Well. That sure was a dream about my mother.

There was something about being in a remote wooded area with Jennie and playing some sort of game that involved breathplay. I was all, hey make sure there are scissors handy before I stick this noose on me, okay?

And then I was in a car with my mother driving around familiar parts of New Orleans. She was ( Read more... )

Well that was a stress dream.

I was supposed to be traveling. But I hadn't packed. So I had to do it at the last minute. And then I missed my flight. And kinda blew that off and went on a quest through an unfamiliar city for a restaurant with my phone failing to give me useful maps. And people failing to give me helpful directions. Then I ended up ( Read more... )

In this dream, I was with my mother. We had a trip planned to Qatar. I have no idea why we were going all the way around the world, but we were. The flight was going to leave around noon, and we weren't properly packed; instead she had me moving stuff around the house (the one I grew up in, which she moved out of not long after I left for ( Read more... )

Well that was NOT A GOOD DREAM. I was lying in a small room in a resort somewhere trying to cope with my mom having just died, and Nick having died a couple of days later. I went outside and was informed by Jason that MJ’s funeral was that afternoon. And I knew that I’d shortly have to go to Nick’s funeral too.

Then I woke up and was very very glad ( Read more... )

I dreamt that I was wandering around the back yard of the place I grew up in. It was a bit unkempt and messy, with a lot more stuff in it than there was when I was growing up.

On the door to the shed was a note from my mother, responding ever so politely to a note from a neighbor who was offended by her posting a comic critical of Bush’s policies ( Read more... )

Well that was an unpleasant dream. Maybe even a nightmare. I dreamed I was on a trip with my mother and her memory just… stopped working. She knew who she was but had no way to keep a train of thought going for more than a few seconds. Dealing with it was scary, stressful, and hard. It was like herding a small child.

She's getting older. And as ( Read more... )

Ugh well that dream sure took a sudden turn for the worse. It suddenly went from wandering around a corridor choosing companions for a second playthrough of a video game to HI YOU'RE ON A PLANE THAT JUST TURNED DOWN ABOUT EIGHTY DEGREES AND KEPT ACCELERATING. As I started to freefall in the cabin I screamed. And then there was an abrupt ( Read more... )

existing as a couple of chips hidden in a poster on a wall while hiding from folks who would kill me

eating plates to get mass to break down to repair my broken body (which was some kind of high-tech simulacrum of a human body, the magic wand I would wave if I was going to put that in a story is probably ‘nanobots’)

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I dreamed I came into the possession of several very large crates full of unhappy, enslaved dragons. I had to keep up the pretense while trying to find a way to free them. I did not manage to do this before waking up.

(I don't know when, I just found this in the iPad blog client when I opened it up to do something else.)

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