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Dijon... Geez, man...
Lots of weird dreams tonight/recently, but only because my ******** brother kept waking me up various times, so I kept going back to sleep to catch up on much needed sleep. -_- If the b*****d hadn't woken me up so goddamn much, I could have been out of bed by ten at the latest, but nooo, he had to wake me up as many times as he did, and of course I was always tired each ******** time he did it, so I had to force myself back to sleep until I was no longer sleepy. Lo, my BACK PAIN wakes me up around one PM today, but at least I'm not as fugging sleepy as I was when my stupid brother woke me up the last five freaking times. -_-
Anyway... this is the only dream that really matters, since it was probably the second to last one. The last one involved Mario and the Princess, time travel, and Bowser with his evil plots to, I dunno, rape the princess til she becomes pregnant with his children or something.
Yeeeaah....
It started off as a war against UFOs of some sort. Tiny things, really, about the shape of a human's head, maybe a little bit bigger... silver and green, or silver and blue, depending on which one you were looking at.
A girl-my comrade- who reminded me strongly of Yllys-an old friend who is the older sister of an old friend of mine- suggested we go beneath a rocket's tail, saying there was a healing fairy there that we could use. O_O;
We went underneath, and sure enough, there's a blue glow behind the cage that was the tail, enshrouded by rudders.
The blue glow heals us unconditionally, before the UFOs take a blast at the rocket in an ill-guided attempt to ambush us, resulting in the rocket getting blown-apart.
The cage breaks, and out bounces the fairy, who is, by this time, quite irate.
One of our men, a teenage boy with a wiry frame and shortly cut hair, grabs the fairy and stuffs her back into the now broken cage, while relaying to the rest of us all the while that he was going to create a magic shoe. -_-;
He sticks something underneath his cage covered foot that is very smooth, and next thing you know, he's on the church grounds, gliding along the cement walk just outside the building. As soon as we get inside, however, the fairy breaks free and takes her revenge out on us, telling us her name was Dijon and that she was going to kill the boy that had marred her dignity so.
Yllys quickly explains that Dijon may have been a holy fairy, but when fairies in general are ignored for too long, their personalities often turn awry.
We quickly dodge her deadly attacks, but the boy-I'll call him Bend- holds firm, barely dodging her attacks, but dodging them nonetheless. Seeing as he's the main focus of her anger, Yllys' character and I stay somewhat out of harm's way by trying to stay away from Bend. He urges us to all come together, as he has a plan. He grabs an empty wine bottle from a nearby stand and, with it in one hand, he grabs onto one of the tentacles of blue light with which Dijon was trying to kill us.
She screams in anger and flings us around, but Bend never lets go in spite of using only one hand. Finally, when she flings him a bit too close to her own tiny body, he grabs her and stuffs her in the bottle.
He caps it and grins at the bottle. Dijon immediately begins to cry and begs him to let her go. Feeling sorry for her, he agrees on the condition that she not try to attack them again, and she starts, but then begrudgingly agrees.
He pops the cap and once again, she is free. She blasts and breaks the bottle and, cackling, she begins her assault once more. "She lied to us!"
"Don't worry, I have another plan!" Bend assures me, as he finds a desk with two bottles on it's stand. He mentally picks one out, but does not make a grab for it. This time, he merely stands in place as Dijon takes her wild, random lunges towards him.
On her forth lunge, he manages to grab her, only this time he decides to lick her from her waist upwards. This action immensely grosses out the beautiful fairy and she begs to be free from this sickening boy. He tells her that if she'll stay in the bottle of his choice, she'll never have to be touched by him again. She agrees emphatically, and he chooses a beer bottle with some of the irksome liquid still dripping around inside. He screws the cork in, and we see Dijon inside, pouting with crossed arms as she tries to stay away from the alcohol, but wincing when it comes into contact with her. Yllys and I congratulate each other on surviving this story, while Bend and his parents stand before a clergyman in white and maroon garb. Bend has asked his parents to adopt Dijon so that she may stay with them, and they have agreed. As the clergyman writes this into a piece of parchment, he turns to the fairy in the bottle and asks:
"And what is YOUR name, little one?"
Dijon calmly responds:
"Dijon Mustard."
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Even in my dream, I mentally slapped myself! O_O;
 Sakura Moonflower · Thu Jan 25, 2007 @ 11:01pm · 0 Comments |
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