Snape dream
Feb. 6th, 2006 07:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
schemingreaderThis was not an Alan Rickman dream, but a Severus Snape dream.
First, I think (this part is more vague) that I was at a playground with my son, and was flirting with Remus Lupin. Or maybe it was actually my former colleague from when I taught, the super-handsome medievalist.
Then, I was back at home with my parents and my sister, and we were preparing for a party at my high school teacher's house. He was a sort of combination of my favorite 10th grade English teacher, and Snape. I was amazed that my mom wanted to go to the party. She was insisting that we dress up, and she had a package of frozen lox and whitefish (!!) that she was thawing out to bring.
Snape lived in Painesville. (That is a real place!) My best friend from high school was also coming to the party, but her husband was biking out there. He said he wanted the exercise.
Oh yeah, I just remembered two pieces that make this a classic schemingreader anxiety dream: I was dreaming about my outfit for the party, and also that I had forgotten to go to my job interview, even though it was a Sunday. (I actually have a job interview today, and of course I'm anxious about my clothes.) In my dream I was wearing several pale blue sweaters. (???)
We all drove out and then had to hike up several flights of stairs to get to his apartment. I asked my mom, "Did you ask Mr. Snape whether he wanted us to bring any food before you took the lox?" She said, no, of course not.
I arrived on the doorstep laughing uproariously. Snape, skinny, tall, dark, beaky and smiling, took me in his arms and whispered, "What is so funny, Miss Reader?" (He looked like canon Snape, only handsome and quite tall, with a little of one of my high school crushes--oh believe me I still remember his name!--- mixed in.) I said, "My mom brought lox!"
At that point, my son woke me up.
First, I think (this part is more vague) that I was at a playground with my son, and was flirting with Remus Lupin. Or maybe it was actually my former colleague from when I taught, the super-handsome medievalist.
Then, I was back at home with my parents and my sister, and we were preparing for a party at my high school teacher's house. He was a sort of combination of my favorite 10th grade English teacher, and Snape. I was amazed that my mom wanted to go to the party. She was insisting that we dress up, and she had a package of frozen lox and whitefish (!!) that she was thawing out to bring.
Snape lived in Painesville. (That is a real place!) My best friend from high school was also coming to the party, but her husband was biking out there. He said he wanted the exercise.
Oh yeah, I just remembered two pieces that make this a classic schemingreader anxiety dream: I was dreaming about my outfit for the party, and also that I had forgotten to go to my job interview, even though it was a Sunday. (I actually have a job interview today, and of course I'm anxious about my clothes.) In my dream I was wearing several pale blue sweaters. (???)
We all drove out and then had to hike up several flights of stairs to get to his apartment. I asked my mom, "Did you ask Mr. Snape whether he wanted us to bring any food before you took the lox?" She said, no, of course not.
I arrived on the doorstep laughing uproariously. Snape, skinny, tall, dark, beaky and smiling, took me in his arms and whispered, "What is so funny, Miss Reader?" (He looked like canon Snape, only handsome and quite tall, with a little of one of my high school crushes--oh believe me I still remember his name!--- mixed in.) I said, "My mom brought lox!"
At that point, my son woke me up.
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Date: 2006-02-06 01:18 pm (UTC)That's a brilliant dream! Just like good crackfic. So, the big question is, what is the deal with your subconscious and lox?
busaikko is not at all surprised that Snape lives in your dreams. Pas de tout. She would share her dreams with you, but she never has any. So she shall live vicariously through yours!
And good luck with the interview! Remember: one blue sweater is enough!
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Date: 2006-02-06 01:23 pm (UTC)I have no idea why lox. It's one of the few things I still eat that's not vegetarian. Maybe this was a fish guilt dream.
I believe that my favorite dill pickles were bottled in Painesville.
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Date: 2006-02-06 01:39 pm (UTC)Still not sure of the lox (locks?-- which brings to mind some of the items I viewed today on the Extreme Restraints page (found it by accident and was fascinated) (this is the anal impaler, what won't people think of next? <--NWS! BTW! cover your
husband'sson's eyes!no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 01:54 pm (UTC)I appreciate the way you included elbow pits as well as armpits in the latest (and Last, boo) installment of your serial. Love you buckets!
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Date: 2006-02-06 02:50 pm (UTC)And re: the dream: This isn't anywhere near as weird as the dream I had where Captain Janeway and I made out in a Bloomingdale's dressing room in the mall near where I live while a gorgeous black salesgirl kept bringing us nightgowns to try on. (If you know what this means about my subconscious, please tell me. *g*)
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Date: 2006-02-06 03:00 pm (UTC)If I were making out with anyone from Star Trek, it would probably be Seven of Nine. I should probably be ashamed to admit that. In Saks, not Bloomingdales...
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Date: 2006-02-06 04:06 pm (UTC)I eat seafood without guilt unless it's something caught in nets that threaten tuna or seals. I feel guilty about eating poultry but that hasn't stopped me from doing it. I knew when I stopped eating red meat that if I tried to stop eating chicken too, I would fail and just go back to eating everything, so I haven't touched red meat or pork in ten years and still eat chicken sometimes.
Shellfish, though, I will never give up...not to be vegetarian, not to be kosher. And I don't even feel guilty.
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Date: 2006-02-06 04:10 pm (UTC)I am going to campaign for more sex and less guilt in my dreams.
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Date: 2006-02-06 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 09:27 pm (UTC)Does one need an extra anus...Er, nothing! Move along!
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Date: 2006-02-06 09:30 pm (UTC)unless I grew a prostate first or something OMG. *eg*no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-06 03:27 pm (UTC)Best of luck with the interview!
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Date: 2006-02-06 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 05:30 am (UTC)(BTW, have you ever noticed that dreams in movies and stories and especially fanfic are never anything like real dreams? They're either straight-forward trauma-reliving dreams - which I don't think most people have - or they have really intelligible symbolism. And I feel like I've discussed this with you before...maybe I'm just losing my mind, or maybe you're right now going, "Rex, you've told me all of this before, STFU.")
I hope your interview went well! I want to hear all about it. That is, if you want to tell me about it. :)
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Date: 2006-02-07 08:20 am (UTC)You hadn't mentioned your unrealistic dreams idea to me before, though.
My interview went okay. It wasn't a disaster, and it wasn't fabulous, and I can't tell if they would hire me or not. I would be good at the job but I was a bit shvach in the interview. It was an occasion to realize that I am a bit depressed. My anxiety about the interview was a lot greater than it's been before, and I felt unsure about whether I even wanted the job. I'm up at 3AM listening to the cat puke in the next room and feeling overwhelmed by the whole thing.
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Date: 2006-02-07 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 09:20 pm (UTC)I hate cover letters. I hate knowing that most of the time, employers don't read them. But sometimes they do. blah blah.
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Date: 2006-02-07 09:40 pm (UTC)