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Dreams were of two old ladies, one alive, and one a ghost, trapped in my old room upstairs, plotting to kill me. I threw a spade-shaped shovel at the living one, as she sat on the stairs taunting me, and I hit her in the shouler, but to do it, i had to lean over the railing,. and the ghost was almost able to push me over, before i jumped back. The one on th stairs yelled, "You're leaning over the railing, and that is your Doom!" So jumped back, came running down the stairs with a rake, one of the short, heavy, metal ones, and swung it at her face. She was laughing, and I woke up.

Freaked out, lay there, staring at things, gradually fell back to sleep. I was in a mall with my uncle, and If I blinked, and closed my eyes in Just the right way, details would change, around us. I could shift us through dimensions,m and drag people with me. I gathered a lot of people, and we were in this really swank dimension, where everything was gilded, and the Books were really nicely bound. Something about a parking lot and shopping centre from my childhood.

Strange.

I have a beautiful woman, waiting in bed, so i'm going to go lay down, for a bit more. Then breakfast, reading, and complinig a list of funding sources.

Later, it's Buford Highway, and picking my mom up from the airport.

See you cats later.

Date: 2006-01-16 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unknownbinaries.livejournal.com
I blame the Freaky, that scared the crap out of me the night before. *growls*

Date: 2006-01-16 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Yeah, I think that was it, too. Wonder if that's what It was, or if they were both symptomatic of something else...

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