Zombie apocalypses are a moderately frequent recurring trope in my dreams. In last night's, the group barricaded itself in a very ornate museum or something (sort of a cross between the Tate Britain and a stately home or castle), and one of the survivors was a 16-year-old princess. There was... perhaps a bit more character growth going on than in ( Read more... )

Every Justice League member catches it eventually. Or so my subconscious appears to have decided.

During brainiacfive's marathon last weekend, I commented regarding some snarky comment of Superman's that he'd been hanging around with the rest of the team too much. Apparently my brain thinks the same is true of J'onn, given that I woke up from the following:

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Brain is all fuzzy today. Not sure why; hopefully just random biochemical weirdness and/or Chicago Monsoon Season. (Seriously, Mother Nature, WTF?) Sometimes this happens when I'm coming down with some ick or other and not yet otherwise symptomatic. Slept fine, though I did wake up about 20 minutes before my alarm from a very creepy dream about ( Read more... )

Somebody so needs to make the short I was watching with a group of people in this dream I had last night. It had a high-tech thief making his/her way through a palace, completely oblivious to the multi-combatant Cavalier-era swordfight swirling through the same space in a blur of fast motion. Ghosts? Time displacement? Something cool. One of ( Read more... )

Exhibit A: The ep that ran on USA last evening, which I left on out of inertia, in which Cuddy sets out to prove that House needs a team by taking him up on a bet that places a patient's life in the balance. The writing is clever. The characters are interesting. None of this can overcome for me the fact that NOBODY IN THE OPENING CREDITS SHOULD ( Read more... )

So kindly stop poking me to research a better name for a certain character in the long-dormant original universe that I am NOT writing in the foreseeable future.

While we're at it? No more dreams like the one about an open-submission anthology in andpuff's urban fantasy sandbox (i.e. the Blood and Smoke series and the Keeper's Chronicles, under the ( Read more... )

(If my subject line is invoking your confused face, go here. As near as I can tell from the lack of posts on my flist this year, it was destined to be a one-time event.)Thing What I Learned In A Dream: Our house is satisfactorily defensible against zombies. If not against random strangers showing up at a door in the attic (which doesn't actually ( Read more... )

My dreams tend toward the seriously batshit bizarre, especially when I'm doing a show. Atypically, I've remembered very few dreams of any kind in recent months. However, there was one I woke up from about 1:30 this morning with quite clear recall, and no small amusement ( Read more... )

Still sick. Blergh. But the cause of much entertainment when I went back to bed for a couple hours after emailing Office of Doom. (Not thinking about what my desk will look like Monday after two days out at end-of-month. Nopenopenopenope.)

It's not every day that I dream a completely illogical disaster movie. ( Cut for long and insane. )

And yet, so very cliché. Which is to say, I occasionally have the archetypal cliché actor's nightmare of finding myself in the middle of a performance with not the first clue what I'm doing. (In a somewhat less cliché twist, I'm generally bluffing my way through it in a sufficiently convincing manner that the audience, and often the rest of the ( Read more... )