Alicia 'Xellandria' Kilpatrick (xella) wrote, @ 2004-07-17 04:17:00

Current mood:	frustrated
Current music:	Tokuyama Hidenori - Still Time [Piano Version] (Saiyuki)

TLC Shows and Mouthing
Last night wasn't exactly a big flowing dream, as I kept waking up for whatever reason, but...

It took me quite a few minutes to remember the first dream I had, which I had woken up and said "I need to remember that for later" because I didn't want to wake up, but I know what it was now =D

I was walking around Linens & Things with Rachel for no apparent reason, and apparently we looked enough like a close friendship/couple to some dudes who were hanging around all anxiously (and suspicious-like) toward the front of the store near the registers that they approached us as we were walking out and asked us if we were free the next day to help them film (insert the name of the show here) because one of the two-person teams they were working on were in the hospital with a severe disease. We weren't busy and had nothing better to do (plus I, at least, was a huge fan of the show in the sense that I would watch it and not walk away from the TV if I was bored ^^;).

I don't know what the show was, but I know the parameters and, thinking back on it, think it was a strange cross between Trading Spaces and While You Were Out, with a dash of Clean Sweep (in that on TV, they tended to speed up the "boring parts" with strange, annoying, but highly addictive music). Two teams of two each were given a room to make look better. It wasn't anyone's homes, though. Anyway, the team that did the better job won the special items of furniture they were trying to make fit into the room's "theme" (which I think they were also assigned...? I can't remember) and then some.

WE were trying to win this really nice cherry hardwood table (can cherry be hardwood? Well whatever, it was the cherry wood-colour and it was hardwood), a matching bookshelf/dresser that was REALLY nice, a car of some sort (that I really wanted, if later in the dream is to be believed, but I don't think it was an Escape so I probably just wanted to sell it at this point), a PC computer system involving the word "Athelon" (which I wanted so I could play Ragnarok Online, check my webpages to make sure they worked, and other such dumb things =D;;), a 40GB iPod, a REALLY souped up iBook, and maybe a desk. I don't know for sure. I know I told Rachel, offhandedly, that if we won, she could have the table for her new house in Nebraska (her moving there was, apparently, not a bad/sad thing in this dream =D;; Or maybe I just left off the Nebraska part. Seems likely).

Anyway, the next day we started in on what we had to do (I don't know if we had two days or just one. I think we had two, but it sort of blurred together into one) and I know it was very unlike the TV show in that we were doing this in Linens & Things and there was hella camera crew (gee, I wonder?) and such.

I don't remember a lot of the details, but I do remember grabbing a weird metallic leopard-print shirt from someone's closet (my mom's? Only it wasn't a closet, it was on racks in the back where the camera crew was shooting XD;;) and using it to decide colours. I was anxious about painting the table, but we eventually decided to do it—first in lime green, then in an orange-red (which I really like the shade of, btw, and should think of a use for in something =D Maybe Alex's shirt is a slightly orangey red while Xella's is more of a true red red?) The only detail I remember in actually decorating the room would be buying two little fake plants (because I felt it needed fake plants, you see) and hoping it wouldn't make us go over our $1,000 budget (which would disqualify us from winning).

It ended, but hadn't been judged yet, so we were free for an indefinite period of time lasting at least a day and a half. Rachel and I decided to go to Fresh Choice (as you do when you're at Linens & Things and therefore about a mile or so away? O__o; But no, apparently we were more like in Sears' location, but it was Linens & Things inside. Okay, whatever o_O;). My credit card wasn't working, however, and the production dude was like "oh, we froze it for the length of the shooting so you couldn't cheat and buy stuff for the room with your own money. Here, just use the one you were using to decorate with." and I, being the gullible sap that I am, didn't ask questions or complain about my card being frozen even though the decorating was over with. I just went along with it.

(Fresh Choice tasted okay, by the way, but nothing like my brain tells me the IKEA won tons would have tasted like XD;;)

Some time period later—longer than two days, but not a week, I don't think—we were all called back together to evaluate ourselves and hear the totals and winners. We looked at our rooms (ours and the opponent's), scored ourselves on how we think we did, scored them on how we think they did, and things we (or they) might have done differently depending on a couple factors (budget, time, different "need to work this in" pieces of furniture, etc.)

I don't know what the other people scored on budget, but it really didn't look like they were going to win at all, and they knew it. We got hella high scores from them and the other judges (apparently we were judges too, judging ourselves and the other team, and there were a few others but we WERE part of the process without knowing it), and they totalled up our expenses...

$1,000.38.

After being floored for a minute or so, I asked the guy whether the dinner I had to buy was included in that, and he said yes. I asked him why he had tricked me, and generally got very pissed off and upset with him. I had no CHOICE, I wasn't going to let us STARVE, we didn't have any other OPTIONS because he had frozen my own credit card and he never SAID that it was going to count against us.

I think I could have eventually pissed enough to get him to change it, but I had to go visit relatives for a family reunion in New York (apparently) so the dream changed before I got the chance and I was still raging about losing the car/other stuff (it mostly centered around the car, although really, I think I would have liked and used the other stuff better =D;;)

This begins the BAD portion of my dream (it was really rather nice up 'til we got called back. That time period where we were waiting anxiously to hear the results was when I woke up, if you're wondering, and said "I have to remember this for later")

I was still moaning and bitching about losing my car (the other stuff had apparently disappeared from my train of thought oO) because of a cheap and dirty trick and everyone else was ignoring me, so naturally I kept on. "My car... my car..." I swear, one trick pony much?

We picked up my aunt in Westhampton Beach (why Matt and Katie and Uncle Dave weren't with her, I'll never know, but we just got Aunt Karen) and started driving back to—I think we were going to Medford next, but why we were going through through Centerreach is beyond me. Anyway, I'm still bitching, and the landscape is rolling in desolation, and dad asks if it's Yappank (sp) and mom's like "No, I think this is Centerreach" and Dad's like "Oo that's odd... oh well".

We pass Five Corners and stop in front of the bagel place. I'm running my tongue along my teeth when they start moving.

Something you may or may not have gleaned from reading this thing in the past is that one of my most deeply-rooted physically-based fears is of losing my teeth. It's even worse when it's one of the front ones, because those people NOTICE, you know?

So naturally, the ones that are moving like they're going to come out are the two in the VERY front on the top. And I sort of go into shock and curl into a ball and every second tooth in my mouth comes off its back hinges and leans forward because they're all going to fall out now, kthxbye.

I HATE waking up after something like that, and my subconcious knows it, and so wakes me up IN THE DREAM to have my mom tut-tutting over me and saying "You really need to see the dentist, you know?"

And THEN I actually wake up. I don't want to go to the dentist, I'm scared to. I'm afraid they'll say "you need to get your wisdom teeth pulled" or "you've got 2308530284 cavities and we need to pull all those teeth now >D" or something like that. I haven't gone in five or so years. The last time I went, I had no cavities or anything, but it's been so long since and I do such a bad job of taking care of my mouth that I'm nearly positive that I'll have something horrendous now.

But now teeth are going to follow me around for the better portion of today and... I hate it.