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azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-04 04:06 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-04 04:06 pm
Bad Things happen when you deprive me of my TV time
Having missed last Sunday's episode of "Malcolm in the Middle", my mind decided to cheerfully generate one for me in my afternoon nap.
It didn't start out as that, though. No. It started out as riding on trains and/or buses throughout the city on some very busy freeways, and then something involving a cartload of bricks and a scarecrow-type dummy that was political action in a marketplace/parking lot. After that, there was stuff going on at a swimming pool. I am actually aware of the segué: I was putting away underwear and bathing suits, and then one of the bathing suits was my old one from the inter-school swim competition, that I had participated in (in the dream) years and years ago. Suddenly I was there, wearing the suit, and competing. I was the fastest in my lane, but then I realized that I was in the wrong lane: I was more of a parent than a kindergartener. So I got out of the lane and walked over to the one labeled parents, but there was the big round hot tub, and I got in, and this annoying woman was talking with my mother. I didn't realize this until later on, but my mother was now Lois, the mother from abovementioned sitcom. I dropped my glasses into the hot tub, and my mother dove down to get them for me, and then closed up the bottom panel of the hot tub, which was supposed to be covering over the heating elements.
The annoying lady precipitated a feud with our family, (this involved me trying to smash a packet of orange candies on the annoying lady's face, and by smash I mean I was holding the packet up to her face and punching it, and I was trying to break the candies, and the candies weren't breaking because I couldn't punch hard enough, and then Dad used a baseball bat to the same end); our family suddenly included the Weasley boys rather than Malcolm and his brothers. We all piled into the BIG van (used only in special cases and emergencies: none of us had actually seen it used in the longest time) and Mom tried to drive off without Dad, who threw himself on the car and made the usual panic-face/kicking legs/clinging arms scene. (Same dad from the show, too: my father's always called FatherSir.)
It was ... odd.
It didn't start out as that, though. No. It started out as riding on trains and/or buses throughout the city on some very busy freeways, and then something involving a cartload of bricks and a scarecrow-type dummy that was political action in a marketplace/parking lot. After that, there was stuff going on at a swimming pool. I am actually aware of the segué: I was putting away underwear and bathing suits, and then one of the bathing suits was my old one from the inter-school swim competition, that I had participated in (in the dream) years and years ago. Suddenly I was there, wearing the suit, and competing. I was the fastest in my lane, but then I realized that I was in the wrong lane: I was more of a parent than a kindergartener. So I got out of the lane and walked over to the one labeled parents, but there was the big round hot tub, and I got in, and this annoying woman was talking with my mother. I didn't realize this until later on, but my mother was now Lois, the mother from abovementioned sitcom. I dropped my glasses into the hot tub, and my mother dove down to get them for me, and then closed up the bottom panel of the hot tub, which was supposed to be covering over the heating elements.
The annoying lady precipitated a feud with our family, (this involved me trying to smash a packet of orange candies on the annoying lady's face, and by smash I mean I was holding the packet up to her face and punching it, and I was trying to break the candies, and the candies weren't breaking because I couldn't punch hard enough, and then Dad used a baseball bat to the same end); our family suddenly included the Weasley boys rather than Malcolm and his brothers. We all piled into the BIG van (used only in special cases and emergencies: none of us had actually seen it used in the longest time) and Mom tried to drive off without Dad, who threw himself on the car and made the usual panic-face/kicking legs/clinging arms scene. (Same dad from the show, too: my father's always called FatherSir.)
It was ... odd.