Okay, not really lost. I remember the green-blue sky and dim sun of the world I wormholed to; I remember the thought processes and conversations ("We call it a wormhole, because that's a convenient term, but it's not one," and "Well, if this weren't a safe enough world with a breathable atmosphere and liveable pressure, we'd be too dead to notice ( Read more... )

I had a very intense dream in the early hours of this morning that was basically one long adventure/fairy tale. There were awesome girl characters--a walking descendant of merfolk who could travel via the foam on ocean waves, for example--and awesome boy characters, too.

I knew if I wrote it all down exactly as I dreamed it, it would be a ( Read more... )