I've come a bit un-moored from my identity. This is totally expected. Parenthood is not one of those things that you pick up as a hobby and put down a few months later unchanged except for a new party trick. I didn't think it would be. And yet somehow I expected to retain more of myself than I have. I expected to be, or at least want to be, a "cool ( Read more... )

Had three dreams last night in quick succession, all of which had to do with outwitting impending death. In the last one, I was the only one of a group of people who was not TSTL, and I had to get myself and my companions someplace safe while being pursued by angels who could only move in the dark. I was the one who had to tell people to collect ( Read more... )

Had a dream where I was trying to piece together who I was, what my fractured memories meant, and why all these people were trying to kill me. Turned out I was Vlad. Loiosh had died and I was in a coma, unable to deal with it. The last scene of the dream was third-person, Daymar and some friends trying to make psychic contact and wake me up ( Read more... )

I dreamed I was Vlad, infiltrating a corporation in disguise, trying to figure out whether the incompetent assassin they hired at a meeting (with me present) to kill me was really that incompetent or was Mario in disguise. Then tried to figure out whether Mario would actually accept a contract to kill me, or someone had found leverage on him. I ( Read more... )

Sometimes my dreams are about pangolins, Wicked, and/or making out with attractive women ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed I was part of a mutant commune not-quite-hive-mind thing of like fifty people. (I'm not sure why we could all link up--nobody there was a very powerful telepath.) We were discussing what to do, and concluded that for practicality's sake we had to break up into smaller groups to hide for a few days while we decided what to do ( Read more... )

Yesterday I accidentally got a badly-needed day of rest. The plan was to go to Milwaukee for BK's family stuff (I like his family, so this was a 'get to,' not a chore) in the morning, then come back for capoeira at 6 followed by Exalted ( Read more... )

Yesterday was awesomely nifty, but you get a post about my dream instead ( Read more... )

BK: I dreamt I was playing Magic against Barack Obama. He was making fun of my deck ( Read more... )

Nightmares last night. I think I was sleeping too hot, but anyhow I got dehydrated. At least twice.

( Nothing profound but lots of symbols )