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This takes the cake...

Okay, I've been having some odd and vivid dreams over the past week; more than usual, I mean. (Moving anxiety dreams, of course. Dreamt I was in an SCA tournament and was being asked to do something patently ridiculous that I didn't know how to do, like, "train-running", and I didn't even know what that was, but it turned out to involve having a race with someone else by running along the roofs of moving train cars. Dreamt I was leading one of those police/military standoffs with some charismatic but psychopathic cult leader, crouching behind a van holding a sniper rifle while he invited us all in to have breakfast before the shootout. etc.)

I feel I must mention, though, that this morning, I dreamt that I took Lord Yu miniature golfing.

(For the non-Stargate infected amongst my friends, all you need to know is: 3,000-year-old Chinese emperor with a megalomaniacal parasitic alien snake in his head.)

Yes, there was dream-logic. It all sort of started out around the SGC briefing room table, where they were having this summit meeting with Yu. He was sort of in one of his more unreasonable, Evil Overlord moods, and they were trying to explain to him that he shouldn't throw the sort-of kind-of cooperative agreement he and they had out the window, and he was explaining that as a Goa'uld, he hated and despised all humans, and they were trying to win him over by explaining how they knew that but the fact that he keeps being helpful to us makes us feel kind of warm and fuzzy towards him, even if he is a Goa'uld. (That part of it felt more to me like I was watching it than participating; I was just sitting there wondering why they'd suddenly decided to start dyeing Jack's hair brown again, because it was a really bad dye-job, and darnit, we *like* the silver.)

And then, and I'm really not sure why, it was me having to be, like, Lord Yu's handler or something. And we were on the Jersey shore and I said, hey, let's go miniature golfing. Which was totally beneath him because he's a Goa'uld and the Jade Emperor, but I insisted. It wasn't the course I had worked at, it was another more elaborate one on the island. Lots of water-hazards. And at one point, I ran into my Aunt Marge and Uncle Jack (the former of whom is dead, actually), and I had to introduce them all. "Marge, Jack, this is Yu." I think they thought he was my boyfriend. Stephen was there too, by the way. I don't know who it was he was golfing with, but at that point I was seriously considering not trying to make Lord Yu golf, but just going and kibbutzing on Stephen's game, as equally likely to entertain and/or distract Yu from whatever it was I was trying to distract him from.

I think...that I want to go miniature golfing for my birthday this year. I was trying to decide between that and going to King's for bowling and cocktails and stuff. I sort of want to do that too. But I think my subconscious is trying to tell me that I really *do* want to go miniature golfing.

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maxineofarc
May. 9th, 2004 09:09 am (UTC)
Wow.
suzvoy
May. 9th, 2004 09:22 am (UTC)
Yu? Miniature golfing?

*blink*
eregyrn
May. 9th, 2004 10:24 am (UTC)
In all fairness, the miniature golfing part makes total sense: I *was* thinking about it recently. It's the Yu part that makes no sense at all.
suzvoy
May. 9th, 2004 10:42 am (UTC)
Of course. Complete sense. Absolutely.

;D
eregyrn
May. 9th, 2004 06:13 pm (UTC)
Well, possibly it makes more sense when you realize that I worked at a miniature golf course for three summers in a row right around the time I graduated from high school and went into college. I mean, miniature golf was always a special treat when I was growing up anyway, but that sort of cemented the relationship.

Island Golf was a classic place, too. It was supposed to have an "island" theme, but it sort of schizophrenically accomplished that by smooshing together icons from Polynesia, the Caribbean, and Africa. We had giraffes and elephants and leopards and a gorilla for the 18th hole...but also a hula dancer and palm trees and I think some tikis...but the centerpiece of the course was a really gigantic pirate ship that the owner (a carpenter) had built himself out of railroad ties, I believe. It was *really* hard to get a hole in one on that one.

Mmm! Happy days. So yeah, I made everybody go out for miniature golfing for my birthday a few years ago, too. Only I haven't found one of the really classic, kitschy courses up here, yet.
suzvoy
May. 9th, 2004 10:23 pm (UTC)
Pirate ship! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
erskine
May. 9th, 2004 10:13 am (UTC)
So, what kind of a handicap do you get as first prime? ;)

"Jaffa, cree! I demand the green ball, as befits your god -- the Jade Emperor!"

Erskine
eregyrn
May. 9th, 2004 10:27 am (UTC)
See, I think that the whole thing would be fraught. What if you got par on a hole, and he didn't? Could he use the hand-device thing to cheat? Whatever, he was really cranky about the whole thing.
erskine
May. 9th, 2004 11:04 am (UTC)
The REAL problem would be that he would make you play using your staff weapon like a club. It then gets this whole Queen of Hearts flavor...

;)
E.
telepresence
May. 9th, 2004 10:21 am (UTC)
Hahahaha.

-Marge, Jack, this is Yu." I think they thought he was my boyfriend-

Hahahaha!

(btw, it's 'kibbitz'. Kibbutz is something different) :)

Why are you having moving anxiety dreams?
eregyrn
May. 9th, 2004 10:30 am (UTC)
(Yes, you're right, I always mess that up.)

I'm having moving anxiety dreams because I *always* seem to have anxiety dreams about something after it's actually all over and settled and supposedly not a source of anxiety any more. Maybe it's also just the time of the year and how everybody was anxious about moving last year at this time.

But I'd also place money on the idea that it's a reflection of listening to Judith and the moving anxiety that she is going through right now.
agentotter
May. 10th, 2004 10:00 am (UTC)
I feel I must mention, though, that this morning, I dreamt that I took Lord Yu miniature golfing.

I am going to hold this mental picture close to me henceforth, and snuggle it, and occasionally pull it out and examine it and chortle.
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