Last night’s main dream involved swarms of tiny Barbie-dolls attacking people. Several characters were in an art gallery, clambered up onto a large piece of modern sculpture to keep out of the dolls’ reach (luckily, the dolls couldn’t jump). At one point someone asked why they didn’t just stomp on the dolls – I don’t know why, but their plan instead seemed to involve trying to reverse one of the dolls into an avatar for the heroine (who, being a Hollywood leading lady, sort of looked like a live Barbie anyway) so she could go down to the floor and fight them on their own level.
There was also an indication that the doll attacks were triggered by pornography, which led to a scandal when a bunch of dolls massacred the residents of a seniors home because omg, the old people must have been looking at porn. This led to a middle-aged nurse with a plummy British accent stating that yes, she *had* shown the patients porn, and she’d do it again - at least they had died happy – no doubt very confused, but happy.
There was also an indication that the doll attacks were triggered by pornography, which led to a scandal when a bunch of dolls massacred the residents of a seniors home because omg, the old people must have been looking at porn. This led to a middle-aged nurse with a plummy British accent stating that yes, she *had* shown the patients porn, and she’d do it again - at least they had died happy – no doubt very confused, but happy.
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Date: 2011-05-12 01:32 pm (UTC)From:I was just having a weird one where I was arguing with Jon about taping something, only the 'tape' was actually a really scuffed-up DVD-RW...grandma was there for some reason, we were all in the basement...and then there was a tornado. Because my dreams just aren't my dreams unless Doc shows up or the world ends. : /
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Date: 2011-05-13 01:07 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-05-14 04:06 am (UTC)From:I wonder what Ken was up to when all this was going on.