Avatar has taken over my dreams, too.
Nov. 14th, 2008 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hymniaOddly enough, considering how much I obsess over my favorite stories, I rarely dream about them. But last night I had an Avatar dream. Or at least, it started as an Avatar dream, quickly morphed into a fandom dream--with a sprinkling of work-related stuff thrown in--then ended up as a dream that somewhat fit the pattern of those forgetting to study/oversleeping/showing up naked for the day of the big test dreams. Which is a bit funny, considering that Avatar has an episode that pokes fun at those types of dreams.
So. I dreamed that I was walking around one of those Zeppelin-style war balloons, and pretty much all the main characters in the show were on it. They looked more real than they do onscreen—sort of half real, half animated, almost like CGI.
I wandered around the ship until I found![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orcapotter and several of her friends, including a guy who looked a lot like Jet. We started talking about Avatar and the subject of shipping came up. It became apparent that our views on the matter were at odds, and that she and all her friends were pretty hard-core Zutara supporters.* Anyway, she and the guy who looked like Jet started insisting that there was actually an official comic by the creators of the show that came out recently which takes place post-series and has Zutara at the end—and that this comic was the *true* ending of Avatar.
*Side note: I have no idea what, if any, Avatar ship preferencesorcapotter actually has.
I replied that surely they were mistaken. If there were such a comic, it must be a fan-made one. Then one of my students—who does, in real life, frequent FF.net—came up behind us and interrupted the conversation. He said something like, "No, Miss Joie. They're right. You know I know all about fanfiction, and that comic wasn't fanfiction. It was real."
I continued to argue with them until someone from the choir I'm in at church came up and told me that I was going to be late for the concert, and I suddenly realized that I'd completely forgotten that it was the day of the concert. So I ran over to the concert hall and started to line up with the other choir members. But I realized that I was wearing the wrong shirt. For the concert we're supposed to wear black slacks and bright red blouses, but I was in some sort of paisley shirt. Then one of the other ladies in the choir told me, "It's okay, you still have a chance to get the right blouse, because there's actually a department store right here." Sure enough, across the hall, I could see a store with rows and rows of ladies' blouses. So I went searching for a red blouse, certain that I would not find one in time for the concert. And indeed, I woke up without having succeeded in my quest. OH NOES!
But that must have been some huge war ballon to contain so many rooms of Avatar characters and arguing fandomers, a huge concert hall, and a great big department store with no red blouses.
Joie
So. I dreamed that I was walking around one of those Zeppelin-style war balloons, and pretty much all the main characters in the show were on it. They looked more real than they do onscreen—sort of half real, half animated, almost like CGI.
I wandered around the ship until I found
orcapotter and several of her friends, including a guy who looked a lot like Jet. We started talking about Avatar and the subject of shipping came up. It became apparent that our views on the matter were at odds, and that she and all her friends were pretty hard-core Zutara supporters.* Anyway, she and the guy who looked like Jet started insisting that there was actually an official comic by the creators of the show that came out recently which takes place post-series and has Zutara at the end—and that this comic was the *true* ending of Avatar. *Side note: I have no idea what, if any, Avatar ship preferences
orcapotter actually has.I replied that surely they were mistaken. If there were such a comic, it must be a fan-made one. Then one of my students—who does, in real life, frequent FF.net—came up behind us and interrupted the conversation. He said something like, "No, Miss Joie. They're right. You know I know all about fanfiction, and that comic wasn't fanfiction. It was real."
I continued to argue with them until someone from the choir I'm in at church came up and told me that I was going to be late for the concert, and I suddenly realized that I'd completely forgotten that it was the day of the concert. So I ran over to the concert hall and started to line up with the other choir members. But I realized that I was wearing the wrong shirt. For the concert we're supposed to wear black slacks and bright red blouses, but I was in some sort of paisley shirt. Then one of the other ladies in the choir told me, "It's okay, you still have a chance to get the right blouse, because there's actually a department store right here." Sure enough, across the hall, I could see a store with rows and rows of ladies' blouses. So I went searching for a red blouse, certain that I would not find one in time for the concert. And indeed, I woke up without having succeeded in my quest. OH NOES!
But that must have been some huge war ballon to contain so many rooms of Avatar characters and arguing fandomers, a huge concert hall, and a great big department store with no red blouses.
Joie
