karanguni | Oh good lord save me from my drug-induced dreams

IT'S ANOTHER ONE. I cannot believe that I now have a tag for strange politifigure dreams. I swear that

rahmbamarama comes to me in my sleep and haunts me, because this time, guys, it was even weirder than the original.

So I'm in a car with someone I know - might be family, I have no idea - and we're driving happily down some anonymous highway. We see a car that's broken down, so we stop to help out since it's dark out and no one likes to be stuck on the road alone like that. Turns out we're not the only ones who've stopped - Anderson Cooper is there??? Typing on his Blackberry and making all sorts of lame jokes. We start talking to each other because, for no logical reason at all, he gets that I get that he's gay (??!!). Very soon he is giggling, and we exchange telephone numbers what.

This starts a string of fun "eeee outings with Anderpony", during which time he is as ridiculously chirpy as he seems to appear when not talking politics with Wolf Blitzer, and we sit around a lot and Anderson's Blackberry is missing a lot of the time. I do not know why, since I'd have thought that even my subconscious knows how important that piece of technology really is.

Then there's a break; nil communication and all, which leaves me worried. Something tells me he's found my LJ (?!??!?!!!!), and so I try to contact him to, I don't know, say something, but alas! Dreamworld has more important drama planned than this!

Through a combination of what must have been the meds I am taking for the flu and the sheer fandom influence of

rahmbamarama, before any Social Repair Work can be done, Anderpony, a few friends of mine, some random refugee-types and I land up captured and stranded in a desert. As we sleep in a conclave, one refugee-type little girl adorably asks for a storybook reading.

'But we can't,' I tell her, trying to shield our oil lamp.

'Why?' she asks me.

'They can see the light,' I say, pointing a few miles out to a cliff. On the top of said cliff is an enclave, and we can see shadows moving beyond a large fire.

Turns out that those people are cannibals or something I DON'T KNOW we just know that, if they see us, they will HUNT US DOWN AND KILL US, but no, refugee girl WANTS HER BOOK READ so I let her keep the lamp light on, and then when she - and the rest of the camp - is asleep, I look up and the cannibals are coming.

That is one phrase I never thought I'd write in my LJ, but there you go --

THE CANNIBALS CAME, so I shook Anderson awake DESPERATELY, and true to Anderpony logic, we yank the refugees and friends of ours away from the little sandy enclave and then run for our lives. In separate directions.

I end up naked (??!?!!), sneaking through a tribal village that locks its doors against any outsiders. I creep around with ninja skills until I bump into my friends again. I think some are dead. Anderpony is alive. There is some sort of reconciliation.

Then I wake up.

What the hell? is the phrase I have repeated to myself the most this last half an hour of waking. What the hell?

I'm not even sure I can turn this particular mad dream into fic this time.

Oh God/

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Oh good lord save me from my drug-induced dreams

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