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wolven7Dreams of dreams, wherein I was falling, andd every time I woke up, there was a field, in the night. You see, I was sleep walking, but not just walking. I was using the talent of Kefisatz Haderach (we were talking about Dune, at dinner, last night) to travel over great distances of the midwest, in the coursee of a night. But I could only do it, while asleep. I arrived at a farm house, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unknownbinaries was waiting for me, and I told her what was happening, even though she kind of already knew.
Transition, then, to a hallway in a mall, and into the mall and stores, and a sit-down dinner with my family, all of them, in the food-court. Our table was also two aisles in the LaVista Rd Whole Foods (Holiday Party is at the LaVista store, this year). We sat, and ate, and I met my new cousins, and I decided that I wanted sushi, which was monetarily imprudent, but it was Christmas, so I got it, anyway. It was a strange combination of tuna, salmon, and gyro meat (dinner last night). I made and odd concotion of sweet thick soy sauce (planned but delayed dinner, last night), regular soy, and some kind of au jus.
Transition, then, to John Slattery (he was on Colbert, last night) going through a divorce, and running of to find himself at some kind of foundry or warehouse. He met a Rastafarian who taught him how to relax (with a little Spiritual Guidance), and learned that the company physician had found that he had a venereal disease, and that he couldn't work. His foreman, being an asshole, said that he only wantedto know if he had something that would cause sores. John went inside, where Don Draper was waiting for him.
Something about animal carcasses, all along one side of a cabin, partially buried under leaves and mulch and snow. Stepping into and throught th half-rotted carcasses, which is how we re-found them. Don Draper becomes Booth, from Bones. Something about seeing a golden eagle, and screeching replies to it.
Dreams.
unknownbinaries was waiting for me, and I told her what was happening, even though she kind of already knew.Transition, then, to a hallway in a mall, and into the mall and stores, and a sit-down dinner with my family, all of them, in the food-court. Our table was also two aisles in the LaVista Rd Whole Foods (Holiday Party is at the LaVista store, this year). We sat, and ate, and I met my new cousins, and I decided that I wanted sushi, which was monetarily imprudent, but it was Christmas, so I got it, anyway. It was a strange combination of tuna, salmon, and gyro meat (dinner last night). I made and odd concotion of sweet thick soy sauce (planned but delayed dinner, last night), regular soy, and some kind of au jus.
Transition, then, to John Slattery (he was on Colbert, last night) going through a divorce, and running of to find himself at some kind of foundry or warehouse. He met a Rastafarian who taught him how to relax (with a little Spiritual Guidance), and learned that the company physician had found that he had a venereal disease, and that he couldn't work. His foreman, being an asshole, said that he only wantedto know if he had something that would cause sores. John went inside, where Don Draper was waiting for him.
Something about animal carcasses, all along one side of a cabin, partially buried under leaves and mulch and snow. Stepping into and throught th half-rotted carcasses, which is how we re-found them. Don Draper becomes Booth, from Bones. Something about seeing a golden eagle, and screeching replies to it.
Dreams.
