wolven7 | Freaking me out, just a bit...

I dreamed of looking out my bedroom window with a group of people who were, i think,

mech_angel and Robert Underwood Johnson and his wife Katharine (blame the Tesla biography). We were staring out of the window, because there were Eleven Large Ravens on the roof/wires, just across the way. They were very pointedly Being Ravens. Robert and Katharine were asking me about counting rhymes for corvids, and I was doing the math, in my head, and finally said "None of the ones I know go up to eleven... But if 'ten is a secret, never to be told' then add one" (actually that's seven). And then I sat there, trying to think of the other version, and not remembering. Thinking on it, now, in the other version, seven (for which I would have again been substituting a missing ten) is "For the Devil, his own Self." Plus One.

The next part was about constructing and furnishing a place in which I felt comfortable. Sections of streets were moved around, pieces of buildings and the houses of others all combined to make a place where I felt that I could live and work and do what needed to be done. Part of the process was a party; part of it was movies with friends; part of it was simply the feeling of retelling the dream I was living. Recursive Dreaming. Also, I think the place was a person and a thing...

Something, somewhere, about experiencing, listening to and living Freezepop songs...

Strange dreams. This morning, I had to get up early, after only five hours' sleep. This was after a conversation, last night, about how less than six makes me Very cranky. Apparently extreme cold offsets that, because I'm not cranky. Just tired. Anyway, on the way to take

lord_of_smoking in to work, early, on his day off (he's not even supposed to be there, today), we saw two rather large ravens. Hopping around, in the stree and in yards. Hunting things. Being Ravens...

Freaked me out, a little... Now I don't know whether to try to go back to sleep, or to go eat breakfast and watch television...

Grar.