*Megan* this was so weird i'm not even sure if it was a nightmare

[dieuterus]

Last Night's Dream:

I was sleeping in bed with my eyes open, while a shadowy-faced lady blew nickel-dust in my face.

Keep in mind this dream lasted approximately four hours.

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*Man_Man* Yeah.

[dieuterus]

That's fucked up Meg. I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS, OMG OMG OMG. I'm going to get my tongue web pierced. If I have enough of one.... damnit. Make me go to class Megdy. I am being a bad kid.

*Megan*

[dieuterus]

Your tongue web? You can pierce that? Well, I suppose you can really pierce anything, but wouldn't that make your tongue . . . I don't know, sit too high? Wouldn't you constantly be aware that your tongue was centimeters higher than nature intended it to be?

*Crystalline* Megan Megan *denies you a third "Megan"*

[dieuterus]

Four hours? Well...at least the nickel-dust didn't hurt, right? ...Aren't you allergic to nickel? Holy, were you erupting into boils, while laying there vulnerable, unable to move??! I think it represents that you should stop working at Walmart. *nod*

Anyhoo, Megan, did you want to go see The Faint at Sokol Monday, October 4th? Quick, answer! Tickets (haha, I typed "tickers" first) are on sale for ten dolla. And I need to arrange something for work if we do go...so...

I believe your tongue web is insufficient, Mandy. You've always been rather small, haven't you? >:)Maybe you're not going to class because you have no tongue web. Secretly, you're angry inside.

*Megan." the third.

[dieuterus]

Yep, I *am* allergic to nickel. And they weren't exactly boils, more like these little red dots of fiery hell pain.

It was kinda funny though, cause in the dream, every time they developed I would (understandably) wake up. And the lady that was blowing it in my face would duck down all comedic like and giggle to herself whilst whitlling away at a chunk of pure nickel. Then she'd use that dust again as soon as I went back to sleep.

Argh. I even woke up with stinging eyes. From sleeping with them open though, not from some crazy dust lady informed of my allergy.

*Crystalline*

[dieuterus]

Giggling? Reminds me of The Cell.

*Crystalline* And three minutes later:

[dieuterus]

Ugh, would it be foolish to hope we could purchase tickets at the door? I haven't a credit card and that's all they will accept online.

*Megan*

[dieuterus]

I bet you will be able to actually, if it's upstairs. But . . . my work schedule is three weeks in advance, so that week is already scheduled and I think I work on Monday. I am going to the Rilo Kiley concert this Wednesday. Do you want to come to that one? As far as I know nobody has tickets for that one yet, but we will be getting them soon I suppose.

*Crystalline*

[dieuterus]

Wouldn't they be all understanding and "suure, Megan, of course you could make it up later"? I could probably get Monday night off...except I just took tonight off so that I could not freak out over my two upcoming midterms (tomorrow and Thursday). My boss might let me off anyway, but if things aren't going to work for you...OH WELL. We can see The Faint later, right? Omaha is their home; they'll always return. And I can also stick in their cd instead...it's ok. Won't die.

Ah, man. This Wednesday? I definitely can't, for I'm filling in for someone at circulation. Where are they playing at? Sokol? I'm totally out of things.

*Megan*

[dieuterus]

Different band, but you know Saves the Day? One of my roommates drove them to their hotel a while back. Apparently they skateboard, even though they're too old for that.

She laughed at them, which prompted conversation, which prompted them asking for a ride, which prompted her requiring the purchase of cigarettes for said ride, which prompted said ride to happen, which prompted conversation of why they were without a ride, which prompted tales of distracting fangirls and other mischief.