dreams
It was a doozy last night.
I had my ten pages printed out for my critique group, and on those pages I had hand-written markups. While on the way to meet everyone, someone discovered really deep pits in the earth-section of the spaceship. Riker (yes, that Riker, but with awkward strawberry blonde hair) jumped over them and it became a game for everyone else around. I had to go to my critique group, so I left everyone playing.
Well. Playing around those pits woke the beings that lived underneath, and they were not happy and started attacking. Because I was not armed, I ran out of the way and hid in a bedroom (still clutching my pages with hand-written markups) where writing friend Eden Glenn joined me. She had her ten pages, too, and a beautifully decorated pizza. Seriously, it was a work of art. Rings of pepperoni, spinach, onions, and mushrooms. She hid with me.
An Al Pacino look-alike named Dustin Hoffman came into the room and told us we were evacuating, so we made our way to the evacuation pods. I freaked because I lost my pages, but Dustin didn't give me time to find them. I found Riker in the crowd and gave him a hug and told him that he better survive because I couldn't imagine my life without him. And then I had to clarify that I didn't mean I had to be WITH him, just that he had to be around.
I had my ten pages printed out for my critique group, and on those pages I had hand-written markups. While on the way to meet everyone, someone discovered really deep pits in the earth-section of the spaceship. Riker (yes, that Riker, but with awkward strawberry blonde hair) jumped over them and it became a game for everyone else around. I had to go to my critique group, so I left everyone playing.
Well. Playing around those pits woke the beings that lived underneath, and they were not happy and started attacking. Because I was not armed, I ran out of the way and hid in a bedroom (still clutching my pages with hand-written markups) where writing friend Eden Glenn joined me. She had her ten pages, too, and a beautifully decorated pizza. Seriously, it was a work of art. Rings of pepperoni, spinach, onions, and mushrooms. She hid with me.
An Al Pacino look-alike named Dustin Hoffman came into the room and told us we were evacuating, so we made our way to the evacuation pods. I freaked because I lost my pages, but Dustin didn't give me time to find them. I found Riker in the crowd and gave him a hug and told him that he better survive because I couldn't imagine my life without him. And then I had to clarify that I didn't mean I had to be WITH him, just that he had to be around.