Dreams:Airplaine!

By Laurie on Monday, September 22nd, 2008

“That was a WEIRD ONE!”

So, for whatever reason(okay, I know why - but you don’t want to know why, trust me), my dream immediately started off in a strange moment regarding my “daughter”. I am rarely me in my dreams; I’m usually some other person/character/whatever. There’s always a piece of me in their persona, but generally I’m just helping act out what’s going on. We’re aboard this really kickass train-plane. By that, I mean that it has compartment like rooms for passengers, but is still cramped like a plane. It’s also, well, flying high up in the sky like a plane. I never actually remember seeing the exterior.

Warning: it gets weird from here on out…

Okay, back to my character’s daughter. It gets back to me, somehow, that my daughter and her boyfriend are having trouble in the sexual department. Being the progressive mother I am, apparently, I decide to traipse down to their cabin and solve the situation. There they are, he’s naked, quite good looking if I do say so myself, and she’s still wearing her bra. She’s a cute 20something with short perky black hair and fair to medium skin. I announce my presence and intentions, and instead of being horrified, they’re only a bit perturbed. Long story short, I whisk out a condom, slap it on her boyfriend and proceed to show him a better position in which to sexually interact with her.

When I woke up and remembered that little part, I was shaking my head in complete befuddledment! THIS is why you should not window shop for dildos right before bed. And you’re like me. With a weird brain. That wants to screw with you. Srsly.

Okay, so, I’ve helped my daughter and her boyfriend figure out how to have proper sex! My first heroic deed of my character’s day is done. Before you know it, the plaine is now high up in the sky. No, space, we’re in space now. And there’s Earth below us, cool! Alright, now why is there a moon? Is that THE moon? I dunno. Suddenly, WILL SMITH is piloting this fucking thing. He’s like really interested in this moon thing and giving us(now I’m part of the crew?) updates on the “situation”. Sometimes I wonder if my brain does lines of coke while I’m asleep and not paying attention. There’s this huge wall of alien, organic, biological machine STUFF, now, and he’s discovered it hiding there between this moon and Earth. He seems pretty upset and freaked out by it. I’m guessing this is bad. Like ass-probing alien invasion bad.

Then, I’m like a stewardess from any Airplane based film out there - having to land the damned thing. Yes, we’re too cool for space now, and need to go back to Earth. Something about a bad guy being aboard; he’s all RAWR, and I’m all DON’T THINK SO! Okay, plaine landed, barely! Lots of boom and scary sounds. Passengers screaming, you know how it is when you’re trying to land a plane that’s like a train which navigates space… THUD. We’re here! Dust is bad. People are exiting the shiplaine. I’m amused that the bad guy is like, the first one out and is already 20 feet away looking back at me with a sinister “haha, try and catch me” gaze. He works FAST. Okay! I’LL GET YOU BAD GUY! I chase him around, somehow we have weapons now. Fuck, maybe they’re phasers. I have no clue. I want to say I eventually catch him and WIN the day, but I’m not entirely sure if it happened. My dream-ego thinks it did. That’s good enough for me.

This is what I get for buying some delicious smelling pillow spray from Bath & Body Works.

You’ve been warned.