The Chordettes were on crack.

[trinityofone]

Last night I had possibly the most disturbing dream ever. In it, I was lying in bed, drifting between being awake and asleep, my eyes half-closed, a pale bit of moonlight drifting in through the hideously ugly curtains. (Sadly, those are real and not part of the nightmare.) I had my hands tucked under the covers and was just drifting off to sleep when suddenly a HALF-DOZEN RATS scampered up over my body, right over my hands, under my chin, and down behind the other side of the bed. I yelped and started out of bed--only I was really awake now, yelping and starting out of bed. The line between dream and reality was so thin that I had to go hide in the bathroom for fifteen minutes before I was calm enough to spend any concerted time in the bedroom. Even now, I think I’d be half-convinced that I’d momentarily enacted out a choice scene from 1984 were it not for the fact that there is no space between my bed and the wall--nowhere for them to have gone. This was small comfort, especially at three o’clock in the morning.

So I got up and wrote more pony!fic, and also a few other comment ficlets that I’m going to clean up and post later. But first, I have to tell you about the three other dreams I had before the rats one--busy night last night, eh, subconscious?

First I dreamt that I was on LiveJournal, and all of you were convinced that I was dead. (Um, I’m not, by the way. Just clarifying: this post? Does not come from beyond the grave. It comes from Ireland.) Rather than do something sensible like log on and post a helpful HI! STILL ALIVE! or even a NOT DEAD--PINING FOR THE FJORDS! I just sat there, helplessly wringing my hands. So, yeah: dream me? Not too bright.

Then I dreamt that I was having a discussion with my father in which he was telling me something important about my brother, Daniel. Only about halfway through he stopped talking about Daniel my bother and started talking about Daniel Jackson and how his love for Jack O’Neill was so pure OMG! And I was like, jeeze, that isn’t even my fandom, get a clue, pops!

And then I had this really disturbing and sexually explicit dream about Ford. It started out with me trick-or-treating in my old neighborhood in Vermont. I was with a friend--I think this girl Vanessa, who I haven’t talked to since I was, like, 12--and we were knocking on doors in this housing development that I want to call St. Charles Place, except that’s a space in Monopoly and clearly I’m confused. ANYWAY...we were innocently trick-or-treating when suddenly I was KIDNAPPED! I was taken to a mysterious government facility (Yes, in Vermont. I know, dream logic doesn’t make any sense.) where I was dressed in a fashionable nightie and strapped to a table where I’m sure I was eventually going to be experimented on. But before they could do anything, I escaped! I snuck out a back door (I don’t know how I got out of the restraints--apparently, I have amazing contortionist powers!) and, ouchy irony! Immediately got kidnapped AGAIN, this time by creepy post-enzyme Ford, who had also apparently stolen Devon’s van. (That’d be Dingoes Ate My Baby Devon. A mini-crossover, whee!)

Anyway, Ford’s evil plan seemed to involve driving me to my old preschool. He parked and made me get out, at which point a guy with a gun (who oddly enough looked exactly like Ford--a fact that none of us acknowledged) leapt out from behind some bushes and started threatening to kill Ford. I, having apparently developed the world’s quickest case of Stockholm Syndrome, dove in front of the gun and begged the attacker to spare Ford’s life. Then the guy laughed and turned to Ford: “Hey, glad I could help you out, man.” Ford then explained that he had hired the guy to threaten him as a way to test me, and I had indeed proved that I was loyal. “Oh, goody!” I said (or something like it). “Let’s have sex then!”

So we started getting it on in the grass in front of my old preschool. I ripped off Ford’s shirt to reveal the disturbing sight of a horrible series of scars and pustules--after effects of the enzyme, apparently. Undeterred, I opened Ford’s pants and proceeded to give him a brisk handjob. He came and--okay, you might want to stop reading now, because this is gross and I apologize--his come burned, literally scorched my skin; I had to go put my hands out in a mudpuddle. Leaning over and looking at my newly scarred palms, I thought, “Oh, come on! I have a little bit of sex and I’m punished right away? WTF?” (See, I told you it was a crossover with Buffy!)

So, yeah. My brain is weird.

Now, I was going to post a couple of dream-themed songs, but then I remembered that I made a Sandman mix a while ago--for monanotlisa, I think? And I never sent it to you? (I’m sorry!) Well, anyway: in that case, I figure there’s no reason why anybody who wants it shouldn’t get to enjoy it, especially after sitting through all this blather. So here it is:

A Handful of Dust - A Sandman Mix

1. Mr. Sandman - The Chordettes
2. Cole’s First Dream - Paul Buckmaster
3. Paco De Renaldo’s Dream - Tindersticks
4. Red Dresses - John Murphy
5. Asleep - The Smiths
6. Sleepwalk - B.J. Cole
7. Dreamboat - Mirah
8. Cole’s Second Dream - Paul Buckmaster
9. Dream a Little Dream of Me - Dean Martin
10. The Thinner the Air - Cocteau Twins
11. Bird Dream of the Olympus Mons - The Pixies
12. Jim’s Dream - John Murphy
13. Once Upon a Daydream - The Police
14. Lux Aeterna - Clint Mansell
15. Cole’s Third Dream - Paul Buckmaster
16. (I’ll Love You) Till the End of the World - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
17. Tom Tom’s Dream - The MDH Band
18. Blue Moon - Cowboy Junkies
19. Last Night Sleep - CAN
20. The Dream Theme - The Edge
21. Sleep - The Dandy Warhols
22. Cole’s Fourth Dream - Paul Buckmaster
23. All I Do Is Dream of You - Arthur Freed & Nacio Herb Brown
24. Suite from ‘Restless’ - Christophe Beck
25. Death’s Door - Depeche Mode
26. Dreamers Awake - Paul Buckmaster

And yes, while that looks like a lot of tracks, it does actually fit on a standard 80-minute blank CD.

.zip file OMG, this took sooooooo long to upload. *hates yousendit*
backup .zip
2nd backup .zip because I have to go to bed soon. *gulp*

Please let me know what you think! Or, y’know, when the file needs to be refreshed.

Oh yeah, and feel free to Freud me. *g*

ETA: Also, look at the AWESOME ICON siriaeve made me! Because JOHN IS THE CHOSEN ONE!!!

Comments

rats

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

Can't decide what's worse, Buffy Sheppard or John Potter.

*thinks*

OK, whichever way we turn it, Buffy always wins. Still.

*won't bother Freuding the obvious*

HOT!

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

http://johnmm.bol.ucla.edu/sexualphysics/procreation.htm

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Ack. Brain frying. Paper due in 12 hours that hasn't begun yet, lab to finish, and biochem final. Pronouns abandoned by the wayside. Will return to properly comment later. Maybe. For now, dream = raised eyebrow of WTF?, and thank you for the music. *dies, messily*

[wychwood]

I think there must be some sort of alien mind-ray activated at the moment, because I also keep having freaky fandom-related dreams this week too, which never happens normally...

On the other hand, you totally win at disturbingness!

And dude, why Ford when you could have had John and or Rodney?

[wychwood]

a propos exactly nothing, omg, I just realised you're girlwithjournal!

*eeps and runs away*

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

Snacking on spiders is fine and dandy, as long as I don't wake up in the middle of doing it. Because OMG,EW!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

In the sense of, does the mix contain a sooper sekrit message related to 12 Monkeys? No. But I did like using the Buckmaster music--the progression of Cole's four dreams and then the last track, "Dreamers Awake," to try to add structure to the mix. (Did it work?)

Here's a question for you: Bruce Willis has been in two movies with characters named Cole, and he's died in both of them. Is that just a coincidence? ;-)

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm so glad you like it! And yeah, it's definitely not...up. But then rereading Sandman depresses the hell out of me, so...

I have such a weird relationship with depressing fanfic. I mean, on the one hand, some of it's really good (godofwine's recent story being a prime example--and no, not the Rodney/Brian one *g*) but fanfic's supposed to be my escape, y'know? Snark 'n' sex, baby: that's what I want!

Of course, I love writing heart-breaking stuff more than almost anything, so uh... *is hypocrite*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*has a brief moment of delight at own possible notoriety*

*then...* Uh oh. I didn't do something horrible to you under that name, did I? That was the old me; I swear I've changed!

*tears hair*

No, seriously: I can guess how you figured it out, but, um, how did you know me?

[wychwood]

Heh. Well, technically I didn't, but darcydodo was always talking about you. I'd sort of vaguely assumed that you must have changed your LJ name because clearly she knew you but I didn't remember her mentioning trinityofone. But it was only today that I worked out who you'd been previously.

...I don't think I actually remember anything she said about you, just that you were one of the names, like psychopepsquad and leech etc, that used to turn up in her posts an awful lot.

Re: rats

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Nonono--John can't be Harry. Because in my cracked brain it's already been decided that Rodney is ALLCAPS!Harry and John is fanon!Draco. Which, before you freak out and hate me again, means that he is absolutely NOT EVIL, he just has some daddy issues but is otherwise really charming and wonderful and looks hot in leather; Rodney/Harry on the other hand is kind of whiny and the most reluctant hero ever, but in the end they get together and save the world and there is sex with ties. THE END. Plus Zelenka is Hermione.

*really needs to eat something before she passes out and/or gets any weirder*

Re: HOT!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

OMG I LOVE YOU!

Of course, you do realize that I instantly started trying to think of ways to use this in a fic. *eg*

Number 7 really does explain a lot...

John Potter

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

Ahahahaha, I only hate you when you casually write something I've been brooding over for ages
only hate you when you casually write something that you should have brooded over for ages don't hate you, ever!
*deletes that line from her old post*

Really, anything is better than John Potter, simply because the parallels are scare, the messy hair, the scrawny build, the promo-poses, the (not) green eyes, the saviour, and I protest so I'm all for your erm decidedly odd and non-fitting, but therefore vastly preferable-to-realistic option. *tries to convince self* *with Nutella's help*

Look ma, you make me write breathless Rodney ALL THE TIME. WITH CAPS.

*pets cute trinity*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I was actually wondering if maybe I dreamt about Ford because I've been thinking so much about Aidan...only I don't think about Ford as Aiden, I think about him as Ford. Also, I think that might be reading too much into it. Can you read too much into your own subconscious? ;-)

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Phew! *is relieved* I was worried we might have some sort of "You killed my father, prepare to die" situation here... ;-)

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*pokes you* If you see Death, will you tell her I said hi? And that I totally would have given her more tracks if most songs about death weren't so depressing? Thanks.

*g*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Gah! That sounds like very scary Tim Burton-era Batman. *has irrational fear of acid*

To dream about SGA characters, I recommend instituting a regime of thinking about them constantly. More than you think about people you actually know. That should do the trick. *eg*

Hope you like the music!

[wychwood]

As far as I know, my dad is fine :)

Unless there's something you wanted to tell me...? ;)

[wychwood]

Ahaha. You should go and hit on your Aidan already (although you have to find some nickname for him, because otherwise I'm going to keep thinking about my uncle, and that's just... not a good mental image to have).

Can you read too much into your own subconscious?

Freud didn't think so... ;)

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Erm. *runs away before Yoda kicks her ass*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

How does one hit on somebody? Like, for real? I've never quite...okay, never remotely mastered this.

Freud didn't think so... ;)

*cheery* That's 'cause Freud was batshit!

[wychwood]

:lol:

What makes that even funnier is that I didn't want to use the Yoda icon, I was aiming for this one, as a reference to your earlier comment. But I'm dumb, and the mouse slipped...

[wychwood]

How does one hit on somebody? Like, for real? I've never quite...okay, never remotely mastered this.

Ahahahahahahaha...

'scuse me while I have a small fit of giggles here

Uh, yeah. Sorry. I can't help you. My total failure to understand the whole "hitting on people" thing is part of the reason why I've been single for all but eighteen months of my life so far *g* And I don't remember how I managed it the one time I did end up going out with someone, either, it just sort of... happened, in a very random sort of way.

*cheery* That's 'cause Freud was batshit!

Very true, but so are we! On the other hand, there's batshit and batshit, and I wouldn't actually believe Freud if he told me that the sky was blue.

Re: HOT!

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Inspiration is never a bad thing. Although, I do fear the consequences of having sex while running an improbability drive. Not enough that it would stop me, mind you...

[amnell-kahlan.livejournal.com]

Huh. Your dreams are indeed pretty weird. I did have this one dream in which Jack Sparrow got married to Will and then for some reason was trying to escape him by pole-jumping away. There were tree houses. Uh... yeah. I just wanted to ask if you could maybe refresh the link for the music? I downloaded the one you made for Team Angst and never did comment on it. Thank you :) It was really good >.< Okay, I'm going to stop rambling now. Thank you for the mix anyway, it was awesome and I love your fic :D