In Which the Main Two Things Going on In My Life Collide at High Speeds

[unforth]

Last night I woke up at 3:30 AM and realized that I'd been having a really awesome dream. I couldn't remember how it started, but I made sure I concentrated on it until I lodged a few of the details in my brain.

So Detective Curtis and Detective Briscoe were investigating a homicide. They knew who the culprits were - two stunningly beautiful, rich blond college roommates who were twins. They'd tortured a geek to death and left him in a dorm room with a sign around his neck that said "Notice Me!" But the Detectives had a problem. Before they could catch these two girls, they had to write a detailed proposal in which they explained to...uh...someone the process by which they intended to research the girls, analyzed their histories, describe similar criminal behaviors and tendencies and MOs, and proposed approaches that they could take in order to catch them. The problem was, they were having serious problems getting all of varied, specific information that the proposal required, and so they had to keep investigating. However, things took a turn for the worse when they got a call - another body had been found in the same dormitory room, this one the corpse of a former Russian KGB operative who had been shot in the head...

...and then I woke up.

Clearly, this is what comes from having Law and Order running constantly in the background while I work on my grants. And I'll never know how Bricoe and Curtis catch the bitches, either, or what incredibly clever loophole they will find in the grant proposal narrative that will make McCoy's life a living hell. Damn it all.

I wish grant writing was ACTUALLY that cool. Okay, wait, on second thought, maybe I'm glad that it doesn't normally involve double homicides.

Comments

[ultimabaka.livejournal.com]

The more you watch that show while you work, the crazier the dreams will get...and the more they'll make sense. I remember I once went on a binge of watching Top Gear one weekend...that night I dreamed I had a suped-up A8 and I was some sorta superhero as usual :P. I ignored completely the fact that I can't drive stick, and paddle shifters are about as alien to me as etf's might be to you :P. So keep up the watching :P *huggle*

[unforth.livejournal.com]

I've noticed before that my dreams get more memorable and make more sense when I get more stressed - it's a weird one.

And I wish I knew how to do half the things awake that I seem to be able to do asleep. ;)

[ultimabaka.livejournal.com]

Woman you replied at 7:30 in the morning??? Go back to bed! *huggle*

[unforth.livejournal.com]

I couldn't. Stress sucks that way. At least I'll get a lot done today.

[d-c-m.livejournal.com]

That is an AWESOME dream!! May I share it with my grant writing Hubby? He will laugh!

[unforth.livejournal.com]

Of course, feel free. :)

[sapphohestia.livejournal.com]

The grants are infecting your brain! *g*

[unforth.livejournal.com]

Along with Jerry Orbach. ;) Oh no, there are dead people in my brain!

[sapphohestia.livejournal.com]

Oh no! Zombies!

[unforth.livejournal.com]

Zombie detectives! They only eat the brains of the guilty! OH NOES, that means I'M guilty! He was eating my brain by means of innocuous dream! I'm doomed!

[sapphohestia.livejournal.com]

That means you're a zombie too! Oh noes!

[unforth.livejournal.com]

Maybe that's why I feel braaaaaaaaaaain dead.

Braaaaaaaaaaains.

You have a tasty braaaain.

[unforth.livejournal.com]

Wait, I guess I do have a brain, it's the pink thing leaking out of my ears right now. Fucking partnership agreements having to be fucking different.