Attention to anyone who's read Jonathan Swift

[uberreiniger]

Do you remember that part in Gulliver's Travels where after he leaves the land of the Brobdignagians Gulliver is captured by humanoid arachnid aliens and he has to battle one of them to the death in order to escape, eventually stabbing its four eyes out with a piece of driftwood, and then the next thing he knows he's in this bowling alley playing a video game that's some kind of Tarot card game with the instructions for it being sung by Geddy Lee from the band Rush while T.A.T.U.'s They're Not Gonna Get Us blares from the bowling alley's speaker system?

Yeah, me neither. Damn that was a weird dream.

Comments

[kali-81.livejournal.com]

Yes, but did you WIN the tarot card game?

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

I think so. I think the prize was this Rush song about Tarot cards which doesn't actually exist now bouncing along in my head. Very catchy melody.

[kali-81.livejournal.com]

Niiiiice. Speaking of Tarot, I need to do something with my cards tonight.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Well, if there's any way to do a reading and find out if I'm going to write that song and make a few million off of it that would just be awesome :)

[kali-81.livejournal.com]

I can tell you without even doing the reading. No.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Damn! You're good!

[kali-81.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I get that all the time. ;)

[stitchedsutures.livejournal.com]

DUDE! hehe.. if the song doesnt actually exist and catchy, IT'S YOURS! Go play it on your B.C. Rich. Claim the tune you dreamt up.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

I'd have to tweak it. The bass line does sound a lot like "Tom Sawyer."

[equusk.livejournal.com]

>>which doesn't actually exist now<<

Why am I strangely reminded of Delirium now? A color that means both red and green at the same time?

Twisted dream, man. I applaud you. Only you have ever come close to the oddities that are my dreams, and that's an accomplishment (like to believe that Delirium's realms is child's play compared to my overacted subconscious).

How about a dream in which you're riding along a beach on a jet black horse. The horse is running through the surf, and it's splashing up at you. Strangely, you're an Amazonian, with a blck, feather cape and a golden mask shaped like a dragon head. You pull up the horse and look down at your hands. Your palms are cut from the reins, and there are little bits of glass in the cuts for no reason. When you look up, you, the uber-mysterious Amazonian are suddenly plunked in the middle of Times Sqaure. So, you do what you do best. Steal a horse and run to the beach, well... the pond of Central Park. And, as the police chase you in big, stupid, lazy circles around the pond, Sarah McLachlan is playing in the background and everything's moving in slow motion.

Ever have that one?

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Today I dreamt I was chasing a grasshopper around my kitchen, only it wasn't *my* kitchen. It was *a* kitchen and I'd never seen it before, but I knew it was mine. Anyway, as I'm chasing it, the grasshopper slowly morphs into a praying mantis. I manage to catch it in a napkin and put it outside but before I do it bites me on the palm of my hand and won't let go. So then my hand starts hurting like I've got a splinter in it and I start pulling this long, black, gooey hair-like thing out of the wound where it bit me. That was the end of the dream, thank heaven.

[anirishspitfire.livejournal.com]

That's awesome, I love the way you wrote that ^.^

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

I've been picking up a few pointers watching you ;)