A Journal for SKRoberts

Last night, I dreamt I was on an epic adventure with Nathan Drake as played by Chris Pine.

I'M OKAY WITH THIS. SEQUELS PLEASE.

Last night I dreamt season 3 began with Sherlock showing up at Baker Street dressed as Julian Assange.

And John's all: O_o

I've been dreaming of double rainbows. What does this mean?! :P

Apparently, since there will be no new episodes on tomorrow, my brain decided to give me an odd Atlantis episode in my head. I'm not sure how much I remember or how much I'm filling in the gaps, but in the not too distant future, something is wrong with Sheppard and Beckett (and Zelenka?) travel back in time to get Younger!Sheppard to help... himself. They're in some sort of ship, shaped somewhat like a gourd. WTH? Why it is not a Puddle Jumper, I have no idea but am sad about that.

Anyway, at some point, Beckett and Sheppard (and Maybe!Zelenka) were doing something in a large room. What? I have no idea. The ship was there, though. Then they were attacked! Sheppard darted to the ship to get his Really Big Gun while Beckett and Maybe!Zelenka sorta ran away. Also, it had started raining. Inside. *shrugs* Sheppard crawls back out of his ship, stands on top of it, and starts firing upon his assailants. Suddenly, he is shot in the back with... a staff weapon?! He tumbles from the top of his ship and falls into a sizeable puddle on the floor, the rain still poring down, the puddle starting to turn red with his blood. It was all beautifully done, all slow motion-y and dramatic. (Though this whole dream seems like a work by some overenthusiastic fan fic writer.)

Then, he was dragged away by the bad guys, and I think ends up in a cell with Slightly!Older!Sheppard. S!O!Sheppard looks like some sort of monster, but I'm not going to venture to guess why. S!O!Sheppard growls and drools a lot, but doesn't seem too violent, at least not to Nearly!Dead!Younger!Sheppard. Anyway, after N!D!Y!Sheppard is taken, Beckett talks with Caldwell (WTH?!) about trying again. Meaning, he wants to go back in time again to get Younger!Than!Younger!Sheppard!Sheppard so he can help himselves. *snicker* Caldwell is skeptical because, apparently, Beckett has already done this quite a few times, and in some of those efforts, Younger!Sheppard has died, died more than once. Beckett never seemed to give up on trying to make things right, though. The dream didn't finish, so I don't know what happened to Beckett and all the Sheppards. *pout*

I had the most awesome dream last night...

I met the cast of Stargate Atlantis! I was at some sort of Con that my class went to, a class that apparently focused study on Atlantis. (That so needs to be a real class!) We all we sitting at a large conference table with the cast, minus Rachel and Torri. Some of my classmates were talking to them, some where waiting to use a video camera to film them. When I had the camera, I was filming Hewlett. I mean, he was only a foot away from the camera a talking to me! *flails* While he was talking, being his normal cute self, some commotion behind me made me whip the camera around to see what was going on. Joe was on the floor! I think he was wrestling with someone, maybe Rainbow, perhaps Paul. Of course, I had to film some of that before going back to Hewlett.

Later, I was sitting on a brick wall outside of a house, facing the street. I'm sitting next to and talking to Hewlett! As we're talking, Nykl comes up to speak to Hewlett. All I can say is "Hi!" and grin at him like an idiot. He smiles at him, and I turn to mush. I even got a picture! Of him, not me as mush.

Even later, one of my classmates is talking to me about getting together with Joe later. I flailed. He asked if I wanted to come with him. I flailed and bounced around. Alas, I never made it to Joe because I woke up.

Nonetheless...

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Wanna know why I hate horror movies? Because they mess with my head days after I see one. How does that usually start? With my dreams. This time was no exception...

I dreamt about Major Sheppard last night. But it was a dream I never want to have again. I was some sort of scientist, I guess, working on research that could help fight the Wraith. Sheppard and I were in a large room, maybe a lab, but it had beds like the Infirmary has, whatever that means. I'm not sure, but I think there were outside observers watching what we were doing in the room. Anyway, Sheppard and I were talking about whatever it was we were talking about when suddenly, something passed right through him, catching him off guard. He was more spooked than hurt. The thing that passed through him looked like a wispy wad of cotton, which is kind of funny now that I think about it, but it was really creepy at the time especially considering it had a face and was flying around the room passing through things. And then more wisps came. I keep imagining them as Wraith "shadows." For a while, all they did was hover around not harming anything, but at some point, one of them became corporeal. I don't know if it was a Wraith, but I do remember a claw-y hand. A claw-y hand wrapped around Sheppard's throat, squeezing the life out of him. At that point, I was no longer in my body, just an observer, so I could do nothing but watch as the claws sank into Shep's neck, blood dripping everywhere. *pauses to wibble because this is upsetting* Right then, I didn't remember much more of what happened to him beyond the blood. Apparently, I was attacked, too, because I then find myself back in my body recovering from wounds. I can't find Sheppard anywhere. I have a horrible feeling he's dead, probably bled to death. All I can do is cry and choke on the taste of my own blood in my mouth.

I had already had a really hard time actually falling asleep, but then dreams and thoughts like this kept waking me up every few hours. It's beyond disturbing, now having both the events of Elevated going through my head all day as well as the image of John Sheppard practically having is throat ripped out.

Needless to say, I'm having a problem with the idea of blood right now. And ill-timed nosebleeds are not helping me calm down.

It's so bad, I'm actually happy to go to classes, even on the day before Spring Break starts, because I crave the distraction from what's going on it my head.

Last night, I had a bizarre dream about baby ravens being bathed in corn. Yep. Ravens. Corn.

All I can say about that is...

I'm not completely sure, but I think I was attacked by, uh... research papers. Not actually pieces of paper flinging themselves upon me or anything, but the personification of a research paper -- something domineering and even oppressive. All of my classmates and I were their slaves. They could command us to do something and punish us if it were not done.

Unfortunately, at one point, my classmates one by one couldn't cut it and were turned into chocolate bars -- don't ask me why. Eventually, only I was left.

After some time, the Papers came after me (whether I did something wrong or not), but I, though injured, somehow escaped their vengeance and found a place to hind. I was near a window and could see outside. When I looked the first time, I saw one or two empty candy wrappers -- presumably the remains of my classmates. Every other time I looked out, more and more empty wrappers were there, blowing in the wind.

Eventually, I came out of hinding and went outside to see if anyone was left besides me, but then... the alarm clock when off and woke me up.

I'm sure the lack of sleep doesn't help my perceptions right now at all, but that's what I remember.

Now... What the HECK was that all about?! I think I know, actually, but still... What the--?!