The Gift of Dreams

Paul adn I had dinner at his Grandma's house last night.
Tonight we're having dinner with his Nana.
Busy, busy, us. :-)

In other news: I just had one heck of a strange/cool dream.

I dreamt that I (in the form of that little girl who played Dawn on Buffy) was up against the UnSeelie court who had stolen... something (I don't remember what) but the longer they had it, the more powerful they got, and the light was draining out of the world.

I had some sort of magic at my disposal, because the food and flowers that I had planted in pots all over my kitchen (that my family -- featuring my actual brother, but no-one else who was biologically related to me... It's possible that Kurt Russel was my 'dad', although he may also have been the head villain... It's a little bit muzzy right now) were growing like crazy. They looked like my garden here (complete with vines climbing all over on strings), except indoors, and with more colours. (Particularly reds -- I had red peppers that actually were producing big fruit. :-) And it's not like they were getting tonnes of sun.
(Also, apparently, I could do some sort of tricky gymnastic stuff... Like back-flips on steel girders thirty feet in the air...)

Right. But. I had to get this Something back.
So, I followed the UnSeelie people accross a lake.
They were driving these big Amphibious SUVs -- and isn't that appropriate for villains to be driving (Sorry Kate) -- and I was somehow keeping pace with them, by swimming with the current (in a lake...?) or hanging on to one of the bumpers, or... something...
Anyway, they didn't see me.

Anyway. We all got to the other side of the lake, and I had to run into this building that, on the inside, looked a lot like my elementary school building (but with higher ceilings, and more orange walls -- probably the neon lighting. Again: Totally appropriate for the Nasty Types. I didn't enjoy my time at that school.).

The head villain caught up with me and gave me this intimidating schpiel about "did you really think you could do it yourself," (a refference to the wildly growing crazy garden in the kitchen, I believe -- but, hey, if I had help there, wouldn't I find help here, too? -- Possibly 'Famous Last Thouts"), and "What will I do with you...?" (Come to think of it, he also looked a bit like Cliff... Sorry, Cliff... I don't know why that happened), but I wasn't actually all that scared. I should have been, but I wasn't.

Anyway.

That's when I woke up to the sound of the tropical loons (my fiance's alarm clock), and decided that I had better write it all down before I lost it all.

The Seelie people were helping me. I know that much. But I don't remember their faces. (It's possible that there was a Cliff-like person there, too, which makes more sense to me).

I think I will have to write a story about this. :-)

- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)

Shoot...

I just hung up on a telemarketer.

I didn't actually mean to hang up on her, but my upstairs phone went dead on me.
Damn. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings.

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Well, our new tenant picked up his key today.
I'm off to Hurdman to meet Paul before we head over to his grandmother's place for dinner. :-)

But before I go. Here is a story. Not fan fiction, something original. Inspired by a discussion about Trolls that I had with Hyel. :-)

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