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Dreaming - We All Do It

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numb3rs + shark week + ER + musicals = [Jul. 30th, 2009|10:08 am]
Dreaming - We All Do It

seemslikeowls

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1. I'm on some sort of space mission with the Eppes brothers. Don and I are doing a space walk while fixing something on the outside of the ship, when we get called back to Earth. So down we go (just like that, apparently), and find ourselves floating on a clear river through a cave. The river is teeming with sharks, some of which occasionally pop their heads out of the water, or leap completely out and splash down again. I can feel them occasionally brush against my legs, and I notice that one of them is tracking me. I want to go faster, but I don't want to panic.

2. I'm an ER nurse, caring for a surrogate mother and the baby she's just birthed. The parents are in the waiting room, and everything's going fine, and all of a sudden the doctor in charge starts working on the baby, who's not breathing. The surrogate is covered in blood and is having a seizure, but the doctor says she's okay. He then says to wait ten minutes, then tell the parents that the baby died. So I do, and try to find the doctor to talk to them, but I can't. I don't know his name, so I can't page him. One of the other doctors, who looks like Kiefer Sutherland, is in his office, so I'm sitting on a high shelf, waiting to talk to him, when a big, angry-looking man charges up to me. He stares at me for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin and points to a pile of trash in the corner. I shrug and say that I'm not cleaning it up. The man is confused.

3. I'm in a musical that seems to be a cross between Quilters, Yankee Doodle Dandy, and A Chorus Line. There's a huge group of people carrying a quilt (that's supposed to be a body) over their heads while standing in a double line and singing "Give My Regards to Broadway." I try to get into the line, but I can't remember the words or the dance steps. No one else seems to remember them, either. Eventually, Marilyn Monroe steps out of the line, says it's a stupid show, and stalks off. I privately agree.
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