with my mom to go to the orthodontist today--*headdesk*--but I'll be back tomorrow.

You know something's wrong when I am awake at 6 AM.

So, I had a really weird dream last night while I was only half asleep after half-waking up at 3 AM. Like, super weird. Even for me.

I don't remember a lot of it, but I think there was a plot kind of like Monty Python's The Holy Grail, except Bender from Futurama was in it. And there was another part that I think had Vendetta from Making Fiends.

I'm not quite as original as I used to be. Maybe it's all the TV I've been watching. If it wasn't for Netflix and Hulu, I would literally go insane.

Speaking of TV, did anyone see the Doctor Who mid-season finale on Saturday? Wait, it hasn't been broadcasted in the states yet.

Okay, here's an awesome thing for today. In case you're wondering, this doesn't count. But I'm still laughing evilly.

I'm sure Claudia has something to say about this, but I don't have enough life force to summon her from the depths of Hel today.

No, that's not a typo. She's Nordic.

I Haven't Done This In A While

I hope you weren't too annoyed with yesterday's post. France is awesome, so you shouldn't have been. Come on, they have Napoleon, who was pretty freaking awesome (Moral of the story: That weirdo loner kid with the strange accent WILL grow up to become emperor of a lot of Europe--always.), baguettes, the French language, Vincent Van Gogh…I'm just gonna stop here.

Also, this post was supposed to be about something that I have just got to share with you.

So, everything was business as usual. I woke up in my normal bed with normal light coming in the windows, walked down the hall to my normal kitchen, and said good morning to my normal dad.

No, I didn't. This was a dream. I recognized it pretty quickly and kind of freaked out. My dad told me to calm down and that there was someone in the back room who would help me wake up.

Said person was eerily reminiscent of that one person in Labyrinth. You know, that woman who came into Sarah's room after she thought she was home, and tried to tell her how great and normal everything was. [SPOILERS!] But then it turned out that it wasn't Sarah's actual room at all, and she was in a garbage dump. Fun, fun, fun.

Yeah, that whole movie was kinda mind screw-y.

But back to my dream.

I demanded to wake up, and the witch lady told me to go back to my bed and fall asleep, and then I would wake up. I followed her advice--falling asleep incredibly quickly, for me--but when I woke up I ran back to her and shouted, "This is still a dream!"

Again, she told me just to go back to sleep and I would wake up in the real world. I did, and woke up in the dream again. This happened several more times until I finally snapped and tried to throttle her. (There may have been expletives involved, but I can't remember.)

My dad dragged me off her and she promised that this time for sure I would wake up in the real world. I stomped back to my room and fell asleep.

Guess what happened?

"OMG DAD YOU MADE PANCAKES!"

I actually woke up. What a great Saturday. Unless I'm still asleep and all this has been a dream in which case I really hate my subconscious mind.  I refuse to believe the preceding sentence is true.

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Well, this has been a rather roundabout way of saying, "I had a dream where I knew it was a dream and I tried to wake up in the real world, but I kept waking up in the dream." Or, to an extent, "I had a dream once that was kind of like Inception meets Labyrinth."

Also, I finished watching all of Invader Zim on Netflix before going to bed last night.

Only 27 episodes?! SO MUCH ANGST. 

Today's awesome thing is somewhat related to yesterday's. Wait, maybe it was the day before. Oh well. 

I Feel Old

Does anyone remember that there was a time when movies came out on tape before DVD? And there was a time when DVDs—and Blu-Rays, which I'm not sure I'm spelling right—weren't even invented? And you could buy a car that would play cassette tapes instead of CDs? God, I feel so old. I'm not old enough to remember vinyl records or silent movies, but I still feel really, really old.

I went to the optometrist today and they put on The Little Mermaid II in the waiting room for these little girls, and it was on video tape. When the lady was putting it in the machine, I thought, "Whoa, weird." Then I remembered, "Oh yeah…I was part of the generation that watched movies on tape, even if I was on the tail end."

In addition to feeling old, I'm also feeling loopy from having my eyes dilated and staring at the screen is giving me a headache, so now I'm going to go lie down for a while.

Time Machines and Scary Messages

This post is going to be just me recounting a couple of dreams that I had. The first one I had last night, but I can only remember a bit of it. The second I had a long time ago and really freaked me out. I count it as my only real "nightmare."

Last night's dream was basically about the TV show 3rd Rock From The Sun, so it might not make much sense to most of my friends that are reading this. Anyway, Tommy (a character) from one of the first seasons found a time machine and came to the "present," which was around the fourth season. And for some reason nobody noticed that he looked completely different. But then the Tommy from the present walked in and everybody started freaking out. That, I think, is when I woke up.

I bet this means that I need to stop watching so much TV.

In the other dream, my nightmare, I was sitting on the floor of my room, and I happened to look over and see a small TV sitting inside a TV case with velvet curtains. The screen was black, but then the word CLICK appeared in the center of the screen and all the air got sucked out of the room. I tried to call for help, but I couldn't breathe.

I'm pretty sure I died in that dream. That seems to happen to me a lot.