30 April 2008 (txt)
dream:
1. aragorn, milling and chilling in a star-studded party crowd with his broadsword strapped across his tuxedo back
2. a little brother and an older brother, watching the two princesses walk away with mouths ajar
3. erin and other housemates retrieving mail from under the garage door in the absence of a mailbox, all of it addressed to samantha and rachael shaw and other people (many, many other people) who are not you
4. the sound of settling
5. an old, hairy, wild-looking, shipwrecked man with a beaky-nosed profile
6. being in l-o-v-e
7. ninety one year old vampires, their nineteen-year-old cycles of love and murder, and their late night test conversations with old kings over boxes of popcorn squares that look like the squares being pried off the diag right now
8. a mysterious orb that some people want to break (they or he are generally regarded as nefarious and a touch evil) and others want to protect (these are generally regarded as fierce and terribly stubborn) - i think the former is the ian mckellan character (whose eyes go cartoonishly round like coins when the tv announcer says, in a cool elevator voice entirely free of snickers, that aragorn is in the audience with a blunt sword and can help him out with his ball-breaking problems) and the latter are the two brothers, one of them jared leto maybe
9. the sphere, which is amberish brown in color and has something written on it and has doubles or equivalents or fraternally identical siblings somewhere
10. being too afraid to hold out the orb for the nefarious older one to break, as you are certain that he will lop off your hands in the process, or use your chest as the cutting board behind his apple coring (you are not certain that any of this will be an accident, either), so that you keep hopping out of his way and clutching the ball protectively to you and shouting "no, wait!" as soon as he raises the sword in the air and then taking up another position somewhere else as an elaborate light-footed dance develops between you and your glinty-eyed pursuer (you are one of the brothers, and wonder how a single stab could possibly crack the orb perfectly in half without messily damaging you or the orb in the process)