reipan

...as Cassio said to us, sitting on the steps directly in front of me xD We didn't think calling out to him would be the best idea, and I managed to restrain myself from poking him, but I did wave. He didn't wave back. Big meanie.

Um, I just realised that that will make no sense unless I explain it. I went with my class to see Othello at the Globe yesterday, which was rather awesome. Even if there was another group of students there whose teachers reserved a big space at the front for them (it's the Yard, you idiots, we're supposed to move around and fight for the places at the front, and your kids did more cuddling than watching the damn play anyway) and then told us off for whispering to each other. Would they have rather we'd heckled?

...I really wish Lynn hadn't told us that in the original performances, they used to heckle. I would have loved to have heckled. When Emilia was ranting to Iago about who could have done such a terrible thing as spread rumours about Desdemona, I was so tempted to point at him and yell 'HE'S BEHIND YOU!'. But I didn't. Although considering the general script and how utterly, utterly camp they made Roderigo, I did manage to turn the entire play into one big gay orgy.

Almost without trying.

Anyway, that was yesterday. Got the shock of my life on the way back, I didn't realise Cannon Street tube closed so early. (The tragic irony here is that I was actually looking for Mansion House.) Then got home, went to bed, and had the Weirdest Fucking Dream Ever...

(Note: I'm very, very bad at transcribing dreams. I write down details pretty much in the order they occur to me, as if I concentrate on a dream I've had things tend to come back to me halfway through. That's why I don't do it that often. Don't expect much in the way of wonderful narrative style.)

I was in...a room. It might well have been my living room. There were sofas, that much is certain. And...puppets, but more on that later.

Now that I think about it, I can't really think of any of my friends who weren't there. Some of them spoke to me and some of them didn't, but I think pretty much all my friends were there. It was damned crowded. Actually, I think we were in Yuffie's old living room, from when she had the flat in Putney. Seems more like that.

And they were playing a game. I have no idea what the rules were, but there it started with this blonde woman...and she was bleeding inside. There was blood coming out of her mouth. At first she was screaming with her mouth open, but after a while her face settled and she started smiling. (I could still hear her screaming, which was sort of odd.) And she sort of...jerked up, as if she were a puppet, and moved her arms about a bit, and then leaned down and picked up a semi-circular board, with lines drawn down it, and held it up. And...she gave a weather forecast (you heard me) and then just collapsed, and I could see her body starting to break inwards and the bones starting to stick out, and more blood.

Then there was a scarecrow. Except it wasn't really a scarecrow, it was some dude with ginger hair (not Ariadne) attached to a wooden cross. I didn't really see him, because at that point Zoe said to me "Look away now, you don't want to see this" and I looked away from him. A dark-haired girl appeared beside the body of the blonde woman, and pulled a needle out of her back. And then...swallowed the needle. Then she started screaming as well, and I think that was the point in the dream where I covered my eyes with my hands.

That's all I saw. I know there were dice rolled, and my friends seemed pretty okay with everything else that was going on, but I think the ginger scarecrow-man was a puppet too, because people kept telling me not to look at the game if I was scared of puppets. At one point I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, and that was when I woke up.

...yep. That's my dream. I have no idea why I typed all that out xD I just felt like sharing. Any dream-interpreters are willing to analyse my relationship with my parents.

Confidential to everyone: Cheer up, it's bad enough that I'm being a miserable sod.

Mata ne!

~Reipan