Mmmmmmmm braaaaaaaaains

[annathepiper]

I could tell that today was going to start off odd when, just prior to waking up, I realized I was dreaming about myself, seimaisin, and Alan Doyle trying to escape from my old college campus--because it was full of zombies. I distinctly remember even dreaming about the sequence where the zombies are created--a medical type of some sort in front of a line of badly wounded men, telling them about how it's a good thing he's made "this solution" to keep them alive, and how he'd better not put more than three drops of this other stuff into it, which of course he then does because he's sloppy in creating whatever mixture he's trying to create. (Also, one of the initial zombies was played by John Cleese.)

And I remember the campus overrunning with infected zombie people and Alan, seimaisin, and I jumping into a car and trying to flee southwards out of Lexington, only to find Broadway full of abandoned cars, so we try to turn around and head back north, but we can't go THAT way because the wave of infection is apparently coming down out of the north.

I am not sure why my subconscious lined me up a zombie movie for this morning's dreaming, nor what zombies have to do with Alan Doyle, as this is the second time my brain has made me link zombies and Great Big Sea. Perhaps it is a warning, and I should be telling you all to look out for people trying to eat brains at the next GBS concert you attend!

Or perhaps it is a warning to all of you on my Friends list who live in Kentucky. Because when I told her about the dream this morning, solarbird rightly remarked, "Transy IS full of zombies."

But anyway. In non-zombie news, functional again today, thank goodness, thanks to my visiting both my chiropractor and my LMP yesterday. Several muscles around my neck and shoulder are still somewhat cranky, but at least now I am no longer in active pain. This is a good thing.

I did not write yesterday, but I figured I could manage a day off thanks to the aforementioned cranky, painful muscles. What I did do was finish up Charlaine Harris' Shakespeare's Champion, watch Lost, walk down to Lake Forest Park to get stamps and mail bills and then walk back with solarbird along the Burke-Gilman trail, take a nice hot soak, and play a lot of solitaire in RealArcade on my laptop. Tonight, hopefully, there will be writing.

In the meantime, everybody say hi to auntmonkey, latest member of the hopefully-about-to-be-resurrected jamming group to get her own LJ!

Tuesday evening miles: 1.85
Wednesday miles: 2.75
Thursday morning miles: 2.1
Miles out of Hobbiton: 747.85
Miles out of Rivendell: 289.85
Miles to Lothlórien: 174.15

Comments

[raise-a-jar.livejournal.com]

Zombies and Alan...hmmmm. That's got to mean something. Just don't ask me what! :)

At least you get interesting GBS dreams. Mine usually involve frantically trying to get things ready for a show they're doing. And 9 times out of 10, the lads are being completely unhelpful and keep getting in the way.

Although, there was the one that involved Séan in a nearly empty pub, lying flat on his back on this odd little stage and singing "Piano Man" at the top of his lungs. I was sitting at the bar, laughing my head off while the other three people there ignored him.

Okay, so that one was a little weird :)

[annathepiper]

I do have interesting GBS dreams, yeah, though I am still quite put out at my subconscious for the number of times it has cruelly, cruelly taunted me by flinging me dreams about trying to get into a GBS show and getting lost before I could find it. And for extra special crunchy taunting, being lost while I could HEAR THEM PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE!

And the one where I woke up just before I was about to jam with them was pretty taunt-a-rific, too!

[raise-a-jar.livejournal.com]

I guess my subconscious isn't all that evil, because my dreams are usually just weird. Although, given the fact that they'll never come to St. Louis and I'll never get to work one of their shows, maybe it is taunting me!

Never looked at it that way...hmmm.

[annathepiper]

This is also the same subconscious who, upon flinging me dreams about Russell Crowe, never makes him shirtless. Not ONCE.

Definitely, definitely TAUNTING.

[raise-a-jar.livejournal.com]

LOL!

Yeah, I'd call that taunting :)

[annathepiper]

Dreams about playing video games, oh sure. (And somehow, I just CANNOT envision Russell playing Bust-a-Move 4 on a Playstation, but I may be wrong....) Roaring into the Oscars on a motorcycle, you betcha. Running for his life along with Alan Doyle since somebody tried to kill them both and they have to crash at my place, absolutely.

But NO SHIRTLESS RUSSELL FOR ME!

My subconscious is a cruel, cruel beast.

[spunbutterfly.livejournal.com]

I am trying to envision this, and you running out of Transy down Broadway and I can't help but laugh so hard. XD

[annathepiper]

And I didn't even post about all the details I remember out of the dream, either. I remember seimaisin and I having to hang out in a dorm room on the second floor of Forrer Hall, and I remember an attempt to move the entire building. Perhaps as a means to combat the zombie menace. And for whatever bizarro reason, I said in the dream at the time that "Boss Hogg" was responsible for moving the building. I shudder to remember this, as the presence of even a MENTION of a Dukes of Hazzard character in a dream of mine is even more disturbing than the zombies. ;)

And it was really a kind of Sam-Raimi-does-28-Days-Later scenario going on in my dream zombie flick, too. 'Cause the zombies were being created by an infection and there was blood all over the place, and, well, eeeeew.

I also distinctly remember that I had gotten exposed to whatever virus was going around, but for whatever reason I had not yet been compromised by it. And by the time I woke up, I think I had semi-lucid-dreamed myself into thinking I was immune or something, because I managed to make it through the dream without going zombie-nutso.

But really, I'm mostly disturbed about the mention of Boss Hogg.

[silme711.livejournal.com]

Do you know by any chance how old Séan is? I know his birthday and I know that Alan was born in '69 but I couldn't find any information about Sean's age.
I thought I ask you for being the only GBS fangirl around :)

[annathepiper]

I'm fairly sure he's the same age as Alan, but I don't know this for a positive fact. The B'ys do tend to be pretty closemouthed about such personal details about themselves, so I've only got conjecture to go by, and remembering Alan getting quoted in an interview a year or two ago as saying "parts of us are 35". ;)

[silme711.livejournal.com]

I think there are one or two years difference at the most. They could be more open about such facts, really. I don't want to know if they wear briefs or boxers, I just want their age! *g*
But thanks for your answer!

[annathepiper]

Heh, I think it's their attempt to keep us fangirls focused on their music rather than upon their persons, but I suspect they do not realize that it's often all the more likely to just fan the flames of our curiosity. ;)

But you're very welcome!