Okay, so the general gist of my dream last night was posted at 6am when I was woken by the cats. I got about 15 mins more sleep after that before they were at it again, but that's neither here nor there.
The first part of my dream that I can remember was set in what I guess was supposed to be the "CrimeStoppers" set (for non-Aussie it's a news segment where the Police ask the public for help on recent and/or unsolved cases). There was a meeting at work, and I was made to attend, though I have no idea why. I'm just a grunt, but my boss "Miss Anne" as I called her (who hasn't been my boss for 2.5 years now) thought I was important enough to go along.
I had to sit up the back, I tried to sit in relative obscurity, because I simply felt like I did not belong there. More so after I the Commissioner of Police walked in and sat down... Right in front of me. I was on a chair against the wall, and he sat down at the table in the middle. And of course instead of all the camera's focusing on Miss Anne as she talked, the moved to face him. So I got in the background of filming. Not what I wanted so I excused myself for a "smoko" break.
Soon as I exited the room the dream changed, as dreams often do... And I found myself in Buffy's kitchen. Kinda.
Only reason I knew it was her kitchen was because it appeared like it was filmed in the same lighting (if you've seen the "night-time in Buffy's kitchen" scenes you'll know what I mean). Well that and the fact that Buffy was actually there too. In her pajamas having a glass of warm milk. I'm not sure she even knew I was there, it was almost like I was observing her dream, but it -felt- more interactive than that somehow.
All I remember is that something happened and all of a sudden there were two of them but one was a fake. Real Buffy and Fake Buffy had a fight, without breaking too many things actually. And then Real Buffy shoved Fake Buffy down the garbage disposal. I have no idea how she fit but RB threw FB in the sink and she got chewed up in a spray of blood that ruined RB's pajamas and coated the splash tiles behind the sink a lovely shade of red.
Then someone... My friend who Miss Anne seemed to morph into (they had the same feeling even though they were 2 visually different people) grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door before Buffy could wake up and trap me/lose my consciousness. Or something. Too much Inception/Jumpers.
Soon as I exited (read: got dragged forcefully out of) the room I found myself in a different world. And I say that because I felt like Gulliver in that place. 20ft tall throwing "people" into a river like stones into a creek. I don't know what the size difference was about, or whether they were real people or just statues of some sort. But I remember the throwing "someone" into the river from the side of the bridge.
I think the bridge is probably more significant then anything though; it was huge, even compared to me, grey stone decorated with plant boxes containing a complete old English flower garden. You know, the ones filled with scented bushes neatly trimmed into box shaped. Somewhere I must have shrunk back to normal size, and I -think- it was because I caught wind on the Lavender bushes (which I'm allergic to IRL) so they were kinda like my Kryptonite I guess.
I remember Fala was there for a while, leading/dragging me through the maze that was the bridge-garden. Again I think it was the same dream guide just in his form, only s/he was tugging on my hand trying to get me to hurry, and I'm trying to avoid the death-blooms. :/
I remember I eventually pulled my hand from his/her grasp just in time to avoid being pulled face-first into an immaculately square box of Lavender, and then...
The cats started yowling from somewhere in the garden. Both in my dream and IRL. My youngest, Scrubs, was having a conversation with someone else (another cat) down the back of the yard, loud enough to wake everyone. No hissing/spitting/fighting, just yowling at each other loudly at 6am. >_<;
I had to get up and yell at them, before attempting to pass out again. It only worked for about 15 mins before they were at it again. I had to get up and get breakfast for myself, and then for them, before it stopped.
That kitten is ruled by his stomach. He eats like an elephant. @_@;
Which reminds me... Was paranoid of running over the/a cat on the way outta my driveway, and had this random epiphany... How do cats know that bigger things will hurt them?
Like, my cats have never met an Elephant (as far as I'm aware) and yet I would assume that they would know not to get caught under it's feet least they be stomped on. Why? Where is it in their genetic coding that says bigger things = death?
Most experiences teach us, and some things our parents teach us, but this concept (the cat-elephant theory) is innate... What part of our DNA though it should be included so that all "small" creatures are wary around bigger ones?
There's a thought. If that can be included in our Instinct DNA what else is in there, and why do most people NOT use such common sense?
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