And why is Bart always evil?
Nov. 28th, 2010 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charameiOh, dear Lord, my dreams are doing ring composition now.
So I'm curious - is there actually a Simpsons episode where Bart, Lisa and Maggie get catapulted onto the moon while tied to a curiously anti-gravitational bungee cord, or is that just a recurring dream opener I have? It's hard to tell with my dream openers; the first few lines of dialogue are exactly the same every time, so I get confused as to whether a couple of seconds of an episode has made it into my dream or I'm just remembering the last time I dreamt this.
Anyway. We open with the outer dream, which is me lying in bed and being unable to get to sleep. How do I know it was a dream and not insomnia? I'll get to that.
Inner dream. Standard opening, no surprises: I'm an omniscient cameraman/narrator. There's the cartoon Earth seen from space, there's Our Heroes catapulting upwards into the camera, Bart's yelling in fun, Lisa's screaming, Maggie's doing, well, not too much, actually. There's a brief moment where my brain objects that they shouldn't be able to breathe in space before it gets shouted down by this being a cartoon. Bart and Lisa bicker for a bit, Bart says something along the lines of isn't it great up here and Lisa points out that they'll probably fall to their deaths if they try to get back. For some reason this prompts a decision to fly away from the Earth and onto the Moon.
First false awakening. I'm hungry (in the real world, I skipped dinner). I go downstairs and make a cake (actually, there's a time-jump and it spontaneously appears, but I'm aware that I have made it). It's frosted and there's no sugar in it. It's placed frosting-down on my pillow. I don't eat the cake; I try to go back to sleep, and evidently succeed.
Inner dream. This is where the dream always differentiates from its opening, save that there's always something wacky and fantasy-ish on the Moon. Once it was robots made of space-junk who made Bart their king, for example (he went evil; I-as-Lisa stopped him with the power of Love. But that's another story). Last night, it was a tour-group doing Alice in Wonderland. I'm in the tour group, so we suddenly snap to first-person POV. The tour guide leads us down a large opening into some Moon caverns (we're late, we're late, for a very important date), which look suspiciously like Chislehurst Caves. It's cold (back in the real world, the central heating is broken). It's slippery and dark as we descend, and we nearly miss the small bottle with the label on it, since it's just lying in the passageway. I pick it up. The tour guide gives me some kind of overly-large stick as a reward.
Second false awakening. I have somehow spawned (read: 'went downstairs and made') a large sugarless-cake Womble (that isn't Womble-shaped) and am hugging it like a hot-water bottle. (In the real world, guess what I'm cuddling...). I decide to try some of this sugarless cake and nibble the Womble's fur. It tastes like I just bit into fake fur, probably because I just bit my hot-water bottle cover. probably because I'm dreaming. I go back to sleep.
We've found the small door. The tour guide takes away my big stick, saying I won't need it, and gives me one of those miniature pencils instead. We got through the door, somehow. I think this is when Bart disappeared from the tour group; I'd been chatting to Lisa and vaguely able to see him out of the corner of my eye, but he was suddenly absent about here.
Past the door, there's a table with a wanted poster on it. The poster is written in anagrams and has a very bad picture of me on it (seriously, you'd think my own brain could do better. It looked more like my cousin with a narrower face and dark hair). Lisa starts working on the anagrams, since even in a dream I'm terrible at them. Several of the NPCs in the group get into an argument as to whether the picture is of me or not, because it doesn't look like me at all. For some reason I decide to help incriminate myself and tell them it is probably meant to be me, even though I haven't done anything to warrant being wanted. I catch a glimpse of Bart grinning evilly at me from a hidey-hole.
Third false awakening: more of the same, really, cuddle my cake-Womble/hot water bottle and toss and turn a lot. At some point, I go back to sleep again, and when I wake up this time it's for real.
So I'll never know what Bart was up to.
Crazy crazy brain.
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asexual_fandom: that's due in rather soon now.
So I'm curious - is there actually a Simpsons episode where Bart, Lisa and Maggie get catapulted onto the moon while tied to a curiously anti-gravitational bungee cord, or is that just a recurring dream opener I have? It's hard to tell with my dream openers; the first few lines of dialogue are exactly the same every time, so I get confused as to whether a couple of seconds of an episode has made it into my dream or I'm just remembering the last time I dreamt this.
Anyway. We open with the outer dream, which is me lying in bed and being unable to get to sleep. How do I know it was a dream and not insomnia? I'll get to that.
Inner dream. Standard opening, no surprises: I'm an omniscient cameraman/narrator. There's the cartoon Earth seen from space, there's Our Heroes catapulting upwards into the camera, Bart's yelling in fun, Lisa's screaming, Maggie's doing, well, not too much, actually. There's a brief moment where my brain objects that they shouldn't be able to breathe in space before it gets shouted down by this being a cartoon. Bart and Lisa bicker for a bit, Bart says something along the lines of isn't it great up here and Lisa points out that they'll probably fall to their deaths if they try to get back. For some reason this prompts a decision to fly away from the Earth and onto the Moon.
First false awakening. I'm hungry (in the real world, I skipped dinner). I go downstairs and make a cake (actually, there's a time-jump and it spontaneously appears, but I'm aware that I have made it). It's frosted and there's no sugar in it. It's placed frosting-down on my pillow. I don't eat the cake; I try to go back to sleep, and evidently succeed.
Inner dream. This is where the dream always differentiates from its opening, save that there's always something wacky and fantasy-ish on the Moon. Once it was robots made of space-junk who made Bart their king, for example (he went evil; I-as-Lisa stopped him with the power of Love. But that's another story). Last night, it was a tour-group doing Alice in Wonderland. I'm in the tour group, so we suddenly snap to first-person POV. The tour guide leads us down a large opening into some Moon caverns (we're late, we're late, for a very important date), which look suspiciously like Chislehurst Caves. It's cold (back in the real world, the central heating is broken). It's slippery and dark as we descend, and we nearly miss the small bottle with the label on it, since it's just lying in the passageway. I pick it up. The tour guide gives me some kind of overly-large stick as a reward.
Second false awakening. I have somehow spawned (read: 'went downstairs and made') a large sugarless-cake Womble (that isn't Womble-shaped) and am hugging it like a hot-water bottle. (In the real world, guess what I'm cuddling...). I decide to try some of this sugarless cake and nibble the Womble's fur. It tastes like I just bit into fake fur, probably because I just bit my hot-water bottle cover. probably because I'm dreaming. I go back to sleep.
We've found the small door. The tour guide takes away my big stick, saying I won't need it, and gives me one of those miniature pencils instead. We got through the door, somehow. I think this is when Bart disappeared from the tour group; I'd been chatting to Lisa and vaguely able to see him out of the corner of my eye, but he was suddenly absent about here.
Past the door, there's a table with a wanted poster on it. The poster is written in anagrams and has a very bad picture of me on it (seriously, you'd think my own brain could do better. It looked more like my cousin with a narrower face and dark hair). Lisa starts working on the anagrams, since even in a dream I'm terrible at them. Several of the NPCs in the group get into an argument as to whether the picture is of me or not, because it doesn't look like me at all. For some reason I decide to help incriminate myself and tell them it is probably meant to be me, even though I haven't done anything to warrant being wanted. I catch a glimpse of Bart grinning evilly at me from a hidey-hole.
Third false awakening: more of the same, really, cuddle my cake-Womble/hot water bottle and toss and turn a lot. At some point, I go back to sleep again, and when I wake up this time it's for real.
So I'll never know what Bart was up to.
Crazy crazy brain.
(NaNo: 10k to go, and I've finished the story. I guess I'll start doing my manifesto for
asexual_fandom: that's due in rather soon now.