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I dreamed of a group of preditors who were rather like the Black Riders.
:-\
They were terrorizing the city (which was not Ottawa, even though the redeau center was in it, and covered with students' council type campagne posters for various seventeen-year-old would-be leaders, not all of whom were human) -- the city was something like a combination of London Ontario, Eger Hungary, and Somewhere Else (with very wide streets. Paris? Dunno. Never been).
There were wild herbs growing in abandoned lots.
But.
The black rider people (I never actually saw the riders, just the horses. But there were definitely people (or things?) on their backs, riding and guiding them) were chasing down humans, for the most part. One of which was one of the campaigning guys. He looked like someone from a commercial, but I don't remember which one. (I think that may have happened because Kattale et al were talking about the "numa numa dance" commerical, which I've never seen, last night). They were also hunting down anyone who happened to be not behind a locked door when they came by.
I had to get a little girl from her grandmother's appartment back to her dad's (or other grand-dad's) house/appt with these guys out in the cobble-stoned streets.
There were a couple of chase scenes, and frantic lockings of doors.
The little girl (who looked a bit like Kat and Kieran's daughters, but older by a couple of years) kept wanting to pick chamomile and other flowers.
:-\
This was a dangerous thing to do.
It must have been July (or drought-conditions of some sort), but it didn't feel hot.
It was very strange, and kind of creepy.
Those horses were fast.
:-\
In other news: I went to Moria's birthday party last night.
I was absurdly tired (possibly due to the chocolate martini that I had with dinner), but the people were delightful (as always) and the music (Dave Anthony) was fun, and we all got to sing along. :-)
And he did the Last Saskatchewan Pirate (or whatever it's properly called).
:-\
They were terrorizing the city (which was not Ottawa, even though the redeau center was in it, and covered with students' council type campagne posters for various seventeen-year-old would-be leaders, not all of whom were human) -- the city was something like a combination of London Ontario, Eger Hungary, and Somewhere Else (with very wide streets. Paris? Dunno. Never been).
There were wild herbs growing in abandoned lots.
But.
The black rider people (I never actually saw the riders, just the horses. But there were definitely people (or things?) on their backs, riding and guiding them) were chasing down humans, for the most part. One of which was one of the campaigning guys. He looked like someone from a commercial, but I don't remember which one. (I think that may have happened because Kattale et al were talking about the "numa numa dance" commerical, which I've never seen, last night). They were also hunting down anyone who happened to be not behind a locked door when they came by.
I had to get a little girl from her grandmother's appartment back to her dad's (or other grand-dad's) house/appt with these guys out in the cobble-stoned streets.
There were a couple of chase scenes, and frantic lockings of doors.
The little girl (who looked a bit like Kat and Kieran's daughters, but older by a couple of years) kept wanting to pick chamomile and other flowers.
:-\
This was a dangerous thing to do.
It must have been July (or drought-conditions of some sort), but it didn't feel hot.
It was very strange, and kind of creepy.
Those horses were fast.
:-\
In other news: I went to Moria's birthday party last night.
I was absurdly tired (possibly due to the chocolate martini that I had with dinner), but the people were delightful (as always) and the music (Dave Anthony) was fun, and we all got to sing along. :-)
And he did the Last Saskatchewan Pirate (or whatever it's properly called).
