Crazy Dreams...
Nov. 17th, 2010 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wigglewhizFor the last few months in particular, I have been having some CRAZY ASS DREAMS. Like.... completely random jumbled images and insane stories. I always have weird dreams, but these ones have been extra weird thanks to the stress and anxiety of job/financial worries etc. I thought I would share this with you, since it's dance-related and features some flisties.
I was in a Middle-Easterny themed restaurant - it wasn't any restaurant I was familiar with... or rather, it was clearly cobbled together in my head from various dance-featuring restaurants I've been in or worked in over the years. A little bit of Sheharazad (stupid raised middle section with awkward stairs), Walima's paint job and below-stairs kind of feel, a very open front door/window section and strange tiny bar/cash desk like Mangal. There were definitely little mongrel bits of other restaurants as well, but that's what I mainly remember.
All of a sudden there was a dancer. And an orchestra! I realised - it was RANDA! What the hell is SHE doing HERE, of all places? (Where "here" was I'm really not sure - NZ? UK? Who knows). She finished her opening number and gestured to the band to accompany her in a kind of... theatre bow thing... towards the front of the restaurant where I was sitting. And I realised I was sitting on my own. And in fact, I was the only one in the restaurant. Randa knew it, and she... *rolled her eyes* at me.
-_-
Feeling a bit awkward, I applauded and cheered (by MYSELF, which would have no doubt just made me look like MOAR of a nutjob), and she softened and asked me to come over to the bar for a chat. A CHAT! With Randa! I'm surprised I didn't pee the bed with excitement.
We went to the bar, and she was chatting away about how she didn't want to do her next set until my "partner" was with me, and I explained that I was here to watch her just by myself. She spoke EXCELLENT English - her English gets better every time I see her, but this time it was flawless and fluent and easy. She started to get changed into another costume, right there at the bar, resulting in her being entirely nekkid to "cool down". I felt a little bit... awkward, needless to say, and wasn't entirely sure where to look. Incidentally, Dream Randa did not wear undies for dancing in. And... uh... followed the Arab beauty standard of being completely hairless. :os WHICH MEANS I LOOKED, I KNOW.
Now, I've often joked with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wooglethealien over who got to go gay for Randa should the opportunity present itself. Now I'm REALLY kind of worried about myself.
As I was turning my back to Randa and... stretching out my arms in that stupid way you do of trying to "cover up" someone getting changed (from the prying eyes of the COMPLETELY EMPTY RESTAURANT, WTH was I thinking?!), I noticed that there were people arriving. In my awkwardness I thought this was probably as good a time as any to go back to my table, and on the way there I passed a table wherewooglethealien and evil_spice were sitting - and they were laughing at me for being so awkward around nekkid Randa. I decided to foist myself on them and sit with them so I wouldn't look like a total Nekkid Randa Stalker.
beafarhana was suddenly there, announcing for Randa that she had the cold and had lost her voice, so she would just be dancing and not doing any audience socialising. (Like... she does audience socialising like we plebs have to?!) I kept my thoughts to myself about how well she was speaking to me earlier, and felt all pleased with myself like I had something SPESHUL on everyone else, ner ner nerrrrrrrr.
Somebody remarked "poor girl" about Randa and her cold - at which point Paul Daniels who was suddenly at the table next to us, heckled: "Is that a GIRL?" and made derisive faces. Fucking bastard! How dare he! I was absolutely enraged, and despite the restauarnt now being COMPLETELY full (as in, utterly jam-packed), I decided to heckle him right back (much to the chagrin ofwooglethealien and evil_spice ) and called him a "fucking alien heid-the-ba'"... for.... some reason. (I can assure you, heid-the-ba' is not a phrase I have EVER used in any kind of conversation, nor is my Glaswegian accent that thick).
Someone complained tobeafarhana (because she had become our School Outing Mistress or something? I guess I was beginning to wake up and things were getting a bit nutty) that I'd called Paul Daniels a heid-the-ba' when EVERYONE knows that poor old Paul Daniels had BRAIN CANCER and I was a complete insensitive hooligan.
And then I woke up, turning to Himself in all my righteous indignation and saying: "BRAIN CANCER?! Paul Daniels doesn't have brain cancer, that fucking arsehole! I can't be insensitive about brain cancer because ROO HAD THAT FUCKING BRAIN TUMOUR! Fucking Paul Daniels might want to stop being such a fucking JERK about Randa if he can't take it himself!"
Needless to say, Himself has gotten used to these random morning outbursts, but this one caught him rather by surprise.
I was in a Middle-Easterny themed restaurant - it wasn't any restaurant I was familiar with... or rather, it was clearly cobbled together in my head from various dance-featuring restaurants I've been in or worked in over the years. A little bit of Sheharazad (stupid raised middle section with awkward stairs), Walima's paint job and below-stairs kind of feel, a very open front door/window section and strange tiny bar/cash desk like Mangal. There were definitely little mongrel bits of other restaurants as well, but that's what I mainly remember.
All of a sudden there was a dancer. And an orchestra! I realised - it was RANDA! What the hell is SHE doing HERE, of all places? (Where "here" was I'm really not sure - NZ? UK? Who knows). She finished her opening number and gestured to the band to accompany her in a kind of... theatre bow thing... towards the front of the restaurant where I was sitting. And I realised I was sitting on my own. And in fact, I was the only one in the restaurant. Randa knew it, and she... *rolled her eyes* at me.
-_-
Feeling a bit awkward, I applauded and cheered (by MYSELF, which would have no doubt just made me look like MOAR of a nutjob), and she softened and asked me to come over to the bar for a chat. A CHAT! With Randa! I'm surprised I didn't pee the bed with excitement.
We went to the bar, and she was chatting away about how she didn't want to do her next set until my "partner" was with me, and I explained that I was here to watch her just by myself. She spoke EXCELLENT English - her English gets better every time I see her, but this time it was flawless and fluent and easy. She started to get changed into another costume, right there at the bar, resulting in her being entirely nekkid to "cool down". I felt a little bit... awkward, needless to say, and wasn't entirely sure where to look. Incidentally, Dream Randa did not wear undies for dancing in. And... uh... followed the Arab beauty standard of being completely hairless. :os WHICH MEANS I LOOKED, I KNOW.
Now, I've often joked with
wooglethealien over who got to go gay for Randa should the opportunity present itself. Now I'm REALLY kind of worried about myself.As I was turning my back to Randa and... stretching out my arms in that stupid way you do of trying to "cover up" someone getting changed (from the prying eyes of the COMPLETELY EMPTY RESTAURANT, WTH was I thinking?!), I noticed that there were people arriving. In my awkwardness I thought this was probably as good a time as any to go back to my table, and on the way there I passed a table where
wooglethealien and evil_spice were sitting - and they were laughing at me for being so awkward around nekkid Randa. I decided to foist myself on them and sit with them so I wouldn't look like a total Nekkid Randa Stalker.beafarhana was suddenly there, announcing for Randa that she had the cold and had lost her voice, so she would just be dancing and not doing any audience socialising. (Like... she does audience socialising like we plebs have to?!) I kept my thoughts to myself about how well she was speaking to me earlier, and felt all pleased with myself like I had something SPESHUL on everyone else, ner ner nerrrrrrrr.Somebody remarked "poor girl" about Randa and her cold - at which point Paul Daniels who was suddenly at the table next to us, heckled: "Is that a GIRL?" and made derisive faces. Fucking bastard! How dare he! I was absolutely enraged, and despite the restauarnt now being COMPLETELY full (as in, utterly jam-packed), I decided to heckle him right back (much to the chagrin of
wooglethealien and evil_spice ) and called him a "fucking alien heid-the-ba'"... for.... some reason. (I can assure you, heid-the-ba' is not a phrase I have EVER used in any kind of conversation, nor is my Glaswegian accent that thick).Someone complained to
beafarhana (because she had become our School Outing Mistress or something? I guess I was beginning to wake up and things were getting a bit nutty) that I'd called Paul Daniels a heid-the-ba' when EVERYONE knows that poor old Paul Daniels had BRAIN CANCER and I was a complete insensitive hooligan.And then I woke up, turning to Himself in all my righteous indignation and saying: "BRAIN CANCER?! Paul Daniels doesn't have brain cancer, that fucking arsehole! I can't be insensitive about brain cancer because ROO HAD THAT FUCKING BRAIN TUMOUR! Fucking Paul Daniels might want to stop being such a fucking JERK about Randa if he can't take it himself!"
Needless to say, Himself has gotten used to these random morning outbursts, but this one caught him rather by surprise.
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Date: 2010-11-16 08:53 pm (UTC)You know, if I get all cosmic about it, the anxiety/desire around Nekkid Randa probably has a lot to do with how you've been feeling about dance.
As for Paul Daniels, well LULZ.
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Date: 2010-11-16 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-16 08:56 pm (UTC)As for Paul Daniels, I should go on the record to say that I really don't hate Paul Daniels. I think he's a bit of an ass, an open-mouth-insert-both-feet kind of silly person, but I don't HATE HIS GUTS or anything. In fact, I don't exactly think of him. Ever. WTF he was doing there, I *rilly* don't know! :os
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Date: 2010-11-16 09:49 pm (UTC)Although he is more likley to have the clap than brain cancer!!
Note to self: STOP DRINKING TEA WHILE READING
Date: 2010-11-16 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-16 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-16 11:14 pm (UTC)Rest assured, I shall only ever post about dreams that I reckon are laffworthy. :oD Especially at my own expense.