miss_s_b: (Mood: Grateful)
So last night's dreams involved rescuing Brian May from badger cullers and hiding him in the space under the sofa (leading to Dream!SarahBrownCambridge asking me if I still had a guitarist in my sofa at one point)... ANYWAY. One thing one would obviously do if one had Brian in the sofa house would be to filk Queen songs. Allow me to present Dreamer's Poll:

Oh I used to be your MP
Used to be your pride and joy
I used to represent you
Just like any other boy
But now you've found another candidate
And left me like a broken toy

Oh it's someone else you're meeting
Someone else you're votin' for
Honey though it's fleeting
Know just what I have to do
If you don't like me when you're wakin'
I'll go to sleep and dream that you do

Oh take me take me take me
To the dreamer's poll
I'll be right on time
And I'll dress so fine
You're gonna vote for me when you see me
I won't have to worry
Take me take me
Promise not to wake me till it's morning
It's all been true


Anyhoo, I have an action day to get to. Laters!

I had a nightmare....

Saturday, April 12th, 2014 03:22 am
miss_s_b: (Mood: Oh dear)
... and it's one of those nightmares that's quite funny when you're not in it, so I'm going to blog about it because that will help me calm down from the panic/frustration I felt on waking.

So I was having an argument with someone I know well in the nightmare. I'm not going to name names because that would be unfair. And after some time of argument I could tell we weren't going to get anywhere, so I asked the person to leave...

Me: ok, I need you to go now
Them: *nod, smile, stay exactly where they are*
Me: no seriously, I need you to GO AWAY.
Them: Understood. Will do. *Still not moving*
After several more attempts of increasing lack of politeness, including begging and attempts at bribery
Them: I am doing! Honestly, I don't understand why you're getting so angry *still not moved at all*

This went on for quite some time with my getting more and more scared and frustrated by my lack of control over the situation and utter inability to get this person to leave... OfC now I'm awake I can appreciate the absurdity of it, but....

I Had A Dream...

Monday, January 30th, 2012 03:52 pm
miss_s_b: (Mood: Brain Hurts)
... last night, in which myself, [personal profile] magister, [personal profile] softfruit and [personal profile] hollymath were going to visit [livejournal.com profile] differentcolours in prison. I can't remember what he had been imprisoned for, or even if it was justified, but I do remember that it was a special prison for bisexuals, and that everything in there was ocean grey (or possibly military grey) - the walls, the clothes, the beds and bedlinen, everything.

My brain is doing very weird things of late, and this has been an example.


Tuesday, January 16th, 2007 11:53 am
miss_s_b: (Fangirling: Sam West)
Happy Buffday to [livejournal.com profile] gilesgurl and the lovely James May.

I think I bit my tongue in my sleep. It has all painful lacerations on it. Woe. Could be something to do with the dreams I had last night.

Honestly, what do people expect when they tell me this?
"...Samuel West follows his parents, Timothy West and Prunella Scales, in appearing in Midsommer Murders. He plays Jeremy Thacker, a virgin in his 30s."
Cue lots of deflowering dreams.

* eyebrow waggle *

In other news, Shrubby has been watching Peppa Pig this morning and is now insisting on calling me "mummy pig"...

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Monday, January 16th, 2006 10:58 am
miss_s_b: (Default)
I blame Miss D and her Pervy Al Gore fetish for this...

* hugs knees to chest and stares blankly ahead *

Last night's dream was the most horrible I have ever had. I was married. Happily, ecstatically, deeply-in-love married. To Gordon Brown. (Here is Gordon's wiki, for those blissfully unaware of his existence: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Brown ) Apparently news has just broken that Mrs Gordon is pregnant again, so perhaps some sort of vibe on the ether is jointly responsible with Miss D's pervy Al Gore fetish for this?

* whimpers *

Thank the FSM for small mercies, there was no jiggy-jiggy. But there was much gazing adoringly into each other's eyes, and holding hands whilst striding confidently across the countryside being filmed by the BBC for a documentary, with Jerusalem playing on the soundtrack. For some reason we also snuck into a church service and were horrified by the bile coming from the pulpit (possibly a reference to Hullfire's recent experience) at which point Gordon stood up and spoke movingly and magnificently about the traditions of liberal tolerance in both Britain and Christianity. As I looked on with pride and adoration...

I feel sick.

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