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perchance to dream
I dreamed I was trying to deal with our book collections, and found not one, but *two* copies of author Robin McKinley’s (obviously, from 1. the well-read condition of the books, and 2. their (differing) covers) 1980s-era fantasy novel ONCE UPON A TIME, and the fourth, interstitial (it fit between books 1 & 2), book of Pamela C Dean’s Secret Country trilogy.
*grabby grabby grabby hands* I would pay good money to go back into that dream and read those two books cover to cover…
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the actor’s nightmare. ish.
I had dreams between 5:30 and 7:30 in which I could not tell if I was sleeping or awake, even though several times I recognized I had to be sleeping.
The point at which I was doing a stage play with Christopher Lloyd (Doc in the Back to the Future movies) was not enough to make me realize I was sleeping, although my absolute failure to remember any of my lines or even the gist of them after a week without rehearsal was.
The point at which my phone melted and morphed into something that didn’t work as a phone was not enough, but the part where I was trying to explain to someone (Ludacris, actually, I guess because he’s the tech guy in the F&F movies) what had happened, and was telling him I knew it didn’t make enough sense to be believeable, was enough.
There were at least two or three other times the same kind of thing happened but I can’t remember the details. The phone and the almost-actor’s-nightmare (a proper version of which is where you not only don’t know your lines but don’t even know what play you’re in; I seemed to know what play I was in and thought was absolutely absurd I couldn’t remember my lines) were vivid enough to wash away the other ones, I guess.
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Black Ops
I dreamed that Paul Cornell, Oisin McGann, myself, and three other authors were part of a La Femme Nikita-style black ops team.
“Oh, I’m worried,” said Ted when I told him this, but Oisin murdered and fridged one of the other team members for ordering an unauthorized steak dinner, so apparently we were not to be messed with. O.O
“Your real memories are surfacing again,” Paul said, and Oisin said, “I’m hurt that you think I could fridge a team member, Catie.”
I do love my friends. (My brain, I’m not so certain about, but my friends for sure. :))
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morning dream
as reported in the war room:
mizkit: i have spent the last 45 minutes dreaming i was trying to send you a tweet that i would be in the war room soon, only it being a dream i could not spell @msagara
mizkit: but that’s okay, becuses in between trying to do that people noticed i was will smith from men in black.
msagara: O.o It could be worse – you could have discovered you were Mel Gibson
mizkit: oh, hell, i don’t mind being will smith. i mean, too bad about the scientology thing but mostly? totally cool.
mizkit: so in the dream someody said to me “you’re real!” and i was like o.O then looked at my reflection in the window in front of us
mizkit: and i was Agent J
mizkit: and i was like ‘oh, yeah, sure, totally real, man, and so are aliens’
mizkit: ‘jk rowling is an alien’ -
perspective
XKCD is usually terrific anyway, but this one is particularly awesome. Depths of the world’s lakes, seas, oil wells…. Also the mouseover text on the embedded comic is unusually heartbreaking, though you sort of have to start by reading the first one I linked to so you can see what the mouseover is talking about.
I had Hunger Games dreams all last night. Apparently one should not binge on that trilogy and then go straight to bed. Or I shouldn’t, anyway. My brain has become more susceptible to immediate regurtitations of what I’ve been reading.
*LAUGHS* Sarah just told me I would be an awesome Effie. I shall spend the rest of the week going around saying, “We’ve got a big big BIG day in front of us!”
Oh yes. I need to go find a 7 bean soup recipe, because in my infinite wisdom I bought beans yesterday, looked at the little bag, thought, “That’s not so many!” and put them all in to soak. Now, of course, they are twice as big and clearly will make the most gigantic pot of lamb & bean soup ever, or two more reasonably-sized pots, one of lamb & bean and one of just bean. And if I make some just bean soup I can bring some to my sister, too, which is a win. *recipe searches*
