So, apparently, when Neal came home this morning and climbed into bed, I rolled over and started telling him about a dream I'd had ( Read more... )

Brain: *washing coffee pot ( Read more... )

PEPSI PRINCESS TRANSFORMATION

RED LACE RIBBON ATTACK

( I hadn't seen my friend in a few years, and so I was shocked at the condition of his house. )

( so I had a weird magical-girl battle dream )

"Those giant robot safety courses are really getting useful. I just turned one away at the border; who knows what kind of trouble it might've caused?"

This isn't the beginning of the dream, but before it, it's too hazy to recall: I'm underwater. I'm a child, underwater in an inland sea under a sky the dull orange of dreaming clouds; at the edges of the cliffs, where a single step in drops off into deep clear water, other children cluster, waiting for the landlocked to step into the water so we ( Read more... )

I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife

To ope their trunks the trees are never seen;
How then do they put on their cloaks of green?
They leeeeeeave them out,
They leeeeeeave them out.

It probably says something about me that while worldbuilding, I treat magic as a basic force rather than an explanation for something impossible. Okay, I want to set this story on a world where people live on islands that float in the sky. Okay! How do the islands float? Magic? Sure, okay, but how does it work?