Dreamed of someone who didn't believe in lines, who thought that maybe every once in a while someone would have direct experrience of them, but that they were not conceptually sound. Driving through Downtown areas, trying to find parking.
Something about running a fun race against
venacava, and each of us calling our contacts, before the race was over, to put it on the internet that we'd won. My worry over her having a wider internet pressence. The race was through a boat which had been converted into an office building.
Slayers, Reapers, working sie by side, using weapons, guns, the refusal of each of those things, in recognition of what the job entails. Slayers kill, with hands, up close, Reapers separate, remove, but do not take. Subtle distinctions.
None of the above was in the chronological dream order.
Stomach is very upset. Not pleased...
Something about running a fun race against
Slayers, Reapers, working sie by side, using weapons, guns, the refusal of each of those things, in recognition of what the job entails. Slayers kill, with hands, up close, Reapers separate, remove, but do not take. Subtle distinctions.
None of the above was in the chronological dream order.
Stomach is very upset. Not pleased...