Escaping my pursuers & Cascading Style Sheets

My email has been down all night, but I didn't really mind. I've been playing with Style Sheets and Rollover scripts in GoLive instead. (I admit it, I'm an HTML wuss, I've always worked with Pagemill and GoLive, though I can go in and fix my own code when it's screwed up). The CSS thing makes a lot more sense now, but I think I screwed up my pretty little Java rollover by redoing some images. I've always worked strictly in HTML, and I feel like a bit of an amateur now that I've seen all the tricks I can do with CSS. I've given up for the night, too much code gives me a headache after awhile.

Todayís dream starts off with my hanging out in a New Age/Witchy shop, sort of like the cool one in ìThe Craftî, another recurring theme. Iím wandering around admiring at all the pretty things, lots of silver jewelry and crystals. Itís sort of a New Orleans or antique warehouse style store, with the front completely open. I know the people that work there. One of them is a large black man who comes up to tell me that the people have arrived to talk to me about the Batgirl game idea. Cool, I walk up a concrete ramp (like in a parking garage) to go up and see them...

Upstairs there is a table and some chairs set up and there are several rather devious looking, almost mafioso types that are there to speak with me. I start explaining my idea for a new game, Batgirl vs. Catwoman. About halfway through they interrupt me, though and someone says ìHey, she canít be a part of this, sheís a Mooreî, and my mom is suddenly there explaining that sheís the Moore, Iím adopted and she pulls out some sort of brochure that has a picture of me as a child, which is apparently what they are complaining about. I ask why they wonít tell me who they represent, and they say Iíll never find that out, to forget about it, theyíll never tell.

Iím trying to remember the rest of the dream that follows... Suddenly Iím on the run being chased because of something I know (recurring theme). Iím one step ahead of them, sometimes hiding out on the same elevator as them, but they donít see me. I end up in a restaurant, pretending to work there, though I canít figure out the difference between a microwave and a toaster oven and the workers start to become suspicious that I donít belong there. There are two other girls with me who realize we need to get the hell out of there right away, so we run and jump onto a moving train only to see our pursuers running behind us, but unable to catch the train.

Then Iím on the train with my husband, who for some reason looks like a young Dick Van Dyke. We are working as some sort of strange, highly skilled pickpockets, justifying taking other peopleís money out of desperation for our cause. We are fleeing by car, motorcycle, on foot, and eventually out running through a strange landscape with lots of sudden dropoffs into huge gorges, that I jump over fearlessly and easily, though my husband is afraid (Iím very afraid of heights and falling, so this is very empowering!). I think I wake up when I realize that weíve finally managed to escape because there is no way the people chasing us could ever manage to cross the gorges, so we are safe for now and can stop running.

Normally I really hate having the ìbeing chasedî dreams, I always wake up panicked and exhausted from them, but this one wasnít bad. It somehow made me feel smart and clever, and incredibly athletic. All in all a pretty good dream as dreams go.

Now I'm off to bed for the 10am vet appointment, I should manage to get at least 5 hours of sleep.

Posted by Morticia at November 21, 2002 04:32 AM | TrackBack