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So... I had an interesting dream this morning.

I know it was this morning, 'cause the phone rang at 8:45 and woke me out of it. :-(

But it was Sara, so that wasn't too bad. ;-) (Her computer is broken -- or, rather, the battery cable in broken, and she can't yet replace it. So periodically I get a call to check an address or something, since she can't. Apprently she called last night - almost without a doubt when I was downstairs picking up


Anyway. The dream was quite delightful.

Miss Sara was there, and some lovely woman from school who had marvelous, kinky black hair that she'd probably never used a straightener on in her life, and very firm skin and strong bones and lower back problems that, by some miracle, I was actually able to aleiviate.

The event (it was a party - almost without a doubt a play-party) took place on (A) the second floor of a house that bore an uncanny resemblance to the house-converted-to-a-business-place where I had my pedicure-etc, and (B) in Babylon -- which was apparently part of the first floor of the house in question.

It was supremely low-key, in terms of sex (though I believe it does qualify as a sex dream). Just lots and lots of pretty women who wanted to chat with me (and each other, obviously) and have a good time. Some of them remembered me from other places (school or performances or whatever) and everyone was very friendly and laid back and flirty.
It was really nice. Very safe-feeling, and very satisfying (even if I did have to wake up before it was over).

Anyway.

(Apparently I slipped into dreaming when I started out day-dreaming about Sara's party tonight and it turned into that... <*shrug*> Funny story, anyway. ;-)


So. Time to write down some poetry. :-)


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I think some idiot (possibly a machine) had decided my phone number is a fax number.

It called me *four times* (possibly five) between 3am and 3:15 this morning.

What the good goddamn fuck is *that* about???

The first two, I lept out of bed, thinking "ACK! No-one calls at three a.m. unless someone is in the hospital!!!" only to hear goddamn beaping on the other end of the (crackling) line.
I let the answering machine get the second two times, but holy fuck. It's not like my (low-tec) answering machine has a mute button. :-P


This also involved a weird dream about my boss and trying to organize a large order of shwarma. I believe it was chicken.
What the goddamn hell?


My brain needs the weekend.


Thankfully, in only a few short hours, I will *have* The Weekend, so this is okay. :-)


Hopefully I will get some groceries done today. :-D


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I had a weird dream last night.


I was waiting for a bus to take me home from Somewhere in Southern Ontario (I think).

It was in a bus terminal, except that the terminal looked like the creepy, underground tunnel bus stop @ St. Laurent mall.
There was a man there, with a creepy look about him - as in he looked a bit like CMOT Dibbler. Complete with battered, horrible hat and weedy mustache. He wore a brown and camel coat - subtle plaid or hounds tooth, I think (not sure which) - decent quality, but not excellent.
I didn't like him.
He did the whole "What, I'm just bein' friendly" thing, and he wouldn't leave me alone. I think he might have put a hand out to stop me leaving.
I definitely cut him, across the back of his forearm, with my knife.
That being the wooden-handled paring knife from my kitchen drawer. Don't ask me what I was doing carrying it around, but I'm glad I had it.

I remember wiping the blood off (bright red that turned dark very quickly) with a tissue from my purse, and being very careful around the blade because I didn't want to cut/prick myself and get his blood in me.
I dropped the crumpled up, used tissue into a public garbage bin, and walked(?) away.


I went to a different bus stop. On a different route. Standing by myself on the shoulder of a fairly empty, lonely road.
The voyageur bus came and picked me up. I got on, and gave in my ticket, looked for a seat with no-one beside me.

There was one at the back.


But when I sat down, that same guy was there.
He laughed. He probably meant it to be a nice laugh, but I didn't take it that way.
His daughter - who looked about seven, or maybe nine - was curled up, sleeping, across two seats, beside him. She had dark hair.

I poked him with my knife - just a poke with the tip, nothing that even broke the fabric, let alone the skin - and went to find another seat.

At this point I should mention that the inside of this bus was built more like a plane. As in there were three columns of seats, rather than two. The aisles were very wide - it was almost a whole room in there.

About halfway up the aisle I squeezed myself onto a three-seater bench/seat/thing that was already populated by two girls and one boy. They were dressed like university students who might have been coming from a rave, or possibly a pajama party. Or some combination thereof. There may have been a pink-tasseled party hat (the cardboard kind made in the shape of a cone?) on one of the gals. I'm not sure. She may have just had hot-pink ("few-sha"!) streaks in her hair, or something.
The boy, I think, must have been asleep (or at least dozing) because h didn't do too much during the rest of the dream.
I think he and the two girls were dating each other - in some combination, possibly a poly triad, possibly a poly angle. I'm not sure. It's also possible that the two gals were just friends w/ benefits or something, but I definitely understood that the boy was romantically linked with at least one of the gals.
I squeezed in beside them, explained (I think) what the hell was going on.
They understood. (The gals did, anyway. The guy was oblivious. Not bad, I should point out, just not involve. Not much beyond part of the scenery). The gals took turns sitting with me. They were friendly and casually affectionate (in an "I'm not afraid to touch a stranger" kind of way, not an "I want to do you" kind of way) with me. The one sitting beside me put her hand on my knee in a "<*pat-pat*> I know what that's like" kind of way.
I think the seat could be put back to make a make-shift bed.
I think I was supposed to end up making out with one of the gals.
But the dream was over before anything like that happened, so I could be wrong.

~*~*~*~*~*~


So that was my weird dream. :-)

Any thoughts? :-)



In other news: The bedroom clean-up goes... reasonably well. I'm at the point where it's down to the scraps of paper that I don't know what to do with. (I confess I'm fighting with the urge to go through all the loose paper and throw out the obvious garbage VS shoving it all into two paper bags and getting Paul to sort through his own junk when he gets home).


But, otherwise, not bad. :-)


The internet, in addition to being For Porn, is being annoying. As such, I think I shall make this post now, and leave it at that. :-)


[EDIT: The top floor of my house now smells like hair dye. I hit the shower in ~20 minutes. (Whee!) Clean-up continues apace. :-) ]


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I had a dream about a beautiful little girl.

I think she's part of my psyche or something, and I wish I knew what bit.

( This is the Dream )

It's that - the dichotomy between being so free that you can move like nobody's watching you, and then being so trapped that your own body can't move... That, combined with the way she dances, are what makes me think she's part of my own mind.


So I need to find out who she is. :-)

Anyway, I just needed to write that down. :-)


[EDIT: In other news: I have successfully (apparently) sent money, via paypal, to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. The should arrive within about a week of Xmas... I hope. ;-)

( My Order )

I suspect that "Gluttony" will be just fine - given the way Hellcat worked on me. Unless the hops are super-bitter or something, this one should be just fine.
Vanilla and Myrrh both seem to work well on me, and amber doesn't seem to hurt either (not that I have buckets of BPAL experience with any of these, mind you). So, with any luck, they'll all work out beautifully.
We'll see how the various musks work out on me, though. :-)


<*waits by the door with baited breath*>]


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[1] And that, my friends, would be a Julia Vyse reference, right there.

I feel kind of gross.

Like I could really use an extra-long weekend, or something.

I am tired in ways that are just plain odd. Like I'm still drained from the other night, or something. I think that long, hot bath is in order. With a lot of lights. Or something.
(I'm having trouble getting up these days. Blah! When does daylight savings time end, again? I need the light in the morning more than I do at night).

I didn't hit the grocery store yesterday, so I'll have to do that on the way home from choir. (Conveniently, I can hit the Loblaw's at Billings and bus all the way home. That would be good).


The Feminist SF blog carnival comes out today (I think), so I shall have to go hunting for that soon enough (I'll link to it once it's up).


And now, randomly, a dream I had last night:

( Stalker Dreams )

*~*~*~*~*

Time to eat a quick breakfast and head to choir.

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Well, the heat seems to have come back, at least a little bit (thank goodness!)

I dug up a few pots worth of plants for my friend's garden.

Mint
Bee-Balm-like-creature-of-unknown-species
Bachelors' Buttons
Wee Baby Hollyhocks
Forget-me-nots
Yarrow

Most of which should be able to spread like wild things in her yard. Hurrah! :-D

I'm hoping that the beans and what-not will have poked through the ground in her yard by this point. :-) Hurrah! :-)

Also good: I finally got around to transplanting that ruddy bleeding heart. :-D It is now located behind the hostas and in front of the rather short spirea (or whatever the heck that thing with the pink flowers is).

Not so good: I broke my trowel in the process. (Maybe that's what I'll get at Lee Valley... :-)


Had the lovely pleasure of randomly meeting Torrain and Commodorified on the way to work today (thense my turning down the offer of coffee), and getting to give (and get) wonderful, wonderful hugs. :-)
I enjoy that *so* much. :-)
Plus, I got called beautiful. Score! :-D
<*is delighted*>
:-D

Random: I had a wierd dream last night. I can't, for the life of me, remember what it was, but it involved (I *think*) my old house, and some sort of major emotional stress having to do with me running late on a project and/or an appointment.
Hrm...


Anyway. I need to figure out dinner for tonight. (Conveniently, the fella's not around for dinner for the next, erm... five or six days - which kinda sucks, 'cause for part of that he's in Hamilton again, and I shall miss him - but which also means that I don't need to worry about making something that he can safely eat. :-) So, hey. I might have shrimp and artechoke hearts in pasta, or something. :-)
Whee! :-)
(Conversely, I may eat the left-over chicken, which does need eating up... Hm...)

Anyway.

That's about where I'm at. :-)

I am quite enjoying my new hair colour and my new toenail colour. go me! :-D

(Gods, I'm perky today, aren't I? Not that I'm complaining about this. I'll take perky over despondent any day. ;-)


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I had an interesting dream...

I dreamt that a somewhat Britania-like neighbourhood (sort of) was under some kind of attack from a sorcerer/ghost/something.
There was a neighbourhood watch meeting to discuss what to do about this threat.

A very psychic family -- Brian Lwasey (sp) and his wife Catrina (I think) and their six kids (Brian had three boys - Matthiew, Madoc and someone... maybe Christopher - from a previous marriage... he may be widowed, but I'm not sure, plus three kids --> two girls and a boy, none of whose names I know --> that Brian and Cat concieved together... There may or may not have been a seventh... an older daughter of Catrina's). Anyway, they were not wild about using their magic for martial means, but would do it if it meant kicking this creepy guy out.

They had a total menagerie going on at their house. There were, like, girrafes. I think Brian and Catrina were folk musicians of some sort. They had all these masks on the walls of their kitchen and lots of musical instruments.

Seriously. It was like the cast of the Madeliene L'Engle universe had set up camp in the Charles de Lint universe (in Ottawa, I think). It was neat and wierd at the same time.

Anyway. That's my story. :-)


And, speaking of stories:

I've been thinking a bit about "Call to the Dance". Original I had/have it ending with Sam coming into her avatar-hood.
However, I think it might work better if she came into it much earlier in the story, and the book was actually about her (A) dealing with the weedling of the Courts and (B) figuring out how to live with her new abilities/understanding/etc.
Maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe not.

So we'll see what I can plot out, as to whether or not this will work. :-)

Cool Dream!

Okay, so...

Take the Harry Potter Trio, and throw them into a world that is a wierd cross between Narnia/Wicked (english-speaking animals), and Firefly/LotR/Wicked/Starwars (a corrupt government that thinks that only humans are people, and not all humans at that, a group of Rebels -- of which the Harry Potter Trio and me are a part -- and a non-corrupted would-be leader (in a first generation Star Trek uniform -- or at least what that might have looked like if it was all in black, er) who resembles Dr. Simon. Throw in lazer guns and bows and arrows. Then add:
(1) Some sort of star-ship thing that (A) may never have left the ground (maybe it was someone's stronghold, or a prison, or something) and (B) looks a *tiny* bit like the ship/building in Alien Resurection and a tiny bit like the first Death Star;
(2) A school dorm that is somewhere between a Residential School, Hogwarts, and Lanark House at Carleton University (except taller), with grim-faced, not-entirely-human-looking Matrons and Floor Monitors, and visit-the-outside-world passes that look distressingly like the $25-off coupons we give out at my store (you get your pass written up by one of the Matrons/Monitors, but there's stub left behind to show when you went out and, maybe/maybe-not what you were doing -- they're held together with a staple, though, so it's easy to rip out the stubs, provided you can sneak into the office(s) to get at them in the first place).
(3) Government incentives for the wealthiest of the humans to buy up large, rural estates and turn them into hunting lodges that, incidentally, are self-sufficent and produce enough food to provide a bit extra for the urban areas. It is de-rigeur to hunt with old fashioned stuff -- on horse-back, with bows and arrows, and to wear doublets and stuff as well.

Getting the idea? :-)

It's a wierd cross between fantasy and sci-fi.

Me and the kids are on one floor of the residential school.
Some dark-blond, freckled girl from another dorm has a crush on the Harry character and -- because she's a floor-pet, her Monitor confided in her that *I* had been going out quite a lot (maybe I was in the same dorm as her, after all. I dunno). She was able to get into her monitor's office and see that the stubs that were present in *my* log book, were not present in theirs ('cause we'd ripped them out of their book to cover our tracks. That worked well. :-P How dumb of us).
She black-mailed Harry (or tried to) because she had some Information that the Matrons, and the government agents who controlled the school (which taught a lot of propaganda that only about half of the students ever believed), would have very much liked to know, given that they were trying to find out who these rebel agents were who kept Getting in the Way -- conveniently every time that I went out -- with them.
"Good thing we're going to be spending a lot more time together, isn't it, Harry?" :-)
<*shudder*> Slimeball. Besdies, he has a crush on Ron. We all know that. ;-)

We were out of the dorms because we were trying to save our friends. These included
Rutiger (or something like that), a large, chocolate-brown retriever/*something* cross who had helped a family of boars to be re-united (the piglettes had been separated from their parents, and the babies were being hunted for sport -- they all survived, though, and everyone was okay).
But. Rutiger had been imprissoned (but, later, spirited out of prison under the cover of darkness -- although we didn't know it at the time).

Rutiger was the second-in-command of the Dr. Simon character who was Meant to be King (or at least the head governer person). His third in command was a moderately grizzled guy (no women... brain? What's up with that?) in his fifties or so, who was a quasi-father-figure to Simon, and who would probably end up dead by the end of the story.

Uhm...

Other than that guy dying, it's probably a happy ending with the Enemy ousted, and Dr. Simon running the place. but beyond that, I'm not sure what happens. :-)

November Calling? :-)


Time to go and use my chocolate shampoo. :-D

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