Dakota

Lots a-going on. I'm helping Matt with the lights for the next ATC show, Journey, the original show Kathleen wrote. It's an okay show; it has some good messages, but I find some of it trying too hard to make a message. It has a good sense of humor though, and I'm looking forward to hearing the actual songs that are in it. Reading them isn't really working.

Matt's been stressing. We accidentally napped for three hours after work, sometime after 5, and that was probably the best thing for him in days. He's got so much to do, and there's only so much I can be supportive without being distracting. I know the show has come at an inopportune time, and he may not enjoy working on it as much he would like to. It's one more thing not making a deadline.

He's out of the show this week, so I'm playing Rocky. Very exciting, if only because the cast list is wonderfully different for this week. I'm looking forward to that. This week has gone by in a frightening blaze. It's Friday already. Hat Pick Night seems like three days ago, tops. Ah, oh well. I'll take it.

In dreams --

I was with a bunch of Rocky props; really large ones (one of them was the spacegun) and in a playground-like environment. A bunch of guff white trash-types come rambling over, and I realize that I can't let them see me in this Rocky outfit that I am in, which happens to be pink, girly, and dresslike, so I make up some story that I'm the boyfriend of one of the townfolk and hide behind some sheet metal to change. I realize that I don't have the ability to take all my props with me, but I get mostly changed and start to edge away.

One of the guys asks if I've ever been with a man before, and I am struck dumb. Normally, I assume I would be forthcoming, but these people look like they're out for blood. I avoid it, but one of them says that he's been with both men and women, but he's saying it in a way that's supposed to make me think that they'll approve just to find out the answer and then kill me. He says that when he's with a man and a woman at the same time, he makes this sound, "eka-leka" or something very close to that. He just pulls out a shotgun and tells me to say those words, as if that will prove my guilt enough.

I'm far enough away, but he starts shooting (in a way very uncharacteristic of a shotgun). I am afraid of getting shot, and my path is behind them. I force myself awake, and accidentally hit Matthew.

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Strangely, when recounting the dream, it seems more violent than I remember, but maybe it was. It also reminded me of a dream that I had when I was much younger, of me and my sister Sharon running away from a giantress (who, in hind-sight I have always later envisioned as my mom, although I don't think that was her in the dream). We got to the playground sandbox where the giantress (who was as massive in terms of width as in height) and clamped down on Sharon, snapping her body under hers. While she was busy doing that, I poked away behind the sandbox and slowly walked away, leaving Sharon.

Jesus, another one of these?

Concept:
01. Post the names of 20 of your favourite fandoms.
02. See who can guess which is your favourite character from each.
03. Once someone guesses right, bold (or otherwise emphasize) that row and include the character.

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