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Note To Self

Dear Subconscious,

While all of us here in Ursula's brain appreciate your nightly dream theatre, we wish to register a complaint re: last night. The plot wasn't bad. We were impressed. The bit where we were holding that one chick hostage and she wrote the notes pointing to our secret lair by hiding them in the printer test sheets--that was pretty cool. We are not entirely sure why we were an elderly anthropomorphic ram at the time, but we were willing to roll with it, particularly since we got to be our normal self later, and also to drive a very cool car.

And that other bit, later? That was hot, yes. All of us agree that yes, that was pretty smokin'.

However, we must object to the fact that that particular bit was placed on top of a prickly pear thicket. Having scoured all relevant memories, we're pretty sure you just made that up. Leaving aside the suspension of disbelief issues--the logic cortex began yelling "Oh, COME ON!" and throwing popcorn at the screen, and had to be wrestled to the ground by the superego--it lent a certain Dr. Seussian vibe to the whole encounter and we here in the brain are in complete agreement that there are times when we really don't want to be thinking of Dr. Seuss. It is difficult to sustain a moment of passion at the best of times, and made notably more difficult when you are vaguely thinking "Was this from "Oh, the Places You'll Go?" or the one with the sneeches...?"

Trusting that you will take this under advisement in the future.


The Rest of the Brain

Dear Ursula's Subconscious,

Just be assured that while you may task the rest of Ursula's brain at times, we brains on the outside love you. You can crash in my skull any time if you need to.

Fondest Regards,
Fritz's Brain

Sounds more a "Green Eggs and Ham" moment to me.

Can you do it in a box? can you do it witha fox?

By the Elder Gods and all other gods, Pepsi does indeed HURT when forced out through nasal passages while laughing.... :)

carbonated nasal douche.

I think that is a form of torture somewhere :)

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Heheheh. Did the other person involved have stars on thars?

I think I'd take your dream in trade for the almost-coherently plotted, deeply disturbing one I had night before last, though. Doctor Seuss is totally easier to deal with than demons and severed heads.

Of course, Seussian severed heads might just be enough to send me to the home..

You're so lucky. My subconscious is possessed by the spirit of Ed Wood. There are no plots in my dreams, and if there are any plots, they make absolutely no sense at all.

I've seen enough prickly pears at an impressionable enough age that I associate them more with Great Outdoors vacations in dry places, rather than the Dr. Suess version (which I suspect of being fuzzy rather than prickly pears).

I'd still have complaints to my subconcious that this was a sub-obtimal substrate and surely it could do better.

You were an elderly anthropomorphic ram because you were channeling an age'ed version of Pollo from PX!

Blast, beaten to the punch! ;)

Dear Ursula's subconscious, here's something to be getting on with.


I threatened to fire my subconscious once because the evil villain's plot in the dream was to train a flock of bats to play sports, and thus have the world's first team of--yes--baseball bats.

You know you've hit a low when you stop in your dream and say, "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! BOOOOO!"

I once dreamed of a dog that had its body replaced by the torso of a sheep in some cruel bit of mad science... and I didn't spot the feeble pun until after waking.

*Would like to see this rendered visually. Not necessarily the hot bits (necessarily), but definitely the WTF BRAIN?!?!?! bits*

Prickly pear? Thought of TS Eliot before Dr Seuss. I'm so pretentious.

I like your subconscious.

I had a lovely dream involving the boys from Supernatural (I'm a fairly rabid fan) which was wonderful, although there were no hot bits (sadly.) I do have to say, in connection with your last post, that I strongly caution against going looking for slash fiction about them. Now I love fan fiction, even slash as much as the next crazy person (:D) but this can cause brain melt! Considering that the characters are brothers makes my brain wibble at me.

this has been a public service announcement, for the good of all

Thank you.

You say elderly ram, and all I can think is the ram in Hoodwinked who's cursed to sing everything and has hundreds of spare horns. :P

I LOVE that movie! The ram is one of the best parts...he and twitchy.

Hey, at least it wasn't on top of a pile of dead babies.

Just sayin'. Not like I dreamed of erotic happenings on top of a pile of dead babies before. Hah, I mean, who would dream a thing like that? *nervous whistle*