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Last night (technically this morning) I had a dream.
I dreamt that I was in a fancy-smart-kids program at a school where there was some antagonism/resentment about the fancy-smart-kids getting fancy extra courses and fancy mentoring and the odd fancy room to hang out in (this is, in fact, most of my accademic life from grade two onwards, but whatever).
There were people from my university program there (not surprisingly).
There was also my current boss, in the guise of one of the Fancy Mentoring People, and there were ceremonial magicians, as well, I think. o.O
I dreamt that our Fancy Room had been broken into (not that it was necessarily locked) and that it had been strewn with torn pices of paper that read like diary entries.
They were a Mystery To Be Solved(!)
And we read them, and as we read them, they go creepier and creepier. There were threats in some of the notes, and there were torn bits of diary entry (or what looked like diary entry but which might also have been threats of a different kind) about wherewolves and "I like it when they struggle" and some girl trying to take back her phone and not being able to escape...
I wound up explaining to somewhat what Puppy Play was.
I also wound up asking, aloud, if this was possibly NOT a threat, but some twerp wanting to screw with our heads and watch the Fancy Smart Kids run around like chickens with their heads cut off on a bit of a wild goose chase.
There was also something vaguely magic-related that happened on a staircase, and which involved me getting to eat barbicued chicken (I put that one down to my having gone to sleep while hungry).
... And that was my dream.
I dreamt that I was in a fancy-smart-kids program at a school where there was some antagonism/resentment about the fancy-smart-kids getting fancy extra courses and fancy mentoring and the odd fancy room to hang out in (this is, in fact, most of my accademic life from grade two onwards, but whatever).
There were people from my university program there (not surprisingly).
There was also my current boss, in the guise of one of the Fancy Mentoring People, and there were ceremonial magicians, as well, I think. o.O
I dreamt that our Fancy Room had been broken into (not that it was necessarily locked) and that it had been strewn with torn pices of paper that read like diary entries.
They were a Mystery To Be Solved(!)
And we read them, and as we read them, they go creepier and creepier. There were threats in some of the notes, and there were torn bits of diary entry (or what looked like diary entry but which might also have been threats of a different kind) about wherewolves and "I like it when they struggle" and some girl trying to take back her phone and not being able to escape...
I wound up explaining to somewhat what Puppy Play was.
I also wound up asking, aloud, if this was possibly NOT a threat, but some twerp wanting to screw with our heads and watch the Fancy Smart Kids run around like chickens with their heads cut off on a bit of a wild goose chase.
There was also something vaguely magic-related that happened on a staircase, and which involved me getting to eat barbicued chicken (I put that one down to my having gone to sleep while hungry).
... And that was my dream.
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