It was half memory, half episode, and half hidden object game. The fact that there were three halves is reconciled by the fact that dreams do what they want ( Read more... )

I accepted an assignment through a temp agency, which had hours of 8-5, which is pretty standard around here. Unfortunately, lythandra had some sort of conflicting need, the exact nature of which I've forgotten, that made it such that there was no way for both of us to be somewhere with the car at 8:00. I tried to call both the client and my supervisor at ( Read more... )

The early parts of the dream are lost to wakefulness. The first part I can remember involves me driving the Forester out of a parking lot surrounded by trees and onto the Reston Parkway, headed towards Fair Lakes. In the passenger seat is a woman that I don't know in reality, but whom dream reality identifies as one of my co-workers from Starbucks ( Read more... )

WARNING: Incredibly long and rambly post is incredibly long and rambly.

I have mentioned before, that I have a kind of native belief in reincarnation. The details of that belief are fuzzy, and given its complete lack of provability or disprovability, it's certainly not something I'd ever evangelize as being Teh Turth! It's simply a thing that I ( Read more... )

I think-- and I don't want to jinx things here by saying this, but I think-- I may have actually finally had the proper amount of leisure time. To wit, I spent a lot of this weekend actually relaxing. Not "playing computer games because I was too braindead to do anything else," not "doing some kind of activity while simultaneously thinking about ( Read more... )

While The Gneech sleeps...The scene opens in the forests of a sequel, where Paul "Paul of Cthulhu" McLean plays the role of some sort of researcher of indeterminate scholarship, purportedly come to Jurassic Park to study the dinosaurs, but actually there for some sort of dodgy purpose that is never made quite clear. Along with him are his daughter ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a bad day for me. No getting around it. I didn't sleep properly the night before and I should have called in sick but didn't, leading to a day of sheer pain at work ( Read more... )

So, I did this piece of art the other day...

It's very late, later than we intended. In fact, it's nearly dawn, which doesn't give us much time. hantamouse and I consider aborting the whole operation, but there's still a possibility we can pull it off, and it'll be a major coup if we can make it happen ( Read more... )

Dreaming that I'm trying tell various people about a dream I had. Oy. And while an episode of West Wing where President Candace Bergen shoots Secretary of State Sandy Duncan (but only because she {Sandy} was threatening her {Candace} with a gun of her {Sandy's} own) is a vaguely amusing idea, following people around telling them about it in great ( Read more... )

I realize that Bruce Campbell and graveyardgreg share a certain over-the-topness. However, that's no reason for you to be inflicting upon me dreams in which Greg performs the If You Have It, You Don't Need It routine in what appears to be a co-ed locker room.

I mean, seriously, WTF.

What's next, tygercowboy on a football field, reciting, "Hello ladies! How are you? ( Read more... )