What to post to LiveJournal about when you don't know what to post about

I dreamed I took a movie over to my parents' apartment for Movie Night. I wasn't going to know any of the other people there, all young friends of my mother's from the Diplomatic Corps. I got to the apartment after everybody else and had to sit in an oddly-angled and uncomfortable chair off to the side. All of the diplomatic people were extremely, ridiculously, TV-stereotype gay, with big swept-up moussed hairstyles from the early '80s. They took an instant dislike to me.

It took me an hour to figure out where to put the disc in Mom's complicated home-theater setup, which was all clear molded plastic and cellophane. The movie was about a future female president of the USA, who had to act as peacemaker between two warring planets and save the people on a third planet (the bone of contention), while dealing with her own growing love for a homeless bag lady. Dave Thomas of SCTV was in it. It was really awful, actually.

After about 30 minutes of random, nonsensical movie, I shook myself from a doze to notice that the Flock of Seagulls people were all gone. "They didn't like the movie," Mom said. "You want to watch the rest? We could if you really want to..." (in MomSpeak, that means we won't) I spent another hour trying to figure out how to get the disc out of the Plexiglass monster.

I finally got the movie ejected. Then my Dad came in. "Did you start the movie yet?" he asked. "I don't want to miss it..."

And then I woke up. It had all been a dream.

What to post to LiveJournal about when you don't know what to post about

I dreamed I took a movie over to my parents' apartment for Movie Night. I wasn't going to know any of the other people there, all young friends of my mother's from the Diplomatic Corps. I got to the apartment after everybody else and had to sit in an oddly-angled and uncomfortable chair off to the side. All of the diplomatic people were extremely, ridiculously, TV-stereotype gay, with big swept-up moussed hairstyles from the early '80s. They took an instant dislike to me.

It took me an hour to figure out where to put the disc in Mom's complicated home-theater setup, which was all clear molded plastic and cellophane. The movie was about a future female president of the USA, who had to act as peacemaker between two warring planets and save the people on a third planet (the bone of contention), while dealing with her own growing love for a homeless bag lady. Dave Thomas of SCTV was in it. It was really awful, actually.

After about 30 minutes of random, nonsensical movie, I shook myself from a doze to notice that the Flock of Seagulls people were all gone. "They didn't like the movie," Mom said. "You want to watch the rest? We could if you really want to..." (in MomSpeak, that means we won't) I spent another hour trying to figure out how to get the disc out of the Plexiglass monster.

I finally got the movie ejected. Then my Dad came in. "Did you start the movie yet?" he asked. "I don't want to miss it..."

And then I woke up. It had all been a dream.