mizzmarvel: (marvel girls - icon_teahouse)
Today on Dimestore Dames, I ramble about Pepper Potts.

Also, last night I got to revisit one of my most common dream themes: it's the first day of school and I can't find one of my classes. Like, DAYS will go by and I'll pass through all these bizarre classrooms around campus, ones that look like greenhouses and movie theatres, and never find the one I'm looking for. And it is always, always high school in these dreams. Like, in last night's dream I started panicking about being college competitive and I actually stopped to think, Wait, don't you have a B.A. in Archaeology?

I'm not going to even pretend this doesn't say way too much about my personality.

just creepy

May. 4th, 2011 10:41 pm
mizzmarvel: (sexy spidey)
All day, I've kept getting nagging little flashes of memory about a dream I had last night, but they never last long enough for me to figure out what it was all about. I feel like it must have been pretty disturbing, though. Definitely death-filled, I think. Fun thing to follow you around all day!

Speaking of disturbing, Jesus Christ, this Spider-Man cover. EVEN FLEXIBLE SPIDER-BODS SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY.
mizzmarvel: (andorian shingles! - entwashian)
Last night, I had a dream that I woke up covered in bed bug bites, and then when I actually awoke, there were two huge, itchy pinkish welts on my left hand. Needless to say, cue freak out.

After consulting with photos of insect bites online -- word to the wise, never do a Google image search of spider bites if you want to be able to sleep ever again -- I think they look more like mosquito bites. Which I'm pretty sensitive to anyway, and they've been known to bite me more than once too.

I really, really hope they're mosquito bites.

Ew, I just found another one on my right arm, and one on my elbow. And another on my right hand?! Okay, here comes another freak out.

ETA: I actually just killed a mosquito brazen enough to land on my bed in broad daylight, so maybe that solves the mystery?
mizzmarvel: (homer hungy - iconzicons)
Last week, I had a dream where I realized that my ice cream was poison, but I ate it anyway. This may offer insight into why my jeans no longer fit.

In my defense, it was snickerdoodle ice cream.
mizzmarvel: (kon looks pensive to the sky - poisonivo)
Rich Cronin from LFO has died. He was only 35.

"Summer Girls" was all over MTV at the height of my TRL obsession. I'd run home every day after school in ninth grade and manage to catch it just in time. I knew every freaking word of that awfully charming song. In fact, when I think of that time period, it's one of the songs that immediately pops into my head (along with "Drive Myself Crazy" and "I Want It That Way").

But there were a lot of songs that came and went on TRL. I don't remember most of them, and there's no reason I should have remembered this one more than any other. Except this: one time, I had a dream that Rich was my boyfriend. We had been separated during his tour for a while, and when we saw each other we leapt into each other's arms romantically, then hung out on the tour bus and just spent time together because we were totes in love. Then he took me to a show and sang "West Side Story" (some song of theirs that was on the radio at the time), only instead of the name Maria he sang Mackenzie, and everyone else was super-jealous.

Seriously, my entire concept of what a good boyfriend should be is based on this dream version of Rich Cronin. I'm so sad he's gone.
mizzmarvel: (starter for ten - willow_icons)
I just woke up from a dream where Adam Baldwin was my boyfriend.

Well, it was more like he was playing the role of my boyfriend in an insane action-adventure plot that involved dodging assassins, a small plane crash into a fancy hotel pool, and discussion of Pete from A Goofy Movie.

But still! Adam Baldwin as my hot, ass-kicking boyfriend!

I'll avoid the most obvious Firefly reference.
mizzmarvel: (tommy's sick - context)
Last night, I dreamt that I went to Chik Fil-A and mistakenly ordered a mouse patty sandwich. Once I figured out that problem, immediately after ordering, I was grossed out, but since I'd already paid for it (I'm so cheap-o), I ate it anyway.

I woke up feeling nauseated. And I haven't really felt right all day.

According to DreamMoods.com:

To see mice in your dream, indicates that you are spending too much time dwelling on minor problems and insignificant matters.

To see mice feeding or eating, suggests that someone is trying to bring down your self-confidence. Some ruthless people are nipping away at your resources.

So in conclusion, I have no freaking clue what that dream meant.

Star Trek was A+++, though.
mizzmarvel: (starter for ten - willow_icons)
It's a Saturday, I know, but even still, I slept in to almost noon today, and that's really out of the ordinary for me. I often wake up at nine or earlier on the weekends, just because that's how my internal clock goes. Unfortunately, this puts me over an hour behind schedule on my freelance work, which I am tackling today. Nnngh.

But as a consolation, last night I did have a dream where Emerson Cod from Pushing Daisies was the superintendent of my apartment building. He was sassy and non-nonsense. I like that in a super.

And now I want rhubarb pie. Darn it.
mizzmarvel: (pbs - these bloggers are an angry bunch)
Probably only [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory will have even the vaguest appreciation for this (appreciation = knowing what I'm talking about, not actual, you know, interest), but I recently had a dream that it turned out that the writer of Sally Forth was my long-lost half-brother.

The sad thing is that I thought it was the coolest thing ever.

tv aplenty

Sep. 20th, 2008 11:03 pm
mizzmarvel: (sylar is broken hot - blu_ink)
Ack, ack, ack, I have this headache that's not going away, and noise and light and uncommon things like that are really annoying me. I also feel kind of queasy and nnnnngh. Not happy.

This is especially sad because I was sent the first disc of Pushing Daisies by Blockbuster today and also rented the first disc of Chuck (using a free rental that was sent to me the last time they screwed up), and I should watch them very soon, especially since the new seasons of How I Met Your Mother and Heroes start on Monday and I'm going to have to have to be free of the distraction of other shows when I'm watching them -- and I will watch them, by hook or by crook, despite not having a TV and really hating watching shows online.

(And now I just pictured Rufio going, "Looky looky, I got Hooky." Man, I love that crop-topped little martyr.)

Anyway. I clearly have a very active social life.

Unrelated -- another baby dream! )
mizzmarvel: (virgin and child)
I had an interesting dream the other night, and I should probably write about it before I forget it.

Cut because I doubt anyone else finds this interesting )

Also, let it be known that I am So Bored. But that kind of bored where doing anything to unbore myself is way too taxing to bother with. Blurg.
mizzmarvel: (billy batson ;_;)
Um, has LJ been weird for anyone else tonight? I seem to suddenly be finding myself logged into other accounts and stuff, and. Uh. It's weird.

Anyway. This morning I woke up because my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it, I didn't get out of bed until after 2:30 (hours after I'd woken up), and I didn't speak to another human being until nearly 5 PM. In other words, I'm really tired of being unemployed.

But I did have a dream in which all of the DCU super-heroes were trapped in a shopping mall while being pursued by an unknown foe. Superboy accidentally saved the day by punching out a claw machine in the arcade. That was pretty magical.
mizzmarvel: (penguins - not jamie madrox but could be)
My personality type: the good-natured realist

Well, that's interesting.

Anyway. My depression and anxiety is not very fun for anyone to read about, so I'm going to talk about something somewhat happier.

Last night, I was having a rather boring dream in which I went to lunch with two people and the bill came out to be $140, and I had no idea it was going to be so expensive and I don't have a job so that's horrible and blah blah blah, and then all of a sudden, a stream of people started filing into the patio area of the restaurant. A lot of them were in costume - not professional costume, but stuff like you'd put together by rifling through your closet. One guy seemed to be dressed as Peter Pan.

And the crowd starts to perform the song and dance routine to "Carrying the Banner" from Newsies, and I freak out because not only is that awesome, I realize that some of the (now adult) actors from Newsies are part of the crowd. (I only remember identifying Specs, who seemed very frustrated because he didn't seem to remember his steps too well anymore.)

Then everyone else in the restaurant spontaneously started to join in, myself included, and the whole thing became an awesome musical number. Everyone was happy, and everyone knew all the words. (Plus, I probably could have easily slipped into the crowd afterward and ditched the check.)

Life would be a lot more fun if that sort of thing happened. Of course, I'd probably end up singing in a garbage can, like in The Producers

dream deux

May. 8th, 2008 11:40 pm
mizzmarvel: (virgin and child)
Another dream! This one is cut for potentially disturbing imagery.

Read more... )
mizzmarvel: (starter for ten - willow_icons)
In my college Psychology class, I learned that we often dream of what we've been thinking about lately. I just had a dream in which Rice Krispies cereal had four mascots instead of three: Snap, Crackle, Wink, and Pop.

I guess I have really deep thoughts.
mizzmarvel: (mirror mirror on the wall)
Last night I had a dream that it turned out that Obama was only as popular as he is because he got his start as a contestant on Project Runway. And he was one of the bitchy contestants. Which, yeah, needless to say I'm glad this is not a Santino Rice for President situation.

Unrelatedly, now I feel wretchedly ill. My stomach is all screwed up, I feel nauseous, my throat hurts, and earlier I seemed to have a fever. This is not pleasant at all.

And as I typed this, an Obama commercial came on. Go back to Illinois until you can design a decent A-line dress, punk.
mizzmarvel: (mirror mirror on the wall)
Work: home of the Internets. Well, mine, anyway. It's kind of embarrassing that I've evidently forgotten how to entertain myself without use of the computer. The power adapter should be here within the next couple days, and if it turns out that that's not the problem, I'll probably flip out. I'd have hoped a $1200 computer would last longer than 15 months, you know?

Anyway. Last night I had a dream that I was house-sitting for [livejournal.com profile] derien and [livejournal.com profile] eor, who lived in the back of a charming little bookstore which they also ran. And then it degenerated into a dream about a small child enjoying Lenders bagels. I have no idea what's wrong with my brain.
mizzmarvel: (peanut)
Everything is okay for the moment, FYI.

Last night, I had a dream where I was watching Boy Meets World and there was an episode in which Eric Matthews is revealed to be bisexual. Cory was very confused that guys could be named Sandy too.

In the dream, I was less surprised by the subject matter than the fact that there was apparently an episode I hadn't seen before.
mizzmarvel: (neville stands out - iconzicons)
Last week, I had a dream in which we were going out to dinner at a restaurant with communal seating. It was very exciting to realize that a few seats away was Brian from this season of Top Chef - at first. Then a baby started to cry and Brian got very upset, calling the baby gay by way of an insult. I was all, "OH NO YOU DIDN'T, BRIAN MALARKY," and everyone at the table clapped while he looked properly chastised.

Then last night, I dreamt that I worked at a storage facility for some reason. It was going to open soon, so Billy from BSG - like, the character, not the actor playing him - came to help with the final details and we became best friends. What fun!

But no, seriously, today we watched about six episodes from the first season of Top Chef, right in a row. Then my brain leaked out of my head. But it was good! I know the final results, of course, but I'm going to pretend for the moment that Stephen somehow wins, and then becomes my personal chef, educating me on the wine I won't drink and casting me looks of pained tolerance all day. Oh, the thought - it made my heart go pitter-patter!
mizzmarvel: (blaines do it in top hats)
Last night, I had a dream that, after a huge search for both the truth and self-discovery, I found out that my mother was not my biological mom.

Bruce Springsteen was.

Um. Brain. What?

Also, grabbed from [livejournal.com profile] unlovablehands with absolute glee:

I have such a love for presidential history, so much so that I kind of knew which presidents the questions were referring to. I think my runner up was probably FDR.


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Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

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