The lyf so short

I had another Ring*Con dream last night.

This time there were no strange people with guns trying to take us hostage, though.
This time there were - no guest stars! *gasp*

Or rather, no LotR guest stars. The PotC people were there, and half of the Con attendees were close to rebellion because OMG it's Ring*Con and there's absolutely nothing PotC has to do with Tolkien and it's not even fantasy and... *gasp the second*

Just before they formed a lynch mob or anything of the sort, I took the main stage and did a lecture on things PotC actually kind of has to do with Tolkien, which was apparently so good that afterwards people decided against lynching and for partying.

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What do we learn from this?

My subconscious apparently thinks I'm a great lecturer (hah, hah).
My subconscious also apparently ignores the fact that we already had some PotC guys at last year's Con (not exclusively, naturally), and everybody (except for a few whiny people, but you can't always please everyone) got along just fine.

I actually did mean to write an essay on that topic when the panic started last year ("Undead Warriors, Cursed Treasure and the Quest for Immortality, or, Why PotC and Tolkien aren't entirely incompatible after all"). I didn't because there was not enough time before last year's Con and by now everybody has grown used to PotC guests and bitches about Harry Potter guests instead. But perhaps my subconscious wants me to write that essay after all?

You never know.

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( Meine Träume sind seltsam. )
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I actually spoke Japanese in my dream this night. Spoke, not thought; and while there were Japanese people speaking Japanese as well, I have no idea whether they spoke actual correct Japanese. If so, I am very grumpy because the voices do not speak Japanese in my head when I am awake. Not helpful. But I spoke Japanese anyway.

At any rate, I dreamt of the host family this night (although the house that was theirs in the dream wasn't their RL house, it was at least twice as big). It was New Year's (OMG no wai!), and there were well-wishers dropping by all the time. Then there were visitors (dressed like the actors from some jidai-geki), and they wanted to get into one particular room, the "middle room" upstairs (which doesn't exist in the real house). Except that the key was missing, so they searched for it like mad.

I did not know that they wanted to get into that room, or what the search was about. I had, however, found a key...

Eventually I ran into my host-mother, and she saw that I had the key and told me everybody was looking for it, and I explained that I'd just found it myself. And that was the extent of my Japanese.

I don't remember whether there was anything after that; I think not, I must have woken up.

But I'm still kind of excited that I, you know, spoke Japanese. While dreaming. That's a step in the right direction, isn't it?

And, of course, I'm slightly nervous. Doors and keys are so obviously relevant dream symbols that I must assume the dream is trying to tell me something. Even if I fail at realising what.

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In other news, I somehow find this a wonderful New Year's comic:

( Cut for the sake of your flists, and for people who read Sinfest anyway )

This night, there was some sinister attack on some house I was staying in with a bunch of kids, including my cousins, and a bunch of parents (presumably belonging to the kids). It consisted of killer bats and crows, but was sent by some much darker power.

The really weird thing is, I had that dream before - which I only remembered now after the "re-run". I had a rather different role this time, though. Last time, I was mostly just a victim, or shall we say observer, since nothing actually happened to me. This time, I had to take charge.

( Cut for length and weird imagery. Anyone up for analysis? )

*blinks*