You have weird dreams about Fred/Snape on the Astronomy Tower.

...and you don't even think Fred is queer.

...and you realize, upon waking, that your brain was trying to count words to make a drabble, and kept losing track.

*headdesk*

In the manner of dreams, this one bounced around between places; a grassy field in some mountains, then inside a house, then in a car with my uncle K. and aunt J. and a couple of other people I didn't recognize, then their house or actually garage. But what happened? Um, I almost hate to say it, but I was getting married to Harry and Draco. * ( Read more... )

Okay. So why did I dream about celery last night? Specifically, that a bunch of celery had been tossed out when it was still fine to be eaten.

Okay, so I don't very often remember my dreams, but this one... to begin with, I wasn't myself, SO wasn't himself, and the house we lived in was very different (woodsy area, for one thing). We were in the throes of deciding to get divorced, but I had a doctor's appointment that he had to take me to (after eating breakfast out at 6 am). To get to ( Read more... )

Last night in London, and I dreamed that Jack Sparrow, who was somehow the same person as my SO, won a Mithril judged award, and was told it in person by the judges who included Anglachel (who's never judged them), at a time when they were counting up the popular-vote part of the award as printed out on hundreds of sheets of yellow paper ( Read more... )