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26 November 2006 @ 12:07 pm
I was Emperor!  
I nabbed this one from sgflutegirl because it's too funny.



I'm Joshua Abraham Norton, the first and only Emperor of the United States of America!
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

You are Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America!

Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.

Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city.

Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.

Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor".

The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.

The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.


In other news, I had weird dreams again last night. In my first dream, I was Superman. And Lois Lane at some point. There was this big ball and Superman couldn't come and I was Lois Lane and all sad. They had superhero proofed the room or something. Even Batman couldn't come in. And then I was Superman because I was flying and writing Lois' name in the sky. It was weird.

Then I had an SG-1 dream. Okay, I have nooo idea really what happened. It was supposed to take place in S10. I wasn't any of the characters this time and just a godlike observer. It started off someplace in some house. Daniel was there recuperating from something and hanging out doing a historical project with some other people. Jack came to visit. They hung out. Exciting huh? But Jack had come to check in on Daniel to make sure he was okay. Then there was a flashback.

It was the SGC and Jack was visiting base. He was with Daniel in Daniel's office, but there was a Goa'uld there and his name was either Querus or Quercus. (I didn't even know what that was until I looked it up online this morning.) This Goa'uld was playing mind games and such, so neither really knew if what they were experiencing was real.

And Harry was there. (WTF??)

Well, Daniel and Jack were grilling Quercus and he got mad and flung them back. Harry landed on something that impaled him. Daniel and Jack were trying to save him because he was still alive, while making sure Quercus didn't try something else. Quercus offered to heal Harry. I guess he was bipolar or something. Finally, Jack and Daniel relented and Quercus healed Harry.

End of flashback. We go back to Jack and Daniel at that house and Daniel's putting on sneakers. They are both wearing sweats. Jack claps him on the back all supportive and such and they go for a run. I wake up.

Kay, so I don't get it. Where was everyone else? What the heck was going on? Only my stubborn brain seems to know. But that's fine. I had warm fuzzies when I woke up, at least.
 
 
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maychorian: Awesomemaychorian on November 27th, 2006 04:26 am (UTC)
That is one awesome sauce dream. I haven't had any fandom dreams for a while, probably because I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. But I use to have Star Wars dreams occasionally--those were cool. Once I was sitting up on top of one of those Mayan-type temples on Yavin, like at the end of ANH, watching X-Wings fly by and Jedi fight and stuff and this huge evil presence was coming and I was supposed to fight or something. Only I was also writing all of this down at the same time--I had a notebook and a pen. There on top of the temple. I'm a writer even in my dreams, I guess.

I've had a couple of SG dreams, too. One totally freaked me out, because I was walking around this camp my family goes to in the summer, but all the people were gone. The Goa'uld had taken over the world, and lake was full of symbiotes, and they were all golden and snakey. And dropping from the trees. It was major creepy, and I was very tense, but I kept thinking, "All I have to do is make sure they don't get me, and I'll be able to kill them all." I must have been carrying a stick or something, I don't know. But then a symbiote dropped out of a tree right onto the back of my neck and I woke up sweating and shaking, and it was just my pet mouse, Hermione, who had been sleeping on my pillow and decided run across the back of my neck iwhile I was dreaming. I almost hurt her before I realized. (I keep my mice in their cages at night now.)

But I have to admit I had a wtf moment when reading your post, because you said Harry, and I was all like "Harry Potter??!!!"

Because that would be AWESOME.

Anyway, have more dreams.
Working for the Mandroid: Wondermoonshayde on November 29th, 2006 03:18 pm (UTC)
Okay, Goa'uld falling from the sky would totally freak me out. That is crazy. And you got it in real time too with your mousie. Eeeeek...

I also realized after when I said Harry that many people might make a different association LOL Luckily, I don't tend to have many crossover dreams and not with Harry Potter. Heh heh.

Dreams are fun :)
maychorian: Awesomemaychorian on December 2nd, 2006 01:26 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. I just had the most amazing dream. I had written another Christmas program for my church, and I was watching it being performed. It was the story of the nativity all mixed up with Cinderella. And elements of Hamlet. And Athena, goddess of wisdom, was in it too. The stage was all mood-lit, with lots of smoke blowing around. It was awesome. I think we'll do that next year.

Unfortunately, I woke up just before Mary and Joseph got to the castle. Still a lot of the story to go, there.

My friend Jill was there, too, watching it with me. I had gone to her house earlier. She and her mom were helping with the costumes. She had a ferret that you had bought as a wedding gift for her fiance, Aaron. He was a very big, fat ferret. He was nervous about sleeping on the stairs, afraid he'd get stepped on, so Jill got him a step stool, and he slept on it next to her while she played on the computer.

And Harry Maybourne from SG-1 was the Hamlet-type king/father of Cinderella. He held a skull, drank some wine, and would not help Cinderella when she called for help. He just half-heartedly lifted his hand in his lap in a little wave and grimaced at her. And he was totally wearing the crown from the episode where this village makes him their king.

And my sister Charity was saying a poem as she danced across the stage holding hands with a whole bunch of village kids. "Oh, Mother, it looks gorgeous. It's almost Christmas Eve. The castle's looking wonderful, and now it's time to . . . leave." I think she forgot what the last word was supposed to be, but that was a pretty good improv for a nine-year-old.

I usually don't remember this many details of my dreams.

Oh, and I also performed some magic for Jill. I had a mirror that I made get all smoky and then clear by waving my hands over it. Then I killed a chicken and brought it back to life by dropping feathers on it. And then I tried to hide the hole in the table that had almost gotten uncovered when the tablecloth slipped, and I blushed at her. I was dressed like that dippy fortune teller in Harry Potter Three.

When I think about, I can see where most of the elements came from, things I read or wrote or thought about over the past few days. Except for Athena, goddess of wisdom. And the mood smoke. Don't know where they came from. I did write a Christmas program, and yesterday I read a movie review of The Nativity Story. At work I've been making lists of funny T-shirt slogans for new product development, and one was "WWHD? What would Hamlet do?" and I spent some time pondering that. And yesterday I read a fanfic that was a cross of SGA and Cinderella, where John was Cinderella and Rodney was his fairy godfather. I must have thought about The Prestige lately, with the magic and the bird-killing. Jill's mom does sew, and they're going to make her wedding and bridesmaid dresses themselves. And Jill likes theater and has done it herself, so it makes sense that she might help me with costumes. And Aaron wants a ferret as soon as they get married. Not really sure where I got the idea that ferrets only sleep on stairs. It was cute, though, a big furry slinky.

What a great dream.
crayonbreakygal: Daniel gun graphicalrumcrayonbreakygal on November 27th, 2006 06:53 am (UTC)
I've had a total of ONE SG-1 dream. Daniel/MS was a porn star. That's all I remember. Geez, my brain sometimes.
Working for the Mandroid: Fanboy Autographsmoonshayde on November 29th, 2006 03:16 pm (UTC)
*blinks*

I'm trying to figure out how that one works. But it, er, is giving me maughty thoughts.
Christine (aka) Pineapple >^..^<chris4short on November 27th, 2006 04:00 pm (UTC)
Hmm we must want to be the Emperor of the same contanent, and my dear, we can't have this, can we? How about we duel? LOL! Nice quiz, disturbing eh?

And on with the dream... err... wow. The last SG dream I had was a SG/Atlantis crossover. I was just chatting (imagine that) with them and such only to suddenly be married to one - I want to say Sheppard, which honestly would not be as aweful as everyone imagines... mmmmm... oh right, dream. So ya McKay was all huffy, Atlantis was stunned and the SGC was all smug cause appentently they knew about it.

Needless to say, is a plot I am working out in a fic. Well minus ME marrying anyone... I leave that to the characters.
Working for the Mandroid: Sam/Dan Artmoonshayde on November 29th, 2006 03:14 pm (UTC)
We're going to have to duke it out I see...

You got married? Why don't I ever get to get married in my dreams? *pouts*
Christine (aka) Pineapple >^..^<chris4short on November 29th, 2006 03:28 pm (UTC)
I subsitute your reality for my own.. oh wait, wrong quote... I put myself in my characters shoes... sometimes I do the birds eye view, but like my writing, I like to be in the thick of it.. hence 'I'... and in my dreams is the only place I get married. It's also the only place a guy would ask me out in... go figure. *shrug*