Dream, and other stuffs.

So I had an interesting dream, and I'll put it here before I add details and such on my "my writings" blog to make it into a short story.

The dream begins when I'm visiting Loki at work. It's sometime like two or three in the morning, and for some reason he's working the customer service desk. Also, I've noticed that it's not in the town I currently live in - he and I are both living separately in a different town, and he's working at a bigger, better Marsh with better benefits (insurance, better pay, etc)... I don't know how on earth i'm supporting myself in this huge town, but I will note that I'm on my POS bike.

So he and I talk for a while, and as I'm putting my bike away behind the counter (because, for some reason, the customer service desk is a penensula rather than a corner desk with doors into both backing walls) his female bitchy manager (who gave off energy similar to my mother - lots of negativity and condescending attitude. You all know the kind - those females who are "I'm better than you because I say so and because you don't know jack shit." yeah, he had one of -those- for a manager.) decides to make him pick up the slack for somebody else - stock this, pull this forward, these need to be stocked on -all- the registers. So as he goes off to do his job she descends on -me-.

Because I'm not looking for a fight I attempt to be polite and ask "Hey, my bike's not in the way here, right?" and she proceeds to yank my bike from its current location and put it right between the in/out doors of the establishment... though there's already two bikes there. One belongs to Loki (REALLY nice bike) and the other is one of those BMX looking bikes that have professional paintjobs to make them look dirty with trick-spikes coming out from both wheels and a pedal-backwards-to-brake system. She then starts trying to chat with me, as if she's trying to keep me away from Loki or stall me.

So then an ancient friend from college shows up in what is, ironically, a clone of Loki's dad's jeep grand cherokee - right down to the color! His name is Corey B, and he's also an ex of mine sorta. We're still on good terms, but for some reason he's got Heather riding shotgun, and she's dressed horribly. I mean, this-is-not-the-heather-we-know sort of dress; She had on a full dominatrix outfit underneath a skimpy dress that showed off everything - INCLUDING the dominatrix outfit.

Loki tries to come over to me and talk, since he's done with his extra work, but his manager descends upon him again, bitching at him and giving him even more work specifically designed to keep him away from me. Because, apparently, the invisible customers have complained to her about how we constantly make "Google-y-eyes" at each other. and yes, she did use that very technical term. "Google-y-eyes"

So while that's going on I decide to go outside and get some fresh air - and hopefully get his manager off of the both of our backs. I wind up talking with the possessed-looking-Corey and Dominatrix-Heather, and they somehow manage to get me to get into the backseat. I think it had something to do with food - We were all hungry, so Corey took us out for food (McDonnald's, of course, because the dominatrix insisted.) I get food for Loki as well, because I know he has a full 30-minute lunch and he forgot his lunch that day - instead, we wind up back by my house in my current town, and for some reason I'm packing up most of my clothes as if I'm never coming back. I mean, giant suitcase type of packing. So I'm packing my favorite outfits first, even if a bit hurridly - and I notice that there are clones of said favorite outfits in my closet. You could tell they were clones because the clones were bigger, and generally looked shitty... almost as if someone had been in my room only a few seconds before I opened the door to try to create this illusion.

So I pack both sets of clothing and get back into the car, riding shotgun this time, while Heather goes back into my house to talk to my mother in my stead (because we look so much alike that she can't tell her own daughter from somebody else) and, for some reason, it's working. She's gotten really, REALLY good at acting. Corey and I start talking while we watch Heather chat with my mom - and my mom starts getting teary-eyed and looking happy! Like the prodigal daughter had come home...

So Corey and I start talking about college, where we've been since then, etc. and then he suddenly grabs my left wrist (engagement wring and all) and pulls it backward as hard as he can, chicken-winging me without putting the arm behind my back. He starts asking me questions like "What's your favorite food?" and "If you could save one person in this entire world from the apocolypse, who would it be?" My responses were "I have lots of favorites" and "Loki Akiiki"... I'm in a lot of pain until I say Loki's name...

So then Corey's eyes go all reminiscent as he smiles softly and says "So you'd save Loki from the apocalypse, and not yourself?" and when I said yes, he said "Oh Sasha, I've missed you so much." He let go of my wrist and hugged me, and acted like he was going to run away with me. (since neither of us liked this twisted, dominatrix-obsessed Heather.) He turns off the jeep's lights and starts backing down the street (because, for some reason, it's gridlock going out of the housing edition and you can't turn around.) He backs onto the sidewalk and parks so we can watch heather freak out when she realizes her ride is gone... so she and my mother start packing clothing (including tights, lots of dresses and skirts... the stuff I don't wear, and have left... which should have alerted my mother that something was up) and then she spots us while packing. She looks me straight in the eye and mouths something; Corey, sounding zombified and posessed, says it for her: "He is mine, bitch!" Then I feel a pinch in my neck and I'm knocked out cold.

When I wake up I'm in Heather's body, wearing what she'd normally wear in real life - a lime green dress that I'm not that fond of. My hair's cropped short, which looks good on her; Heels somehow feel comfortable, and I tower above all of my female friends; and everything seems to be in order. My memory is horribly fuzzy, and if it weren't for my name being written on the mirror I wouldn't know who I was. My name is Heather N. W. and I live with my one brother and horrid mother.

Everything's going fine as I'm re-learning my routine... and then Sasha shows up with her new boyfriend, Corey. Loki tags along, too, looking extremely melancholy after the breakup. This is the first instance of feeling that anything is wrong at all, because I feel more connected to this Loki person than is healthy - almost to the point of obsession, or worse, true love. Because I am Heather, and I cannot trust any man with anything due to shit that went down a long time ago, in multiple instances.

I notice that Sasha's eyes are a different color than I remember them - instead of blue, they are green. I noticed that, looking in the mirror this morning as I put on my face, my eyes were blue instead of the normal green. This was getting strange - first the eye color, and then looking at this heartbroken male...

Then he looked up and met my eyes. My heart jumped out of my chest, and it scared me half to death. What scared me more is the fact that he kept staring into my eyes... as if he recognized me, or knew me from somewhere. Sasha kept coughing to get my attention, something she normally doesn't do, and I kept ignoring her - This was my house, after all. She'd get fed when I damn well wanted to feed her! Why is this man staring at me so much... and why do I feel like I know him, even... dare I say... love him?

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LITERARY GENIUS! I know the whole body-switching thing has been done before, but what if you add magic to it and make it a horror story? Magic + horror... I haven't read about that being done before, or read any books like that before. Sure, I'm working on a magic + romance story... as well as a magic + action/romance trilogy... but magic + horror...? I want to try my hand at this. Expect an update to my "my writings" blog within 48 hours turning the above dream into a short story. Or do you think that it should be incorporated into one of my currently-running stories? All I'd have to do is switch out a few names here and there, and introduce two new characters to whatever story I add it to... and those aren't all that hard to do.

IN OTHER NEWS, ChaCha is being a bitch. They're trying to tell me that I'm under their QA standards.Which, whatever. I've made their damn QA standards every time except freaking ONE! Unless there's some invisible standard that I don't know about? Meh, while Loki's at work I'm going to re-educate myself on the "Mysteries that are ChaCha!" ... Wow. I sound like a total idiot there.

So I've also noticed that there's a lot of hate being thrown at hookah, which I've become rather accustomed to. Honestly, if anybody asks any questions about it, they are met with craptons of hate! What sort of way to communicate information is that?! IT'S NOT, YOU MORONS! Stop spreading negativity at people who 1) don't deserve it, and 2) didn't fucking ask for it or start anything. It's one matter to get legitimately angry about something and go bitch and rant about it, but it's quite another to force your agenda down someone else's throat just because you woke up on the wrong side of the god damned bed this morning. Some of us know it's "Bad for us" or whatever, but we do it anyway. Why? Because I have a life to live god damnit, and I'm not going to sit and make myself miserable for my entire life just to get to this invisible "heaven" of yours or prolong my life on this plane for 3 or 4 more months. SO STOP FORCING THE ISSUE!

AHEM, so I'm done. I need to get ready for my BF's arrival. We're going to be eating cornpops and discussing a bunch of stuff that neo-yuppie-retarded-idiots the school systems are currently turning out can't even fathom... like SCIENCE! *Bill Nye pose*

I knew I picked the right one <3

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Blessed Be!
~SNT
Listening: Enya: Wild Child