I dreamed I was sitting with the Writers’ Society exec, the old group of which I am the last one still involved in the Society, at a weirdly open-plan sort of Clubs Day ( Read more... )

I've been dreaming odd things, like a virus that turns people into douchebags and somehow leads me to an underground cookie warehouse with a pudgy middle-aged topless androgynous but probably female head of security who has writing all over hir skin in sharpie and keeps secretly rearranging the toffees so the colours don't pattern as well. Also, ( Read more... )

This morning I dreamed three large dogs and I were tasked with the relocation of a flock of sheep from one of my kitchen cupboards to an undisclosed location. I decided to accomplish this by carrying one sheep at a time, leaving the dogs in charge of the rest of the flock. I lost the sheep somewhere between my house and the beach, where I found ( Read more... )

I had this weird dream in which I was Batman and I had to get some people out of a big bear trap like pit thing under the noses of some random Evil People. And the last one required subterfuge in the form of making out. And then suddenly she was the Empress of a country or something that I'd taken over and tradition required me as the new Empress ( ( Read more... )

I'm sunburnt! But I now own a pair of long black socks with faux-stitching on, and a set of skeleton gloves which are somehow simultaneously loose at the wrist, tight in the knuckles and long at the fingertips. I think they were made for a small Ent. I can totally solve the fingertip problem by just cutting them off though. The gloves', not mine ( Read more... )

Sometimes I remember my dreams. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes, generally due to an untimely yet non-urgent wake-up call, I remember bits and pieces and cannot for the life of me figure out how they fit together, and become intensely curious as to What I'm Missing, but alas. gone forever ( Read more... )

The WitchI dreamed we were chasing her down a narrow concrete stairway, grimy ( Read more... )

I'm having these recurring dreams where I can walk through walls. Not all the time, though, I can't just stick a hand through something. I have to really spread out and lean against it with my whole body and not pay attention and just sort of relax through it. I think it was coded to my self-consciousness issues, because that was the feeling when I ( Read more... )

Maybe I should keep a notebook by my bed. I've managed to forget most of an even weirder dream - I think I was some kind of slug that was a whiz at personal finance and also an architect, and please don't ask how a bit of that dream managed to be about sex, because I think as a teenager I have a memo stuck to my file in the Sandman's office: "Don't ( Read more... )

I had the oddest dream this morning, as tends to happen when somebody wakes me up and then lets me go back to sleep and then wakes me up again (thanks, dad ( Read more... )