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I watched Dollhouse's finale. Damn you, Joss! The one thing I ask! I also watched Winged Creatures (trailer) which did nothing to help cope with Dollhouse. The bits with Forest Whitaker pissed me off royally (Get the fuck out of Las Vegas, moron! Especially when you've just won a shitload! Stop! Gambling!) but it was pretty good nonetheless.
This was, of course, another film watched because Jackie Earle Haley was in it (look, I find an actor who rocks my socks, I watch their films, okay?) and his bits were short but good. And I have to admit, the man can wear a tight t-shirt really well. Like, really.
My lean-and-mean body type preference is once again confirmed. (Also, it's hilarious that after the husband's outburst the wife stands up and totally towers over him. Bwahahaha! You use that advantage, girl!)
Dream 1: Driving in a car at night on some sort of long aimless road trip with Maskless-Rorschach sitting to Point of View's left, although POV is driving. R's quiet, but there's the sense that we're a (very dysfunctional, not entirely gung-ho-about-it) team. We go through the city, through a muddy jungle, an overgrown mountain and so on. R is inappropriately sexual - or at least there's the heavy innuendo of it - in the hand-job-whilst-driving sense. [This has come up in various books or films, often leading to dead folk, like American Gods. Also very strong image from Little Children's Ronnie.] We reach the foot of a mud-surrounded mountain which we can't drive around or over due to its sheer sides. We're given refuge by mud people who live in the mountain and are building a city. [The head boss is a woman who reminds me of ex-beau's mother.] In a dark tunnel, we add our abbreviated signatures to those scribbled into a mud wall. I do the actual signing for the two of us, although my signature comes out wonky. [I suck at signing my name sometimes, and failed miserably at it during my graduation, because writing cursive quickly is hard.]
Later, when I was half-awake, I got the feeling that we couldn't leave the underground mud city. Not that we were being kept prisoners, but that the mud people say'd they'd help us after they'd built so-and-so, except the building of that would take years. So R and I'd have to decide whether to wait that long, or to walk off without our car into the desert.
Dream 2: [My scribbles are particularly incomprehensible for this one.] Saying goodbye David Tennnant and John Barrowman, who are sitting together at the exit of the American Embassy, on the right-hand exit. At night, or during the day, I hug them goodbye and kiss John on the lips, although there's nothing sexual about it. I drive out alone, park, walk past a food market, reconsider buying a slushie and listen to mom complain about the size of fruit bits.
I've gone to Mont Royal to walk alone, to take a breather, but my mom's there with me and I don't want her along.
I infiltrate an art gallery which is actually a prostitution ring, trying to get data on the girls they've trapped into the business. In an art-examining room upstairs, overlooking the shop, I examine incriminating shells and trinkets, which I hide into the pillows whenever an art gallery worker comes in. A boy uncovers the trinkets but before I'm discovered another guy walks in and I flirt with him, saying that I only wanted anatomy companions [which I'm guessing meant similar artworks] for some of the wooden figurines I have [or maybe it's figurine!sex?]. We talk and it's all good, he buys my fake cover and mom buys an art paining of translucent tulips.
Dream 3: Celebrating on a hill, Simon Tam [whom we saw on and squeed at recently in Human Target] is much too close to the edge of the downhill boundary [Hello, skiing fear of falling off the edge!] I tell him to get away but he falls. I scoop up a bottle and champagne glasses, stopping them from falling and shattering, feeling that this gives me extra points in the prevention-of-horrors department, as in, "See how awesome I am? I caught falling things!" I then rescue Simon and we end up hanging on the snowy and icy edge of a hill, overlooking a city far, far away. I shift, don't want to fall, try to swing my body onto the road next to me, away from the precipice. I succeed, but this causes the hill's slope - now a bridge leading down from the top of the hill to the world down below - breaks in a great wave-crashing motion, like an earthquake [Hello, Haiti!] Everyone is incredibly angry at me for breaking the bridge and cutting them off from the world, and no one is happy that I didn't fall off myself, they don't seem to care that I only did it to save myself. Later, in the cabin, I'm checking out some figurine candles when my brother, in a rage over the bridge, pushes me with such force that I end up flying face-first into a wall. [This qualifies as a nightmare according to Sickle's "If it makes me anxious like hell" requirement.]
Dream 4: In an old apartment with Gabrielle and co, I'm playing the piano but some parts of it are missing. Someone comes in through the elevator, the apartment is abandoned, post-apocalyptic style, and someone is trying to kill me.
Dream 5: I'm with The Doctor. I create the Sistine Chapel's paintings with only my mind, watching the paint blossom on the ceiling, and I know that I'm some sort of angelic creature. Outside, I run down a street to Roman ruins, all loose stones and buildings with bull heads [That's more Mesopotamian, subconscious.] behind a blanketed wire gate, and I try to get Donna to see them from the right angle through the little hole in the gate. The Doctor, Donna and I take a boat tour, giving each other a great big hug of affection, drink the whiskey that's passed around for the passengers (except for the Doctor, who can't) while dogs on leashes run alongside the boat before jumping in with their owners.
Dream 5: [Holy scribbles, Batman!] Children. Freddy Kreuger. A lady and another car by the river, they pack things together. Ice. Escape, running and screaming along the river. A sewer kitten and dinosaurs.
I am a dog in a boiler room [Hello, location of kink meme fic where Rorschach gets raped!]. Behind the wall is a niche where I am told to hide by the sewer pack of dogs, but it's more of a "Ha! Go in to your death! Or we rip you to shreds!" thing. A lady sees me and gives chase. I run and take a bitch down in the fight - woohoo! - and my ally is scared of dogs.
Dream 6: Reading a government registration website for a sightseeing building. It's dark, after school. Inside the building is a horrible mosaic, ice cracks and everyone takes the bus while I stand waiting for mom whilst holding a sword. I see Maskless-Rorschach. [Yes, another Rorschach. Honestly, my subconscious has never been this prolific at throwing out things I'm currently obsessed with. Weird little thing.]
Dream 7: In a school room - there's desks and chairs - I'm sitting in the Dollhouse chair, but it won't work with me, or hurt me, so Paul Ballard takes it, wraps me in a suit bag. I'm holding the suit bag I'm in, being in two places at once, and the bag!me is supposed to be dripping.
I escape, trying to lose people in the metro, but am followed in the metro station, get to an alley but it just doubles back to the train station, so I take the train.
I'm in Barcelona, ordering ice cream but after x time from when I ordered, they've changed the place, and there's no ice cream - only three or four flavours - except I've already paid so I get something anyway, even though I don't want it anymore.
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Supernatural:
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awakencordy's Icons
light_ofmy_life's Icons Jared&Gen (22), SPN (25) and Katie Cassidy (2) - Also includes Beatles, Stock and Emma Watson
blackcat333_99's Meta Swap Meat: Reality vs. wishful thinking. Is it a case of the grass is always greener?
missjack's Meta Swap Meat: Swapping Dean for Sam, and plot requirements thereof.
kimmydreamer's Picspam Jared/Gen - Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Pinkraygun's Meta Sam, Interrupted
Lost:
hitlikehammers's Meta The Art Of Writing Richard
Jackie Earle Haley (Human Target, Watchmen, Appearances):
mcscary's Icons Human Target: Must Be Wednesday ; JEH - Sporfle! ; JEH and Watchmen - I want to go to the gun show!
youquit's Icons
Dollhouse:
dollhouse_tv's Finale Comment Thread
queenanthai's Finale and General Thoughts
Random Fandom:
tarapierson's Request for anonymous responses to questions on slash experience for undergraduate thesis
metaquotes' thread yields book recommendations.
iconsbycurtana - Icons
Vampirely's Extra Credit: The Twilight Saga and Domestic Abuse
Random:
wtf_nature's Harry, the hairless Percheron horse. ; Hairless chimp image
* Don Delillo
I watched Dollhouse's finale. Damn you, Joss! The one thing I ask! I also watched Winged Creatures (trailer) which did nothing to help cope with Dollhouse. The bits with Forest Whitaker pissed me off royally (Get the fuck out of Las Vegas, moron! Especially when you've just won a shitload! Stop! Gambling!) but it was pretty good nonetheless.
This was, of course, another film watched because Jackie Earle Haley was in it (look, I find an actor who rocks my socks, I watch their films, okay?) and his bits were short but good. And I have to admit, the man can wear a tight t-shirt really well. Like, really.
My lean-and-mean body type preference is once again confirmed. (Also, it's hilarious that after the husband's outburst the wife stands up and totally towers over him. Bwahahaha! You use that advantage, girl!)
Dream 1: Driving in a car at night on some sort of long aimless road trip with Maskless-Rorschach sitting to Point of View's left, although POV is driving. R's quiet, but there's the sense that we're a (very dysfunctional, not entirely gung-ho-about-it) team. We go through the city, through a muddy jungle, an overgrown mountain and so on. R is inappropriately sexual - or at least there's the heavy innuendo of it - in the hand-job-whilst-driving sense. [This has come up in various books or films, often leading to dead folk, like American Gods. Also very strong image from Little Children's Ronnie.] We reach the foot of a mud-surrounded mountain which we can't drive around or over due to its sheer sides. We're given refuge by mud people who live in the mountain and are building a city. [The head boss is a woman who reminds me of ex-beau's mother.] In a dark tunnel, we add our abbreviated signatures to those scribbled into a mud wall. I do the actual signing for the two of us, although my signature comes out wonky. [I suck at signing my name sometimes, and failed miserably at it during my graduation, because writing cursive quickly is hard.]
Later, when I was half-awake, I got the feeling that we couldn't leave the underground mud city. Not that we were being kept prisoners, but that the mud people say'd they'd help us after they'd built so-and-so, except the building of that would take years. So R and I'd have to decide whether to wait that long, or to walk off without our car into the desert.
Dream 2: [My scribbles are particularly incomprehensible for this one.] Saying goodbye David Tennnant and John Barrowman, who are sitting together at the exit of the American Embassy, on the right-hand exit. At night, or during the day, I hug them goodbye and kiss John on the lips, although there's nothing sexual about it. I drive out alone, park, walk past a food market, reconsider buying a slushie and listen to mom complain about the size of fruit bits.
I've gone to Mont Royal to walk alone, to take a breather, but my mom's there with me and I don't want her along.
I infiltrate an art gallery which is actually a prostitution ring, trying to get data on the girls they've trapped into the business. In an art-examining room upstairs, overlooking the shop, I examine incriminating shells and trinkets, which I hide into the pillows whenever an art gallery worker comes in. A boy uncovers the trinkets but before I'm discovered another guy walks in and I flirt with him, saying that I only wanted anatomy companions [which I'm guessing meant similar artworks] for some of the wooden figurines I have [or maybe it's figurine!sex?]. We talk and it's all good, he buys my fake cover and mom buys an art paining of translucent tulips.
Dream 3: Celebrating on a hill, Simon Tam [whom we saw on and squeed at recently in Human Target] is much too close to the edge of the downhill boundary [Hello, skiing fear of falling off the edge!] I tell him to get away but he falls. I scoop up a bottle and champagne glasses, stopping them from falling and shattering, feeling that this gives me extra points in the prevention-of-horrors department, as in, "See how awesome I am? I caught falling things!" I then rescue Simon and we end up hanging on the snowy and icy edge of a hill, overlooking a city far, far away. I shift, don't want to fall, try to swing my body onto the road next to me, away from the precipice. I succeed, but this causes the hill's slope - now a bridge leading down from the top of the hill to the world down below - breaks in a great wave-crashing motion, like an earthquake [Hello, Haiti!] Everyone is incredibly angry at me for breaking the bridge and cutting them off from the world, and no one is happy that I didn't fall off myself, they don't seem to care that I only did it to save myself. Later, in the cabin, I'm checking out some figurine candles when my brother, in a rage over the bridge, pushes me with such force that I end up flying face-first into a wall. [This qualifies as a nightmare according to Sickle's "If it makes me anxious like hell" requirement.]
Dream 4: In an old apartment with Gabrielle and co, I'm playing the piano but some parts of it are missing. Someone comes in through the elevator, the apartment is abandoned, post-apocalyptic style, and someone is trying to kill me.
Dream 5: I'm with The Doctor. I create the Sistine Chapel's paintings with only my mind, watching the paint blossom on the ceiling, and I know that I'm some sort of angelic creature. Outside, I run down a street to Roman ruins, all loose stones and buildings with bull heads [That's more Mesopotamian, subconscious.] behind a blanketed wire gate, and I try to get Donna to see them from the right angle through the little hole in the gate. The Doctor, Donna and I take a boat tour, giving each other a great big hug of affection, drink the whiskey that's passed around for the passengers (except for the Doctor, who can't) while dogs on leashes run alongside the boat before jumping in with their owners.
Dream 5: [Holy scribbles, Batman!] Children. Freddy Kreuger. A lady and another car by the river, they pack things together. Ice. Escape, running and screaming along the river. A sewer kitten and dinosaurs.
I am a dog in a boiler room [Hello, location of kink meme fic where Rorschach gets raped!]. Behind the wall is a niche where I am told to hide by the sewer pack of dogs, but it's more of a "Ha! Go in to your death! Or we rip you to shreds!" thing. A lady sees me and gives chase. I run and take a bitch down in the fight - woohoo! - and my ally is scared of dogs.
Dream 6: Reading a government registration website for a sightseeing building. It's dark, after school. Inside the building is a horrible mosaic, ice cracks and everyone takes the bus while I stand waiting for mom whilst holding a sword. I see Maskless-Rorschach. [Yes, another Rorschach. Honestly, my subconscious has never been this prolific at throwing out things I'm currently obsessed with. Weird little thing.]
Dream 7: In a school room - there's desks and chairs - I'm sitting in the Dollhouse chair, but it won't work with me, or hurt me, so Paul Ballard takes it, wraps me in a suit bag. I'm holding the suit bag I'm in, being in two places at once, and the bag!me is supposed to be dripping.
I escape, trying to lose people in the metro, but am followed in the metro station, get to an alley but it just doubles back to the train station, so I take the train.
I'm in Barcelona, ordering ice cream but after x time from when I ordered, they've changed the place, and there's no ice cream - only three or four flavours - except I've already paid so I get something anyway, even though I don't want it anymore.
Squee of the Day:
made_of_fail_pc's Episode 25 is live! \o/Links of the Day:
Supernatural:
awakencordy's Iconslight_ofmy_life's Icons Jared&Gen (22), SPN (25) and Katie Cassidy (2) - Also includes Beatles, Stock and Emma Watsonblackcat333_99's Meta Swap Meat: Reality vs. wishful thinking. Is it a case of the grass is always greener?missjack's Meta Swap Meat: Swapping Dean for Sam, and plot requirements thereof.kimmydreamer's Picspam Jared/Gen - Let it snow, let it snow, let it snowPinkraygun's Meta Sam, Interrupted
Lost:
hitlikehammers's Meta The Art Of Writing RichardJackie Earle Haley (Human Target, Watchmen, Appearances):
mcscary's Icons Human Target: Must Be Wednesday ; JEH - Sporfle! ; JEH and Watchmen - I want to go to the gun show!youquit's IconsDollhouse:
dollhouse_tv's Finale Comment Threadqueenanthai's Finale and General ThoughtsRandom Fandom:
tarapierson's Request for anonymous responses to questions on slash experience for undergraduate thesismetaquotes' thread yields book recommendations.iconsbycurtana - IconsVampirely's Extra Credit: The Twilight Saga and Domestic Abuse
Random:
wtf_nature's Harry, the hairless Percheron horse. ; Hairless chimp image* Don Delillo
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Date: 2010-02-01 12:08 am (UTC)*huggles again ♥
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Date: 2010-02-01 12:18 am (UTC)And you're wonderful too! ♥
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Date: 2010-02-01 02:07 am (UTC)THIS. IS. AMAZING.
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