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Important things I found while blog-digging:

YaMA

More YaMA

Daphne's secretly a badass

Loki stahp

Loki why

GDI Cas

Why didn't we make this a thing Kingsley?

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{ Really bizarro-world dream last night. It started with me at my grandmother's old house, and for some reason they were raising all of the walls so they were even *higher*--I mean, the place had high walls before, but now it looked like a *prison*--and I made some weird vodka-and-vanilla-ice-cream slush that I was walking around drinking as the guys did their work and apparently they found it sexy? That or I was doing the thing again where I pretend to be a really sexy ice queen and stare at people judgmentally as I sipped the drink. A guy did some weird sky-diving-drag-racing way the hell up in the air and the only thing that kept him from crashing into my grandmother's yard was the newly heightened wall. In the next moment, for some unknown reason, myself, my mum, my grandmother (who owned the house from earlier), my little sister, Kingsley, and a girl that was waaaaaay too old to be SG but whom Kingsley insisted was her daughter were all at a theme park together. And at first it looked like we were riding on the Tower of Terror, because they put me and two strangers (who I knew the dream but can't recall now) into an elevator together and dropped it. Like. Just a normal elevator. And even though the other two were totally spooked I was just kind of like, "C'mon guys that's it that's the ride chill the fuck out." Only when the elevator doors opened at the bottom, we were in the cellar. And it was flooded. And there were all these people milling about, forming lines. Well, I was a little confused but the strangers were super relieved and talking like *this* was the ride, or at least the line for it, and I distinctly remember being very confused because it wasn't supposed to be a water ride. Anyway, we're milling about the front of the line and I lose track of the strangers, but I wasn't worried because I'd found my party (sans Kingsley and SG, who accidentally ended up in the other line; like, one line/ride faced one way an the other the other way so we weren't even going to end up in the same place and that unsettled me a bit for some reason). And there's this guy standing between the back of the two boats and checking seatbelts and stuff and he looks kinda familiar to dream!me but she doesn't know who he is and semi-wakeful!me knows it's ALAN FUCKING CUMMING in his Floop outfit. (I don't dream about celebrities; this marks the second time I can remember, third if you count a generic Beetle Juice as a celebrity.) So we get to the front of the line and he starts approaching to buckle us in and I call out to Kingsley, who's still stuck in the other line, and tell her and SG to get on the ride in the seat behind me (my grandmother was my riding buddy) and AT THE TIME it didn't feel like anything but NOW I have this sense that that really caught his attention and was why he stayed as close to me as he did for the duration of my dream. So he's strapping us all in and that's when I realize he looks like Floop but I KNOW he's not Alan Cumming OR Floop, but naturally I find him attractive and after a very brief conversation in which I try (and fail) to get Kingsley to second my opinion that telling him he's attractive is a good thing, I turn around and tell him I find him very attractive and he looks a bit like me favorite celebrity (which I'm nowhere near bold enough to do irl). Honestly, I missed loading right in to my seat checking on Kingsley and having these two moments, so I'm quick-slushing through this really gross, really cold, thigh-high water to hop into my seat next to Grandma and he's chuckling at me (a bit sinisterly tbh) and I had the sense *then* which has redoubled itself *now* that he was waiting for me to do something--namely, to protest to all this because it was WRONG for the ride and then to *do* something about it. So I finally kind of say something to him to that effect--that this isn't right--as he pushes our boat-car-thing off to meet the other and he kind of laughs and I think he left in the moment but it turns out he kept following us because he was impressed by how I managed to keep my head over the waves despite the fact that our car sat too low in then and by how I always managed to emerge laughing after being submerged when I couldn't keep my head above water. (I really love the water btw I took to swimming at a freakishly young age and everything.) My memory's getting spottier now...somehow while we were for the ride to start with all the other cars, ours sank. And we could get out of line so we had to grab a bunch of innertubes--but because we weren't in a car, when we took the initial plunge over the first fall and into the ride, we ended up somewhere we weren't supposed to be. It wasn't part of the ride, but we could see little hills were the backsplash (at the time I thought they were the forward drops) from each mountain path ended up. And even though I didn't directly see him, I knew Not-Alan was still with us and watching me--now with much more openly sinister intent and interest. I still don't know what he was looking for. Before waking up, I remember thinking that the ride was supposed to take us back to the surface, since the elevator put us in the cellar; clearly, though, it was only takin us further down. I wonder now if it was meant to deliver us to Hell. }