Dreams and Links and Music
Feb. 22nd, 2008 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Lots of choppy transitions, last night. Too much coffee. Kept having to pee. A test:
Dreamed of Willow Rosenberg, explaining the overlaps of magic and technology, and the fact that she had almost become a goddess of both. Something about Kaylee, here. Possibly as a priestess?
Next section involved a trailer or a boat, which was also a combination of the houses we've looked at, thus far. Owen Wilson was there, as was Heather Graham. Long story short, anal sex with Heather Graham, in the tiny, very short shower, from that one house.
Woke up. Lay there, trying to get back to sleep, and not have more sex dreams.
Next dream, in the department, trying to get some work done. Failing. There's very little that I can do, until I have the proper envelopes, and I need to tell Dr Herman that. I caught him, in the hallway, about the leave, and the elevator lobby was very swanky. Like an upscale hotel's evelator lobby, all shiny, and such. I told him what was going on, on the elevator ride downstairs. When we exited the elevator, we were in a large, leveled food court-type area, that was also a single medium sized restaurant, and also the official school bookstore. We finished our conversation, and he walked off.
I found myself walking next to Patrick, talking about the things that he needed to do. The area was now the concession court for the tracks on WipeOut. All Future-y. He walked off, around the side of a central bar, and I sat down at a table with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lord_of_smoking. We talked and, eventually, this blonde girl walked over, all tight jeans, and just in from the ocean. She sat down at our table, and started talking to us, flirting, and she pulled out a pair of her underwear, as she was talking about the kind of day she'd had. The question was asked what's she wearing now, if not those, and so on. I started playing with her, through her jeans, under the table, and she started grinding against me. Eventually she sat on top of me, and tried to kiss, me, at which point, I pushed her away, and she said "Oh, so sahib doesn't like the kissy, only the rough and tumble wrestling." I looked at her, nodded, and said, "that's right." She went and sat on lord_of_smoking's lap, and started making out with him. I decided that it was time to get a little more information on her, so I declaired it time for the question game. First order of business: How old was she? She said sixteen, and we each stopped touching her or, in my case, moved a little further away from her. Not due to the law, but more because nine or ten years seemed a very skeevy thing. So, she got upset, and tried to convinced us how mature she was, by calling her friends, and saying that her 17th birthday was in a week. We weren't hearing it, and she was going to walk away, which could pose a serious problem, I realised. I asked her another question, firmly, to let her know that we didn't want her to go away, simply that no one there would be having sex with her. She seemed to pout a little, at this, but sat down, and continued talking. Patrick came back, and mech_angel finally showed up, and we all introduced, all around.
Woke up with Talking Heads' "And She Was" stuck in my head. I think that there is something wrong with my brain. But, hey, there it is. Dreams.
Links. The Obama and McCain ones are from Kung Fu Monkey. I put the Hillary one in, for balance.
http://www.barackobama.com/issues/
http://hillaryclinton.com/issues/
http://www.johnmccain.com/informing/issues/
If the weather where you are is like where I am, then it's a little gloomy, a little wet, and kind of cold. But there's still promise. I've got a song for that.
Enjoy
Dreamed of Willow Rosenberg, explaining the overlaps of magic and technology, and the fact that she had almost become a goddess of both. Something about Kaylee, here. Possibly as a priestess?
Next section involved a trailer or a boat, which was also a combination of the houses we've looked at, thus far. Owen Wilson was there, as was Heather Graham. Long story short, anal sex with Heather Graham, in the tiny, very short shower, from that one house.
Woke up. Lay there, trying to get back to sleep, and not have more sex dreams.
Next dream, in the department, trying to get some work done. Failing. There's very little that I can do, until I have the proper envelopes, and I need to tell Dr Herman that. I caught him, in the hallway, about the leave, and the elevator lobby was very swanky. Like an upscale hotel's evelator lobby, all shiny, and such. I told him what was going on, on the elevator ride downstairs. When we exited the elevator, we were in a large, leveled food court-type area, that was also a single medium sized restaurant, and also the official school bookstore. We finished our conversation, and he walked off.
I found myself walking next to Patrick, talking about the things that he needed to do. The area was now the concession court for the tracks on WipeOut. All Future-y. He walked off, around the side of a central bar, and I sat down at a table with
lord_of_smoking. We talked and, eventually, this blonde girl walked over, all tight jeans, and just in from the ocean. She sat down at our table, and started talking to us, flirting, and she pulled out a pair of her underwear, as she was talking about the kind of day she'd had. The question was asked what's she wearing now, if not those, and so on. I started playing with her, through her jeans, under the table, and she started grinding against me. Eventually she sat on top of me, and tried to kiss, me, at which point, I pushed her away, and she said "Oh, so sahib doesn't like the kissy, only the rough and tumble wrestling." I looked at her, nodded, and said, "that's right." She went and sat on lord_of_smoking's lap, and started making out with him. I decided that it was time to get a little more information on her, so I declaired it time for the question game. First order of business: How old was she? She said sixteen, and we each stopped touching her or, in my case, moved a little further away from her. Not due to the law, but more because nine or ten years seemed a very skeevy thing. So, she got upset, and tried to convinced us how mature she was, by calling her friends, and saying that her 17th birthday was in a week. We weren't hearing it, and she was going to walk away, which could pose a serious problem, I realised. I asked her another question, firmly, to let her know that we didn't want her to go away, simply that no one there would be having sex with her. She seemed to pout a little, at this, but sat down, and continued talking. Patrick came back, and mech_angel finally showed up, and we all introduced, all around.Woke up with Talking Heads' "And She Was" stuck in my head. I think that there is something wrong with my brain. But, hey, there it is. Dreams.
Links. The Obama and McCain ones are from Kung Fu Monkey. I put the Hillary one in, for balance.
http://www.barackobama.com/issues/
http://hillaryclinton.com/issues/
http://www.johnmccain.com/informing/issues/
If the weather where you are is like where I am, then it's a little gloomy, a little wet, and kind of cold. But there's still promise. I've got a song for that.
Enjoy
