weird-assed dreams. the last thing to happen before i woke up was vengeance.  or a lesson.  i'm not sure ( Read more... )

i dreamt i was in a group of people selected to go on some sort of "educational training mission" in space.  Project Neptune, to be exact.  we were driven up to the top of this tall peak and left there while the jeeps rode away and the sun went down.  then we were told to get on this steep set of rails that were twisted and broken every few meters ( Read more... )

So my party was fun, and at least half the people attending made an attempt @ costumes. Someone (notmike!) even left his costume @ my house. Does that make it mine?

My costume ended up being a bit unfinished, as a midafternoon nap Saturday took time away from final party prep, but there were many glowsticks and the spacewiches had faces - I wish I’d ( Read more... )

i've obviously been playing too many first person shooters lately, they're firmly ensconced in my dreams ( Read more... )

fucked up dreams last night that for some reason *actually* disturbed me.  not just upon waking, but while i was dreaming 'em, which basically never happens (as i'm one of those few who doesn't bother simulating unpleasant emotions in dreams, generally...my brain's either extra-kind, extra-lucid, or extra-lazy...)

i wake up in the middle of the ( Read more... )

so last night's dreams may win some sort of dense-with-pointless-surreality prize ( Read more... )

last night's dreams involved a temporal-spatial portal hovering above a giant sports field.  i have been watching too much sci-fi.
at least i didn't have ceepy serial-killer dreams.  (we watched 3 episodes of Dexter last night.)
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so in the dream i'm not there.  not corporally.  but my awareness spends time with different people, sort of sits on their shoulders and watches things from their perspectives.  just before i wake up i'm "haunting" a big, quiet female.  she reminds me of an old farm horse in her demeanor and movements ( Read more... )

first, Chore Wars *does* seems like fun.  i folded and started an account.  i will make sure my adventuring compatriot joins my party ( Read more... )

my sleep last night was pretty similar, in choreography, to a 711 hotdog's pre-purchase life.  sitting there on the countertop in its little oven, slowly being rotated by rollers.  except there were no rollers, so i was the one waking every half hour or so to turn over, triggering T to turn over and snuggle against me (he swears it's an instinct he ( Read more... )