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hamatokameko ([info]hamatokameko) wrote,
@ 2008-04-18 09:23:00
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Current mood: weird
Current music:Alice Cooper - Clones (We're All)

No wonder I have a headache.
The dream was primarily Mighty Ducks. At one point I was even my own (male) character. I like him, and I haven't thought of the Ducks much lately, so this was pretty awesome.

But then it got weird. Okay, my dreams are always weird. But this was weird.

The Mighty Ducks were fighting Dragaunus' robotic minions. Nothing strange there. Pretty much a day in the life, really. Much of the actual battle was in my own, real neighborhood, only with a lot of insanely tall trees. Okay, still not that unusual.

Except that one of the main robot types they were battling were Daleks. No sign of Doctor Who.

More of the robots were badniks from Sonic the Hedgehog.

There was a scene where I was frantically choosing from among an array of wooden sticks to try and figure out which one was my wand. The name "Harry Potter" was spoken distinctly at this time.

Was that Hulk Hogan shushing me as we snuck down a darkened hotel hallway?

A rather epic fight took place directly across the street from the little church of Scientology a couple blocks away.

At one point I (as my character) collapsed, exhausted, on... the sales counter from the job I quit a few weeks ago.

For some reason, the Ducks' headquarters floated overhead. Coming and going involved a rope ladder. Never saw Sportacus, though.

Still trying to figure out where the trolls I had to chase off came from.

I woke up with Alice Cooper's (We're All) Clones stuck in my head.



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