But in that sleep what frakked up dreams may come

[boomqueen]

Yeah, so. My dream last night:

Lee was either my brother or my lover (hehe, no, I don't over-identify with Kara--I have no idea what you are talking about...) but at some point in the dream he betrayed me to the cylons and I was going to either be killed or replaced (more Stepford than BSG, but whatever) so I was trying to escape.

The absolute creepiest part of the dream? The machine that was creating new cylons didn't look anything like those pretty resurrection tubs of goo. It worked like a cotton-candy machine, where the flesh and blood of the new being accumulated in whisps around the edge a circular metal tub and coagulated in the center into new cylons. WTF brain?

If I'm going to actually dream about Jamie Bamber, is it too much to ask for there to be more sex and less revolting blood/guts involved? Kthnx.

Comments

[randomreader-05.livejournal.com]

Duuude, put me among the ranks of folks stuck on the creepiness of the cotton candy person machine. Makes the how-to segment on cotton candy I found lately (http://tinyurl.com/yx3g57) much less enjoyable.

[boom-queen.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I like Alton's version much better! (significantly less creepy and much more palatable...I swear I have no idea what is wrong with my brain sometimes)

Yay for Good Eats!

[randomreader-05.livejournal.com]

On an unrelated note, I spent several hours at work today listening to 105.9 (via the web! yay for technology!); all I could think was, man, I'm old!

[boom-queen.livejournal.com]

That station is addictive! And it's a guilty-pleasure kind of nostalgia. Makes me want to go download bunches of crappy top 40 from gradeschool :)