Dreams...

[wolven7]

I just had a dream that I found a copy of House of Leaves, in ancient Hebrew. There were only a few lines I couldn't read.

Something else about searching the front yard for tsarina_bomba's cat, and arranging boxes and general Stuff, due to an emergency relocation protocol.

tsarina_bomba and michette came over, last night. That was pretty cool. Drank a bit more than I maybe strictly should have.

Placebo - [The Crawl]--- Damn fine night, though. Pretty tired, still, but I should get up and be some kind of productive, today, don't you think?

MC Paul Barman - [Anarchist Bookstore, Pt. 1 (w/ MF Doom)]--- What'd you dream, last night? Write about it in your own lj, or here.

Either way.

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[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

What I remember isn't long enough to merit a whole post, so here...

...I was playing Minesweeper, and failing. None of the tiles would click. I blame you, you Minesweeper junkie. :)

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Perfectly reasonable.

[cailement.livejournal.com]

magickal wonderful adventures that I completely don't remember now. perhaps this will be more useful in about 10 hours when I've more recently awoken. I'll let you know :P (I'm sure being sloshed doesn't help the memory process :SD)

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Aww...

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

I don't remember what it was. But I seem to dream in fast-forward.

For the first, there's all those periods where I look at the clock and it's 6-ish, I go back to sleep, hours or days pass, rarely longer and when the alarm goes off at 7 I feel like... yeah, all kinds of stuff.

The most obvious example of such was talking to a friend while half-asleep, dozing off mid-sentence, going to a party, arranging food, making sure everyone has something to do or eat or discuss or drink, mixing a drink for my friend, and handing it to her while telling her that I wanted to make sure she's taken care of. Except she just heard (badly paraphrasing: "The weird thing about that is here, I want you to be taken care of."

[wolven.livejournal.com]

All the time, or just that time?

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

I think most of the time.

This morning it was between 6:30 and 7:0[1/2/3]. Painted a room at work, met with some coworkers (one of whom had an ex-boyfriend who kept bothering us), pressed the elevator button. Left a white paint thumbprint on the button. Looked at my thumb, which suddenly seemed unusually large, with paint collecting in the trough-like ridges. Shook it out, which seemed to reduce the size. Coworkers and I got off as a gurney-with-corpse got on. Suddenly sitting at my desk, ex-boyfriend stops by again with another letter for coworker. Scene shifts from mostly white office to darkened with wood-panel walls; coworkers and I have a fancy candlelit dinner, except we're all facing away from one another at our desks which, in real life, not all my coworkers are in the same office, let alone having enough space for anyone to eat. I get paint on an apple, and am worried about an egg-shaped squash hatching into something reptilian. The wine looks grainy, like I can see the grit in it, floating around suspended rather than sinking to the bottom. Get up, dab my mouth with a yellow napkin from my table at home, and walk out. I think one of my coworkers follows me, but it doesn't really matter at this point. I get lost in a crowd listening to a hair-metal band, and then my point of view dissolves and I'm looking across the crowd from above, and doing a slow-motion pan of the bar, and getting the occasional close-up of the performers. I reappear and head towards the bathroom, and there's a hold-up. Not sure if it's broken or occupied or what. Start kissing a girl with pink hair and a pierced lip; never met her before, she just happens to be in the hallway at the same time as me. And then I came to consciousness with The Verve Pipe playing.

Sorry about the repost, I didn't edit my italics correctly.