I don't remember my dreams, but it is colder outside.

[wolven7]

Jack Off Jill - [Author Unknown]--- Dreams were like impressionistic paintings of tea parties, or conversational dinners. (Carmina Burana - [In Trutina]). Bits and pieces, here and there, Rutger Hauer, and things like that. Monstrous ethics. Bits of "sin City," but not as many as some might expect. Cold, now.

Dropped twenty degrees over the course of the evening. I'm tired of that. I want it to be temperate, warm.

I'm hitting the grocery store, today. (Voltaire - [Caught a Lite Sneeze (Tori Amos Cover)]). Need food, to continue my existence, in this plane.

Hm. Audrey, Voltaire's girlfriend, was in another part of the dream.... Strangeness...

Tired and cold, now. Going to go get caffeine and dressed.

Back, prior to the party.

Comments

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

The cold...is Something. I'll talk to you later, and maybe post, about that.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Understood.