More strange dreams

First, I was at my Grandmother's. Second, I was playing music... On a spinning bike! Yup, that's the new instrument of the year! I have no idea how I did it, but I somehow read some notes and played Christmas carols by stepping on the pedals in a particular way.

Then, again, a sex dream... Now in my old house, my parents' bed and with a guy I have no idea who was. He was there while I played on the bike, too. Basically, he was pale, not particulary blessed about the hair and not fit, but not exactly fat either. Bugged me who he was until I entered the glorious world of Facebook before my breakfast and discovered that "bloody hell, it's him!" My (not-so-)secret Irish admirer which I have added as a friend for fun's sake. Creepy? He calls me pretty and I start having dreams about him? Not in a romantic way, though, sex is just sex for me.

Anyway, I've been having a lot of strange dreams lately and it probably answers to having a very full head, as of the last weeks. Won't get to empty it before school starts again, though, ironically enough... Tell you more about that when it is something to tell.

I dreamt

It was in my old room, me and some guy, getting intimate in one way and another. That's fine, I have nothing against that, what troubles me is that I have no idea if it was Axel, Brody, Fergus, or bloody Voldemort in the for of Joe Walker... Most likely a combination... All I really remember is that he was fair-skinned, slim and dark-haired. It's starting to get on my nerves.

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So simple, so sexy! Maybe I haven't mentioned I love red bikes too? And the knife (sorry, forgot what it's called, sgigh something?) is the finite touch of perfectness! *drool*

Found at the Kilt Blog! Love that site at the moment.

And some more from Google:

I could complain, but I don't think I'll bother... Okay then, the picture is taken a second to early and from the wrong angle, but I guess porn doesn't show up on Google X3

Beam me up, Scotty!

Monty Python continues to be the kings of comedy!

Okay, my bad, go to fotoflingscotland.com for more kilts! XD

My ship is loaded with

Some of my friends had started a round with it on Facebook, and I had to join in a bit. The funny part is how much of the things reminded me of  Jamie Fraser...

I said Indians on purpose, because Jamie & co are meeting with some at the moment. (Where I am reading, at least.)

E said hunters, and that I should watch my Indians. Well... Jamie is a class A hunter and had just shot an elk, before falling down and putting his back out of joint. Very cleaver when it's snowing and no one knows where you are. Luckily Claire isn't the kind of woman to just sit and wait at home while he freezes to death.

A said cannons, which leads us directly to Voyager and the ships there.

E then said land crabs, something Jamie also is a class A example of, he goes green if he as much as sees a boat.

E said oil and A said paraffin, which leads me to think of turpentine and Jocasta MacKenzie's plantation.

E also said spaceships, which reminded me of Pigfarts, but that don't have anything to do with Jamie. XD

Yeah, I think that was all. Slightly obsessed about Jamie, maybe? Keep dreaming about him, but it's only the shortest of moments and I often see Claire or even Murtagh more clearly! That annoys me quite a bit... Anyway, because I'm sick now I managed to fall asleep and dream I was Claire (I remember the hair vividly) and we (me and Jamie, in case it should be any confusion here) ate potato salad. How random and nice.

A very disturbing afternoon

I went to bed to relax and fell asleep, which is rather normal, I think. What I dreamt was a bit peculiar, though.
First it was as close to normal as it gets, rats or something, so I woke up again, finding that at least one of my uncles were visiting, one of them who never drops by. I went out, through the office to the back, to them to find a girl I've known for about my whole life but never gotten close to and her father also had dropped by. We somehow ended up in the barn to find a lot of bikes, some of them not even having wheels and she commented one of them had a really bad seat, a banana seat as I'm pretty sure it's called.
Then my mother found an old scale (you know the kind that went out of fashion in the 50s) and weighed herself to check if it was still working, which she concluded it wasn't. I almost said something about it was a nice excuse to deny she had got fatter, but didn't. I tried fixing it, without really knowing what the problem was and cut my finger on one of the springs. To keep infections out I pressed it so it would bleed more, but about all that came out was water. After forcing a couple of drops out I was satisfied. And woke up again! [we don't have an exit in the office and not that big of a barn.]
Now I had managed to sleep-walk somewhere and didn't recognise the people around me. They were about my age and mostly guys and it smelled like dinner was around the corner. I took a peek out the window and concluded I know that road, I know that grey box that is a house, because that's where I'm supposed to be!
Stuttering I try to tell one of the guys, the one I guess lives there, my problem and he fills me in on what have happened. I take a seat at the arm of the couch, next to a blonde fellow trying sit a black-haired one to death. I'm invited to join and slips down with a comment about "We're gonna squish him completely" about the black-haired dude. He escapes somehow and me and Blondie are left to stare at each other until he inclines us both down and kiss me. Badly! Barely any lip movement and he literary pushed his spit over in my mouth.
I excuse myself to go to the kitchen and meet the mother, who is indeed cooking some chili or something. I ask if someone have a cigarette I could steal ("bomme") and she says it's just to help myself from the pack on the floor. Not asking why she have her smoke on the floor I kneel down and opens it, finding just butts save for one. Now the mother and (what I again guess to be) aunt and younger sister fiddels around with the dishwasher. I look up to hear baby-noises coming from the door of the open dishwasher. Almost screaming because they are just trying to soothe the baby instead of getting it out, I feel my vision blurring and wake up. [I have no idea who lived up at the farm and doubt they are my age. Plus, the baby-sounds would be related to the kid on the bus today. I also had to save a half-smoked fag because class started before I could finish it today.]
Now I know I'm awake, my head is heavy and I feel quite different. Not that you need to know at all, but if I'm going to tell this, I'm including everything; I stared touching myself. After a short while of that I looked up some anime-vids on youtube, even if I've never been into anime. It wasn't long before I got sick of them always ending with the same clip and slipped down some sort of water-slide, where a fire chased me to the first turn. The board I'm lying on goes pretty fast and I see a big-screen TV which was advertising for Ouran High School. Wanting to know when it was on TV, I hold out my hands to the edges of the slide to stop and the board keeps going while I watch the add, which I reacts on how strangely they pronounce "Ouran". Soon I keep slidling, whithout catching when the show went, and the slide runs dry.
I reach the end and stumbles out, falling flat on my face and wonders how many thinks I'm drunk, something I'm not! I look around and concludes I'm in an indoors petting zoo. After a kid runs off with one of my high-heeled, yellow shoes I wander around the small room and look at the animals. I meet a small boy (who actually looked a lot like one of my classmates. Well, he looks like he's twelve anyway,) and asked if he had taken my shoe. He hadn't, but he did have food for the animals, who had been let out of their cages and now roamed around. I saw black terriers and ferrets (brown, not white ) and some small rat-like things.
Then, a big bird looking like a cross between an ostrich and a pelican came up to me and wanted to have some of the food. It was at least as tall as me and had a beak longer than my arm. A bit scared of these giant bird I back up against the wall and mutters darkly, but loud enough for any of the people working there should hear me. The bird nuzzles it's beak to my hand and I figure he just want companionship and starts petting it. Out of nowhere it sticks the tip of it's beak into my mind and I was rather loud in my reactions. A couple of moments later it stick the beak far into my mind, making me retch several times. "Oh, there's the chocolate milk," is my first reaction when seeing the brown water I gag up, then I get my eyes properly open and dried. Then I see I have vomited on my other shoe, which I managed to step out of somewhere along the way. Again I wake up. [We had about birds in science today, but I had a Common Kestrel, not a pelican!]
A flash tells me my step-father just took a picture of me with his phone. Yup, now I'm really awake, no doubt about it.
Sorry for any typos, I have after all just woken.

And they finally managed to send A Dragonfly in Amber, so I'll be reading this weekend, yay!

I am the queen of strange dreams

First I dreamt I was at the store, (which looked very little like the store that is where we were) with Hermione, who looked like a cross between Emma Watson and Bonnie Gruesen, and discussed wether or not Ron was hers or if he had proposed or something. Ron popped up after a while too, but he just looked like Ron, tall and thin. Then I woke up and fell asleep again, without that being important. 

Before I woke the last time I dreamt I was combing through a guy's long hair and the top-layer was kinda straw-coloured, but underneath that typical clearly dyed red-purple, like there was a while since it had been done. So I had to take his hair out of his ponytail and rearrange it so the red-purple was visible, while thinking I had to draw in the scars afterwards. Cuz it was of course Bill Weasley, you didn't think anything else?

Well, I think it's clear that I shouldn't sit up all night watching AVPM and discussing if the ending of HBP (which I haven't seen yet) sucked because there was no attack on Bill. Illogically enough he's going to have scars in DH, but none mentioning of where or why he got them. 

Have also heard all of Ron's lines and character have been sacrified to make a decent actress of Emma for the Hermione-Sue she's portraiting. But also that the Quidditch rock! :D

Strange dream

First I was on some sort of school-trip or something to a lake and there was this teacher/army-guy there, who I had sex with. Not complete sure how it happened, but when the sun set and the others were busy grilling or something not far from us he opened his fly and I straddled him.

Suddenly I'm in the middle of the North Pole or something with different people, one of them looking like a cross between the real Draco Malfoy and the one from A Very Potter Musical and we have to take cover in a submarine, but a crazy girl begs us not to do it, because it would be underwater and we could freeze to death.

Then the really strange comes, we found a frozen body, which was me, wearing only a pair of knickers, but I was still me. We concluded I had to be younger, since my tits were smaller and it was supposedly a former version of me, something alike a Ghost of Christmas Past (I don't have a better way of describing it).

Suddenly we are at my Granparents and it's winter and the dead body is at the neighbour-lawn (where I used to live). We tell someone about it and they start digging and exploring and whatnot around it. Then I think I woke up.

On a different note, The Sims 3 was great! Thinking about maybe buying it. As the geek I am, I made a Charlie and when he got angry he looked so cute!

Also planning on buying the book Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, it's a fantasy-thing with time-traveling, Scotland, redheads, kilts, war, romance and mostly takes place in the year 1743, it have to be good! Well, in my opinion it have to be, I'm a sucker for at least five of those things.

Loads of stuff

Watching Angela's Ashes for probably the fifth time, because it wasn't anything better on and it is a good movie. Look, I'm typing while watching the movie, can't end well! XD

A week or so ago I understood what the comment there about tits being "great, floppy things with soft things at the end, like dogs' noses." I

 was in front of the mirror, topless and I was so warm my nipples did in fact resemble dogs' noses. That's in the category of things you really don't need to know, but do anyway.

And, Devon Murray plays young Malachy there and he's just so cute. Now, in the latest Harry Potter-movies he's still cute, but in a different way.

Went from this:

To this:

And in the end to this:
Not bad, any of them. :D

Turns our part of Half-Blood Prince is filmed in Norway, more precisely the train-scenes. Didn't get any snow in Scotland during the filming, so WB decided to move it to Gudbrandsdalen, wooo! Source.

Just participated in a quiz to win tickets to HPB, doubt I'll win, it's basically random pickings, the questions are just to make people think they have to know something to win.

Rumours about Michael Jackson flies high now, but he isn't confirmed to be dead yet, i.e. his body is still breathing/pumping blood around, by what we know at the time. When he do bite the dust, I'm having a drink! Sounds cold-hearted? To me Jackson have been dead since the eighties, he haven't been cool since Thriller was fresh in the shops and lately have looked... Well, I suspect my father to look better. *Shudder* If it turns out to be a fraud the whole thing, I won't be shocked.

On a completely other, random note, I dreamt it was December 6th (the day my father died) and I didn't notice until the evening. Or it may actually have happened and I just recalled it. Doesn't matter, I can talk (or in this case, write) about it, which means I'm moving on a bit. 

And now, some music!

I just fell in love with that song!

Maybe, babe...

I'm afraid I'm going to fall in love in the near future... Either that, or I haven't woken properly.

The part of last post that disappeared into a black hole mostly said my friend's hooking up with a new guy (casually, I may add) and I and her ex talked a bit.

So, yesterday, when I hadn't slept since last time I was there, cuz I'm messed up, he kissed me. I kissed back. Not sure what's going to happen later, but time will tell, I guess.

Had a strange dream when I fell asleep on his bed. We had been laying side by side, but he had to go and eat, so I fell really asleep, then I dreamt he was back and we were tied together with handcuffs, his left hand and my right I think.

But I had an even stranger dream tonight: we sat half-turned to each other, holding my heart. My heart! I don't think it takes a genius to figure out I'm afraid to get attached. 

Other than that, I learned that if you look at about five thousand pictures, it's possible to tell a pair of identical twins apart....

Oliver Phelps have a more square face and two moles on his neck you won't find on his twin. James Phelps have a more boyish face. They both look like idiots when they smile for the camera. Nice idiots, I may add, I.... It was a reason why I started looking at pictures of them!

Officially not been well

I've barely listened to music the last week. That's serious when it comes to me, I live for music! And reading, summer, good food, etc. 

I've still been reading, mostly Dangerverse, but now I have to wait for an update. Sucks. Haven't been eating a lot either, but that can be related to my toothache. By the way, gonna pull that tooth on Monday. Yes, it is that bad, and it's the back-most anyway, so it won't be a big loss. It's completely screwed up anyway.

And more crazy dreams: A S&M girl wanted really to have sex with me and she had this butcher's knife (scary!) she wanted to pretend to cut my throat with. And she had no idea of things "normal" people thinks is nice, like stroking of hands and such, nope, more pain = more hot for her. 

Another dream I had just before or after was also pretty strange, I was going to have sex with a guy I went to school with in the front seat of a car. No, not back seat which may be easy and comfortable, front seat which had to be uncomfortable. So this took place on a parking lot and someone came and disturbed us. I got out and started to argue with the chick and ended up smashing her head twice down on the hood. She bled pretty bad. It's wrong of me to get a kick out of that.

Enough of my wet dreams now? Okay, I never get to the actual sex-part, so I don't classify them as wet dreams. I got my period, okay, hormones flying wild!

Gonna watch Jack Frost tonight, unless I forget. He's actually pretty charming in his own special way...

Remember when I joked I would go lesbian because two guys stood me up? Remember when I made out with a girl? Remember when my life made sense?

Random dream converts to random post

It all started in my grandma's garden, I think, with my cousin eating a cereal she didn't like parts of, so she left and it turned into a wedding-party. Mostly it reminded me of the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral and Hugh Grant was there somewhere, without really showing himself, but he wasn't the important part, I kept pulling pieces of eggshell from between my teeth, until I said "You think it's all just a nickname until you kiss her!" that being a pun on Duckface in the movie, who in my dream was some freak called Eggshell who ate her eggs whole. It would also sounded better with "french her!", but that wasn't what my imagination decided on. And it gets weirder, Michael J. Fox was there, '80s style, complete with mullet. He tried getting laid, without luck, and well... Then it's a hole, but sometimes later we met up with Doc (aka Christopher Lloyd) and we involved in some kind of war where I ended up hiding in an old, red BMW while Michael popped up and ran up a hill to get something/help someone, whereas a new Michael would pop up a minute later, something about time-travelling. When he's done that enough times I grabs his arm and says "you're dying up there, aren't you?" and begin crying. He and Doc begin dragging me with them, and I am suddenly soaking wet for some reason, to the extend my jeans falls off. They get me back to my grandmother's for some reason and then... Then I woke up.

My subconscious is a nasty little bugger

It really is, before I was properly awake today it convinced me I would get to see Bill if I hurried and got up right away. And Charlie after a while. But I had to get up right away, before Bill left!

Yes, I'm talking about Weasley, in case there were any doubts.

And I saw parts of PS: I love you again yesterday, which caused me to dream I was out fishing with two friends. But the guy we met was far from as hot as William, and he was fishing me... Yeah, I got caught on his hook twice, the second on my bikini top. And he had to help me get it off again. The hook, that is!

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I need help... I thought I needed to take a shower, until I suddenly remembered I had this morning. Takes some time before I wake up.

And, and, and! *Breath* A friend of my mother looks like the older brother of Gaby's husband on Desperate Housewives! Eh.... Give it time, it'll make sense.

Still si-hiick

Had another strange dream, but this was incredibly fun! Like WHOA!

It started with me, my friend and a guy we used to share classes with went down a white, kinda curved staircase, he was kinda chasing/following her and I was following them. Then, when we got down there, I suddenly wanted to dance tango with him, which we don't know how to do and it turned out pretty weird, but we had fun. Then, now the really strange part comes, a guy that looked like a mix of someone at school (he's also kinda my friends neighbour) and Antoinio Banderas came, dressed almost like Zorro, except for the mask and hat, and he had his dark brown hair in a pony-tail that were kinda curled up, so it wasn't possible to see how long it really was. He came behind me and placed his arms around my waist and he knew how to dance, so then we danced, in what looked like a living-room without much space. After the amazing dancing we didn't want to let go of the other and ended up laying on the floor, he on top of me. 

Pretty strange...

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Two random quotes made by my delirious mind:

"I take my men with red hair, freckles and spunk."  Yeah, spunk. Considering I've britified myself over the last few years, that's a really peculiar phrase.

"A zebra can't changed his spots, or however the saying goes." Along the lines of holy toast, eh?

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I've just gained some respect for Robert Pattinson, after seeing this:

I mean, it is so true... And the mention of Edward's looks being orgasmic... XD

I'm si-hiick!!

I've been ill, coughing and running nose and too tired to even blog or read or listen to music... Really sick, as you see.

But before I got sick we (me and my friend) discovered that walls that look sound-proof isn't always: We sat in the sauna at the gym, discussing our female anatomy and love life pretty loud and at one point we half-faked orgasms because we were "high" after the work-out. Then we remembered that it's only a very thin wall separating the women's and men's sauna.... Embarrasing! Hopefully no one recognised us!

And I slept over at her last night, we were both coughing and blowing our noses all the time, but it was fun! Except that I had a pretty nasty dream... I chased someone, but he was always a little outside my reach and I got really scared, I needed him and in the end I got hold of what I thought was his arm and hold on for dear life. Kinda disappointed when I was waken, clinging to my friend's hand and almost crying. 

Yep, I'm empathetic. Minus the em-part. 

Hey, we're not stupid, it only makes sense if you're singing F-U-C-K me. Which is fine by me, but why try to hide it?

Guess what? Jim Carrey and James Earl Jones have birthday today! Yay for that!

More crazyness

You know the drum solo in Green Day's song Minoroty (live in England) and a pic of Bill Weasley is the best that have happened to me this week!!!

FUCK EM ALL!! Love when the audience shout that!!!

I slept over at a friend and you know what she used the WHOLE evening and parts of the night on? Chatting with and talking on a phone with a boy... Yay for me... Oh, well.

And my music taste have changed a bit, I've started to listen to a lot of Eminem and Green Day... Mainly because of Dizzler, it's easy to find new songs and it's sorted by artists... Don't know how to explain it -.-


Plus,  I dreamt about zombies.
It started with Scrub-puffs (someone gotta make them) and moved to be me and Indiana Jones and we stole an Egyptian treasure or something and I thought that that wasn't so hard, but then the zombies appeared,

And how do you kill something undead? Makes it impossible for it to live! so we had to cut them up, my I only remember cutting off they're heads and kicking them pokkerivold (into the woods, in other words). The weirdest was that it was asia zombies... In Egypt. Whic jreally was at my Grandma's.
I have no idea how my brain managed to dream about Indiana Jones and zombies now, I haven't seen any of them in months (movies, of course ).
And I watched some docu about Spielberg today (or parts of it) and there, after I had dreamt about him was it talked about Indiana Jones.
If I have to type Indiana Jones again now, I'm going to go insaaaane!