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dreamtime
I had this whole dream written out before I went to work, and yes I'm using the client now and not the web-based version JUST SO I would stop losing posts, and the client freezes up and I lose the dream. Bah.
The short version: I was a secret-agent type fighting against the Thai mafia. I chased after one of their vans and some guy with a nickname (y'know, like "007") (or perhaps it was his last name, like "Picard") jumped out of the back to fight me. There was a neat moment of staring at each other, weighing the battle in our eyes, and I said flatly, "[whatever his name/nickname was]," and he replied back, just as flatly, "Julia." I must've been well-known amongst them. We martial-arts fought for a while, and then he changed his stance to a boxing stance and said it was time to fight like that. I don't remember who won or who lost, only that we both got away. Maybe one of us was thrown into some water, I don't remember. Anyway, later in the dream I'm here in my apartment and the phone rings in the other room. I don't get to it in time, no message is left, and the number on the caller ID is unfamiliar. I call back, and a person with a Thai accent answers. I say that it's Julia, and did someone just call me, and he said yes. It was him. I ask how he got my number, and he said, "Oh I hoped you didn't mind, if you don't want me to call you it's okay..." and I said, "No, no, it's fine, I just wanted to know how you got the number, since it's my cell number and I don't give it out publicly." The mood of the dream completely changed to "people with crushes on each other trying to get the nerve to ask each other out". Oh, and it turned out that if you put "Julia" in a Thai-English translator, you get a complete description of me (the kind that the Thai mafia would need to have) that includes my cell phone number. *grin* Anyway, me and the guy went out snow-skiing for our first date.
Yeah, it was weird.
Hmm. I was going to say something else, I know it...
The short version: I was a secret-agent type fighting against the Thai mafia. I chased after one of their vans and some guy with a nickname (y'know, like "007") (or perhaps it was his last name, like "Picard") jumped out of the back to fight me. There was a neat moment of staring at each other, weighing the battle in our eyes, and I said flatly, "[whatever his name/nickname was]," and he replied back, just as flatly, "Julia." I must've been well-known amongst them. We martial-arts fought for a while, and then he changed his stance to a boxing stance and said it was time to fight like that. I don't remember who won or who lost, only that we both got away. Maybe one of us was thrown into some water, I don't remember. Anyway, later in the dream I'm here in my apartment and the phone rings in the other room. I don't get to it in time, no message is left, and the number on the caller ID is unfamiliar. I call back, and a person with a Thai accent answers. I say that it's Julia, and did someone just call me, and he said yes. It was him. I ask how he got my number, and he said, "Oh I hoped you didn't mind, if you don't want me to call you it's okay..." and I said, "No, no, it's fine, I just wanted to know how you got the number, since it's my cell number and I don't give it out publicly." The mood of the dream completely changed to "people with crushes on each other trying to get the nerve to ask each other out". Oh, and it turned out that if you put "Julia" in a Thai-English translator, you get a complete description of me (the kind that the Thai mafia would need to have) that includes my cell phone number. *grin* Anyway, me and the guy went out snow-skiing for our first date.
Yeah, it was weird.
Hmm. I was going to say something else, I know it...