What's the weirdest/creepiest/scariest dream you have had?
I've been having really unusual (for me) dreams lately and I don't know why. Like this. I wrote this all down after I woke up. **edited to insert the dream that inspired this post
[dream I had Monday night]Monday. I had a dream where I was at the Superbowl in the future. At this time they had a huge spectacle that was patriotic in the military show-off sense and patriotic in America's Iions show-off sense. I was some sort of celebrity but not hugely famous. So there, outside the stadium, I was watching a huge parade, chit-chatting with other actors and musicians, celebrities, as I waited for the opening act. We were all dressed after some sort of fictional characters or some representation of famous art, musicians, etc. Kim Kardashian was part of the opening act and for some reason she really liked my company. She was dressed as a watermelon Salvador Dali painting, wearing lots of orange and red and yellow with a large watermelon hat/helmet thing with a sombrero on top of that. Her face was painted orange and she was riding a donkey with a braided blanket on it. I don't exactly know how to describe the area we were in but it reminded me of a more desert-themed, red-carpet-esque horse race. It was also a gorgeous day. Beautiful blue sky with not a cloud in sight. So there I was dressed in a representation of Legolas waiting for the opening act until someone rushed up to me and told me Kim Kardashian fell ill, could not perform the opening act and that she wanted me to. Then they gave me a white horse and told me to get up there. It was a high pedestal covered in grass about 20 feet long and 13 feet wide in front of everyone in America, present or watching through telly. It was like in Star Wars when the Trade Federation meets and it is a massive arena with me in the middle, surrounded by millions and millions of fans in the stadium, waiting. So what I gather I am supposed to do is ride my horse over to the soldier who was standing in the middle of the grassy platform, dressed a Brit in the Revolutionary War, and cross my sword with him. Only one problem, I wasn't given a sword. My Legolas costume was only a representation and I only had a small hammer themed riding crop. The soldier was horridly laughing at me in front of everyone because I didn't have a sword. So I took my switch and reared my horse and then ran at him brandishing my crop. He dodged, rolling under my horse, but I whirled us around and hit him with it. Once across the face, shocking him, then in the rear end and then knocked him down for good. The entire crowd then roared, some with laughter, others cheering me on. Then the soldier stood, grinning, and said to me low-voiced, "They love it." Then the announcer came and began the American theme song and we were ushered out. I was getting compliments everywhere. People were saying that everyone loved me and the act, even though it wasn't very traditional. I was about to go big. But then someone came out of nowhere, yanked me off my horse, gave me a pair of jeans, a black longsleeve t-shirt and a army green jacket and hat and told me "Hurry. Put them on." I did so. Then the mysterious person dragged me into a black car and we drove to an old train station where all the train cars were boxy, military looking and green. Then the doors opened and some dude came out and pointed a gun at me. The mysterious person then shot him point-blank. I flinched back in shock, but the mysterious person just shoved me into the train and shut the door, but not before I saw someone shoot him from behind then start towards me. I think whomever was after me was Russian. The mysterious person just shouted "Move through." And the doors closed. By that time I was terrified, but I moved a train car up. It was identical to the previous one except there were 5 black people sitting there in old ragged coats, ignoring me. I saw there for a bit then moved forward. Next car looked like a normal train car: three rows of seats, each with about 6 seats. I sat for a bit then realized a family eating and talking were watching me suspiciously so I went far away and in the next car I found 3 friends. They told me I needed to keep going, that one of my celebrity friends was waiting for me in the conductors seat. So I moved up car after car after car. Then I reached the front to find Tom Hiddleston driving the train, but he looked really worried and he told me to go back to my friends, take off my jacket and hat and wait for him there. So I ran back through but I could find my friends nowhere. Then a man sitting in a seat looked at me and grinned. He said, "Still looking for your friends? You've already passed them twice." And I got a bad feeling so I turned around to run back to Tom. Then I awoke.
TQC It's one of my good friends birthday next Saturday. He'll be 21 and I actually have the rare spare time to bake him a cake. What is your favourite cake recipe? I am torn between doing a traditional childish birthday cake as a bit of a joke or something more adult. He's having a house party that evening but I'm not sure the cake will get served, he has 4 housemates (one of whom is my boyfriend) so I'm sure between 6 of us we'll demolish it. Any ideas?
It's beautiful out, what should I do with my daughter (1yr) when she wakes up from her nap?
I) Take her to the local water park. We get in free, but it's a mile away and I have no car. II) Fill up her pool. III) Take her to the beach. Last week she had fun in the sand, but the water was too cold for her. The beach is just a man-made beach, by a pond. IV) Something else that I will suggest in the comments.
Parents, what are your favorite things to do outside with your little ones?
When people talk about socioeconomic 'class,' as in, "I'm middle class," what class options are there? I really only ever hear "middle class" or "upper middle class." What salary ranges do you associate with each category (and what currency are you referring to in your response)? And what part of the world are you from? (Edited to clarify that I'm referring more to socioeconomic class.)
Have you ever bought a home (house, condo, co-op, mobile home, etc.) and had to wait to move in even after you paid for it? Or have you ever sold a home and got to keep living in it even after you closed?
How did that work? What were the technical details?
I am really pissed that FB won't accept my report. This guy's mom took it upon herself to reactivate his profile without his permission and log in/out as she sees fit. Dude hasn't had access to a computer since November 2011. He went into a monastery for three years. He deactivated his profile before that for a REASON. Why the ever loving hell won't facebook accept my report?