Strangeness.
(adapted from conversation on IM this morning)
I had, weird strange dreams this morning. Tarantino-esque dreams
Me in a blue velvet dress with a big flopsy blue velvet hat, complete with a curling floofy feather (think ostrichy) to match, playing Vampire. Kickass soundtrack in the background.
I was with someone --gender unknown--- at a table, chatting, in character. Familiar people walked by... people I used to LARP with. All of them were wearing these huge, mirrored sunglasses. We were LARPing in a game store and I was sitting by this big display case of books, which had cardboard boxes of miniatures or somethign on the top.
One of the people walked by in a very badly fitting three-piece grey pinstripe suit, with the hems of the pants bagging a bit around the ankles, and they caught my eye over the rim of the stupidly large mirrored sunglasses, grinned impishly, then suddenly shoved all the boxes so they fell over and one dropped into my lap. Meanwhile I could see little HP (health points) and MP (magic points) status bars for everyone with their character names, whenever I looked at them. When the box dropped into my lap, my TP bar went flying up to 193%
Our friend Tom was there too, but Dan was not. Tom was making fun of my hat. I was making fun of it too -- like I hadn't gotten to pick my own costume.
It was all very surreal and very Tarantino or Hunter S. Thompson-like and very, very comical.
I had, weird strange dreams this morning. Tarantino-esque dreams
Me in a blue velvet dress with a big flopsy blue velvet hat, complete with a curling floofy feather (think ostrichy) to match, playing Vampire. Kickass soundtrack in the background.
I was with someone --gender unknown--- at a table, chatting, in character. Familiar people walked by... people I used to LARP with. All of them were wearing these huge, mirrored sunglasses. We were LARPing in a game store and I was sitting by this big display case of books, which had cardboard boxes of miniatures or somethign on the top.
One of the people walked by in a very badly fitting three-piece grey pinstripe suit, with the hems of the pants bagging a bit around the ankles, and they caught my eye over the rim of the stupidly large mirrored sunglasses, grinned impishly, then suddenly shoved all the boxes so they fell over and one dropped into my lap. Meanwhile I could see little HP (health points) and MP (magic points) status bars for everyone with their character names, whenever I looked at them. When the box dropped into my lap, my TP bar went flying up to 193%
Our friend Tom was there too, but Dan was not. Tom was making fun of my hat. I was making fun of it too -- like I hadn't gotten to pick my own costume.
It was all very surreal and very Tarantino or Hunter S. Thompson-like and very, very comical.