Storytime! Plus an update
Storytime comes first. Ok.
So I had a dream last night, and as it was a particularly interesting one, I want to write it down, as I didn't bring my own dream journal with me. In this dream, I was Harry Potter. Yep. No kidding. It was the middle of winter, and for some reason I had nowhere to go for the Christmas Hols, so I camped out in Hagrid's abandoned hut. It had no heating, so I was freezing, and me and Ron and Hermione were all bundled up in as many blankets as we could find. I couldn't leave the hut (dunno why) so R and H had to go out now and then to bring back food. We had a cat with us, but none of us knew where it had come from. So one day I looked out the window and the hut was on the edge of a bluff, and at the bottom was a bunch of Brentwood style mansions. One of them seemed empty, and I said "Why don't we go stay in there? It looks warmer." Ron was like "Um, because that belongs to the Malfoys, dumbass." But it looked like they were staying in their other mansion, so we trooped down there and walked in the back door. We were kind of looking around, whispering, when this little kid came around the corner. We froze. I was like "Umm....hi. Who are you?" The kid didn't answer, just turned around and toddled off. We followed him and found Grampa Malfoy sitting in a wheelchair. We were terrified, thinking we were so dead. But he just led us up the stairs (his chair went up them easily) and showed us how he could project constellations onto the wall with a video projector. We wrapped up in blankets and ate candy and watched the fake stars. Suddenly the video turned into some kind of hypnosis thing and the animals in the house started going absolutely batshit. Then Draco Malfoy came around the corner and we FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. Everyone ran in all different directions. Malfoy pinned me against the wall and was going to kill me, but I twisted loose and ended up in his bedroom. I knew he was still looking for me, so I squeezed under the bed. As soon as I was hidden, he came in and looked around, then sat down on the bed. The springs were crushed against my face, and I must have made a noise, because Malfoy suddenly leaped off the bed and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out into the open. He put one foot on my neck and smiled, then pressed down. Then I woke up.
Freaky, right? Why do I keep having dreams that involve me dying at the end? Always in a different way.
So yeah, no more pizza right before bed. I've been having a blasty in sunny Florida. I got a bit of a tan, my hair is all salty, and my zits are dried up. I love showing off my tat and the ocean is right outside my balcony. We rented bikes so I can zip around wherever I like. I brought S2 of Lost so Auntie Barb and I watch at least 2 episodes every night. We had our egg hunt this morning (190 eggs) and so now we've got a huge bowl of candy too. Tomorrow I'm going to bike over to Seaside and acquire a few books from the bookshop, seeing as I've almost finished Going Bovine.
Also, (and I know you already know this) that deanrape fic called Breaking the Wings of Dragonflies is fucking amazing. Not as good as the prostitute!dean fic, but almost.
Heading out. Is beach time.
So I had a dream last night, and as it was a particularly interesting one, I want to write it down, as I didn't bring my own dream journal with me. In this dream, I was Harry Potter. Yep. No kidding. It was the middle of winter, and for some reason I had nowhere to go for the Christmas Hols, so I camped out in Hagrid's abandoned hut. It had no heating, so I was freezing, and me and Ron and Hermione were all bundled up in as many blankets as we could find. I couldn't leave the hut (dunno why) so R and H had to go out now and then to bring back food. We had a cat with us, but none of us knew where it had come from. So one day I looked out the window and the hut was on the edge of a bluff, and at the bottom was a bunch of Brentwood style mansions. One of them seemed empty, and I said "Why don't we go stay in there? It looks warmer." Ron was like "Um, because that belongs to the Malfoys, dumbass." But it looked like they were staying in their other mansion, so we trooped down there and walked in the back door. We were kind of looking around, whispering, when this little kid came around the corner. We froze. I was like "Umm....hi. Who are you?" The kid didn't answer, just turned around and toddled off. We followed him and found Grampa Malfoy sitting in a wheelchair. We were terrified, thinking we were so dead. But he just led us up the stairs (his chair went up them easily) and showed us how he could project constellations onto the wall with a video projector. We wrapped up in blankets and ate candy and watched the fake stars. Suddenly the video turned into some kind of hypnosis thing and the animals in the house started going absolutely batshit. Then Draco Malfoy came around the corner and we FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. Everyone ran in all different directions. Malfoy pinned me against the wall and was going to kill me, but I twisted loose and ended up in his bedroom. I knew he was still looking for me, so I squeezed under the bed. As soon as I was hidden, he came in and looked around, then sat down on the bed. The springs were crushed against my face, and I must have made a noise, because Malfoy suddenly leaped off the bed and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out into the open. He put one foot on my neck and smiled, then pressed down. Then I woke up.
Freaky, right? Why do I keep having dreams that involve me dying at the end? Always in a different way.
So yeah, no more pizza right before bed. I've been having a blasty in sunny Florida. I got a bit of a tan, my hair is all salty, and my zits are dried up. I love showing off my tat and the ocean is right outside my balcony. We rented bikes so I can zip around wherever I like. I brought S2 of Lost so Auntie Barb and I watch at least 2 episodes every night. We had our egg hunt this morning (190 eggs) and so now we've got a huge bowl of candy too. Tomorrow I'm going to bike over to Seaside and acquire a few books from the bookshop, seeing as I've almost finished Going Bovine.
Also, (and I know you already know this) that deanrape fic called Breaking the Wings of Dragonflies is fucking amazing. Not as good as the prostitute!dean fic, but almost.
Heading out. Is beach time.