elanya

I don't remember all the details of the first part. I was Deanna Troi (Buh?) This kid came to find me because she thought the guy/councillor/whatever that was supposed to be taking care of her was a pedophile, so she ran away, or was faking sick or something. She told me where she'd found al this incriminating stuff. I grabbed some CD roms and stuff, and went to watch them in a room with a realy big tv. I think I sent thbhe id back to her parents but it isn't clear. Anyway, I started watching the little films, and they were prewtty odd, but there was nothing that *really* suggested that the guy was doing anything wrong, but there were bits that were suggestive tat maybe he was. He tracked me down at one point, and I remember talking to him about it, but I don't remember the specifics.

What i remember next was that I was still deanna, but UI was wandering around this hotel, trying to get back to my room, 1015. I couldn't remember what floor I was on, or anything, or what floor my room was on. In fact, I might not have been Deanna, but I looked like her. Anyway. I ran into Riker (Young, first season Riker. I guess I was early Deanna too, in that purple jumpsuit), and he was excited about the hotel we were in. The hotel, a Ramada, was really old (and really big, a skyscraper... what is with the skyscrapers? (The view looked like Nice from the top of the hill), and he wanted to do a project about a company that had offices on the first and second floor back in the 20th century.. I don't remember the name exactly, only it had Diamond in it. Anyway, I asked him what floor he was staying on, which was the third. Then, eventually, I found a receptionist and asked her if she could tell me where my room was. I was afraid she wouldn't believe me when I gave my name, since I didn't have any id, but she did, and eventually I found it, on the third floor.

Then my dream switched again. I was myself, staying in some big masion or house, with a bunch of people I knew. Thre were some kids staying there... maybe it was my Aunt's place. Anyway, there was also a lot of lego, and toys and crap. I remember playing with it, and building a big house. And maybe I was playing with some kid, but I don't remember. Anyway, at some point aghrivaine came by. It has been a while since I have dreamed about someone I've never met, and I'll say right up front that even when I *do* know what they look like, my bruain often has very different ideas! For example, I once dreamed about my frien J, who is a tall, althletic black guy, but in my dream, he was a thin, weasley homie in a beat up red mustang with a mullet and a creepy mustache. Anyway, Aghrivaine was probably average-guy height, a little over weight, with just-past-his shoulders scraggly dark brown hair and a matching bushy goatee (not the mental picture I would have consciouly formed, I don't think !). He was wearing a scuffed up black leather duster, too. He had come by to visit people, and soon, everyone was dressing up like pirates and stuff. And he made up this awesome song about a pirate hoard, which, alas, I cannot recall. Anyway, I was still playing with this lego stuff, but also kind of interacting with/ playing with the other group too. Stealing some of their lego, maybe? Anyway, Aghrivaine made a verse of his song about our mirate mansion we/I was building. I know in part of the dream, I'd been sleeping, but I came downstairs because of the singing, but I don't think it realy made linear sense. Anyway, at that point, I was dressed pretty pirate-y. It was all good. When he eventually has to leave, though, I gave him a big hug, stole his eyepatch (Which looked suspiciously like the play-eyepatch I actually own, which is that it was plastic and had a white skull and crossbones on it). Then told him that I hoped things started working out better in LA :/ Then he asked me if I had a back brace, because someone workin ong the Batman stuff had been looking for one, for some reason, I had to tell him that, alas no, I didn't. I think that if he'd brought them one, they would have let him help with that, or at least meet cool ppl like Christian Bale, so I felt bad for not having a deformed back, because that would have been really cool!

Anyway, he left, and Hazel was all excited because of the great fun we'd all been having. She said she had to find her hip-scarf so she culd wear it when they had their 'dress like a pirate' day at work (Delta, buh?) In the dream, she had bought a coin scarf when we were on vacation. I told her she could just borrow one of my long sash-scarves, though, because I didn't feel like helping her root through the pile of suitcases and crap in her closet. Then she got distacted by the tv, which was showing Star Trek!

"Oh oh oh!" She cried, and then ran to the closet and pulled on a long white kaftan, embroidered at the neck, so she could be dressed similarly to Tasha Yar! "She's *dancing*!"

And so she was... or at least, she was shaking herself in a bad shimmy impression ;) (I think in this part of the dream, I was possessed by the spirit of Shan o_O)

"No she's not!" I exclaimed cheerily, 'She's practising her Kung-fu! See?" And to demonstrate, I did a number of forward rols. Hazel was not impresed by my sillyness, as made obvious by the look of disdainful incredulity on her face.

I can't remember *exactly* what she said next... some combinations of "yeah right," and "I can do that." She did, too. So then I explained that the real trick was to be able to finish in a standing position, which I demonstrated that I couldn't do. But of cours, she'd been trying it at the same time, and managed it, and was triumphant. She agreed that it was hard, but now she knew that her kung-fu was stronger than mine! And that's about when I'd had enough, and woke up.