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this time the dream's on me
Nov. 22nd, 2010 10:38 am( Dream 1: Talk of menstruation! This is sometimes TMI/squicky for some people...? )
Yesterday I was back at my parents' house and going through/throwing away stuff I left in my old room. I ended up going through a lot of Sailor Moon cards and toys and other novelty items and boy, does it bring back memories. I (still) have SO MUCH Sailor Moon memorabilia; and I still want to keep a lot of it. I'm not completely prepared to let go of the stuff that got me into anime in the first place. I also put my six carebears into the donation pile. It's hard to let them go; they're just so adorable!!! But they're not originals or anything, and it's not like I've done anything with them or even looked at them for the last 3 years. And while I like my share of cute stuffed animal-type toys, I need to keep myself to a strict maximum because there's really no reason I should have them cluttering up my house.
Dream 2: Visit to Japan
Anyway, it's not much a surprise, then, that my dream was that I was in Japan again... but it was some sort of school trip? Angelica was there, and Yoshi, and Will ("and you and you and you... and you were there") -- that is, all of us who'd gone to visit Yoshi in Japan twice were reunited. It was an odd dream wherein the four of us where in a school cafeteria of some kind, eating lunch among the students. A few of us went out to a spot on the roof (god, this sounds just like a freaking manga) with some of the Japanese students. Will was speaking in Japanese to some of them -- the cooler looking ones, who had bleached-brown hair and left their uniforms somewhat unbuttoned (clearly I can't even dream outside of manga stereotypes) -- who ignored him at first but then ended up talking to him. I was mostly sitting and trying to catch phrases here and there, mostly unsuccessful as they were speaking in that really masculine slang with that thug-like accent (and which is super hot... AND OMG I'D LOVE TO HEAR KEN WATANABE TALK IN THAT THUGGY ACCENT, YES PLS) and looking up at the clear blue sky.
I went back downstairs -- I think I was going to watch a play or something? -- and ended up running into Angelica again in a maze of crisscrossing staircases. (PENROSE STAIRS, MAYBE? HAHAHAH, WHAT IS MY LIFE?)
Yesterday I was back at my parents' house and going through/throwing away stuff I left in my old room. I ended up going through a lot of Sailor Moon cards and toys and other novelty items and boy, does it bring back memories. I (still) have SO MUCH Sailor Moon memorabilia; and I still want to keep a lot of it. I'm not completely prepared to let go of the stuff that got me into anime in the first place. I also put my six carebears into the donation pile. It's hard to let them go; they're just so adorable!!! But they're not originals or anything, and it's not like I've done anything with them or even looked at them for the last 3 years. And while I like my share of cute stuffed animal-type toys, I need to keep myself to a strict maximum because there's really no reason I should have them cluttering up my house.
Dream 2: Visit to Japan
Anyway, it's not much a surprise, then, that my dream was that I was in Japan again... but it was some sort of school trip? Angelica was there, and Yoshi, and Will ("and you and you and you... and you were there") -- that is, all of us who'd gone to visit Yoshi in Japan twice were reunited. It was an odd dream wherein the four of us where in a school cafeteria of some kind, eating lunch among the students. A few of us went out to a spot on the roof (god, this sounds just like a freaking manga) with some of the Japanese students. Will was speaking in Japanese to some of them -- the cooler looking ones, who had bleached-brown hair and left their uniforms somewhat unbuttoned (clearly I can't even dream outside of manga stereotypes) -- who ignored him at first but then ended up talking to him. I was mostly sitting and trying to catch phrases here and there, mostly unsuccessful as they were speaking in that really masculine slang with that thug-like accent (and which is super hot... AND OMG I'D LOVE TO HEAR KEN WATANABE TALK IN THAT THUGGY ACCENT, YES PLS) and looking up at the clear blue sky.
I went back downstairs -- I think I was going to watch a play or something? -- and ended up running into Angelica again in a maze of crisscrossing staircases. (PENROSE STAIRS, MAYBE? HAHAHAH, WHAT IS MY LIFE?)
