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Last night I had an awesome dream in which I got hit on by a very hot cop and kinda sorta complimented on how I could still pass for "Under 21" because she was really surprised my license didn't have the extra "Will Turn 21 on____" line on it.

Okay, so I had also been pulled over for running a stop sign on my way to the clinic of all places (as to why I was in such a hurry to get to the clinic, I have no clue. I think I was there to set up an appointment or something, and I almost got kicked out because they were having a soup kitchen on the first floor and only Financially Challenged types were allowed... Really, I only wanted to ask which floor Allergy was on, did the crabby woman setting tables *really* need to snap at me - twice! - to get out?), which is why the pretty cop was looking at my license in the first place, and she didn't really hit on me, but her super cute partner did! He asked me out, actually, and because this was DreamMaren and not RealLife(chickenshit)Maren, I actually agreed!

And then I woke up. Damn.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Last night's WTF Brain - I dreamed that out church was a movie theater/halfway house kind of deal; not a huge stretch or anything except it was being guarded by an ELEPHANT! And apparently I lived there and the elephant an I are good buddies because I got a trunk-hug from her and I had to tell her not to go charging down the street after ANOTHER elephant who was apparently being taken for a walk (like we walk dogs, there might've even been a leash) to defend my honor. Or something.
rensong: (Independence Day)
Took a nap when I got back from Marshfield because I was tired and hey, two and a half hours before I had to head back into town. As someone who didn't fall asleep until 1 or 2 last night, this seemed like a good deal.

Now, it used to be that when I napped, I didn't actually fall asleep. I kinda got into a Zone where I was totally aware and conscious of my surroundings, but like an Out Of Body Experience, I had no control over them (like if I tried to turn the radio off, it kept right on playing. I won't say "my hand passed right through!" because even in the Zone, I still felt myself go through the motions and make contact with the power button, it just didn't work). In the Zone was also the closest I got to a wet dream, because it's like I had a more direct route to the lobe of my brain I could feel and experience the touch sensation with. No cute boys to nail, alas, but if I was in the Zone and I *knew* I was in the Zone (which wasn't always because it felt so much like Real Life, I'd often go right on moving through my day because I thought I was awake... until I tried to actually interact with someone or something), about 80% of the time I could convince my body (or at least the KindaDream Body I had in the Zone) that it was feeling something really really good. The downside to this being it was really hard to wake myself up if I decided I'd had enough feeling for the day, kaythanxbye, but as a sense version of "Whatever you do, don't picture a white elephant in boxer shorts with pink hearts on them!", of course, you immediately think of a white elephant in boxer shorts with pink hearts on them. I would go "Okay, hey, nuff feeling stuff, can I get up now?" ... which resulted in more feeling stuff and being unable to wake up until my subconscious decided it had enough fun for now and I woke up naturally. Usually not a big deal, but unfortunately, there have been many occasions where the Zone was a less pleasant place - like when it takes some innocent, every-day sound and turns it into a terrifying nightmare. For example, the night when I was maybe 15 and we had a nice friendly summer storm roll through with a few growls of thunder and some half-hearted lightning, but in my head, the storm was all loud noise and constant lightning and it only kept getting worse and it never passed, it just kept getting stronger until I was pretty convinced the house was going to blow apart around me. No amount of subconscious screaming or dream-thrashing, begging the Powers that Be to "*Let me GO*, I want to wake up!!!!" seemed to work, and it seemed like forever before I was able to wake up. *Usually* the Zone can be fun if I know I'm dreaming, but sometimes it is a right sick bastard, too.

Anyway, the last few years I have noticed that while I still hit the Zone when I nap, it is like I got a little deeper into it and it is more dream and less just feeling. The sense of touch is still there and very real, but it is paired with Dream People and/or Dream Situations that are enough like Real Life to kind of throw me off. Usually there is some kind Dream Clue that gives away the fact that yeah, I'm actually dreaming, but I really have to be paying attention. On the flip side of that, though, once I know I'm dreaming? I can manipulate my dream a bit, just like you sometimes can in normal, wacky, No-way-is-this-real-so-you-might-as-well-enjoy-it dreams.

This nap around, I didn't know I was dreaming until I got into my car and tried to go to work, only to discover that holy crap, my car had NO BRAKES. Tried the emergency brake... didn't work. Tried the parking brake... kinda worked, but not enough and I was still moving enough to knock into my mom's Toyota Celica that was parked next to the house and send it off into the field, but at least I finally came to a stop. Had I been paying attention, the fact that I rear-ended my mom's Toyota in the back yard - where as in Real Life, the Celica is parked in our drive way and our back yard is full of stuff that would make parking there a bit of a challenge - should've clued me in, but nope, I was pretty convinced it was real.

That said, I was kinda panicky because, yeah, my car had no breaks and I had just rear-ended mom's. Since I was happily no longer moving, I jumped out to go check on the Toyota to see if there was any damage. Along the way, I lost my sandal in the dirt and went and stepped on something poky, which hurt just like it would've in real life, and I curse and mutter a bit because ow, stepping on poky plants (I think it was a thistle) hurts like a sob. However, it was enough that at this point I was starting to think "Ow, dammit, can this be a dream now?" I still wasn't entirely sure, but I was kinda leaning in that direction.

Then, the final piece of the puzzle that made me go "no way this is real" - a fat guy and a skinny guy in what kinda looked like a stretch limo driving through our back yard toward me with Intent To Kidnap. No one is going to fit a stretch limo in our back yard, much less maneuver the thing around all easy-peasy. So I think "Hmm... me thinks I'm dreaming. So, hey subconscious, instead of these guys coming to grab me for nefarious purposes, how about they just stop and pick up someone else? Kinda like glorified taxi drivers - no nefariousness allowed" and go figure, that is exactly what they do. They maneuver this massive vehicle around in our tiny back yard, some random Dream Person gets in the back (older woman with short, blond, kinda Sherily Temple hair) *just* like she would if it was a taxi she called to take her somewhere, and they drive off. Shady, nefarious mob-like characters totally avoided!

With that success in mind, I start walking toward our garage for whatever reason, and I think "Okay, so if I'm *really* dreaming, can I get a cute guy to come put his arm around me?" Few seconds later, a cute guy comes and kind of does a tackle-hug from behind and says kinda sarcastically (and with a Russian accent. Go figure) "Cute boy, arm around your shoulder, huh? This good enough? How about if I tickle you, too," and I laugh because he does, in fact, start being obnoxious and annoying try to tickle me. I can feel the weight of his arm around my shoulders, and his pointy index finger digging into my ribs (just like I tend to do with all of my friends, because I am not ticklish so it is harder for them to give me payback, but it doesn't stop them from trying), and I'm thinking this is kind of awesome.

There is more hugging and snark, but it isn't super clear now that the bits of dream are kind of wafting away on the subconscious breeze now that I am awake, but I do recall thinking that hey, maybe I'll actually be able to manipulate the dream in order to get lucky this time because Cute Russian Boyfriend seems to read my mind (and snark on my thoughts) quite readily, and I go on to hope that there is still time to make the attempt before the alarm I set to wake me in time for work goes off... which, sadly, leads me to start hearing and alarm-like sound in the distance (one of those damn "Don't think of the white elephant!" kind of things) and I go "dammit, whhhhyyyyyy?" all whiny and stuff because I was SO CLOSE, DAMMIT, but knowing Alarm most likely means Leave For Work Soon Or Risk Being Late, I start to try and struggle toward wakefulness... and I fail. Now I'm starting to panic because, hey, subconscious, we need to go to work! No work means now pay means no money for gas or food, so GET UP ALREADY, but my subconscious was having nothing of it. I stop struggling and fall back fully into the Zone, and Cute Russian Boyfriend is there waiting and says something like "Welcome back. I thought you had to work?" and I say "I do, but I can't wake up! Any chance you can help with that?" and the next thing I know, I am awake. Like, for real, I'm AWAKE, back in the Real World, and I sit up, rub my eyes that are still kinda sleep-bleery and say, out loud, "Wow, thanks."

Then I notice the clock and it's *only* 4:00 pm, which means I still had *half an hour* before I had to get up, and the Alarm in the dream was just some dirty subconscious trick. At the risk of sounding duel personality, I'm pretty sure my subconscious is conspiring against my conscious to keep me from getting a laid, even in my dreams. Anyway, in the dimming hopes of ever seeing Cute Russian Boyfriend (who, come to think of it, did kinda look like an older, less gangly Checkov from the newest Star Trek movie) again because my dreams are never really the same, I also add a "Feel free to come visit any time!" out loud into to the emptiness of my room with the hope that maybe he'll hear me in the Zone and we can finish were we left off. My hopes for that particular opportunity are slim to none, but I have to at least *try*, right?

Now, though, I really do have to leave for work because it took me more than a half hour to write this all out.
rensong: (Independence Day)
Ooh, I don't like this feeling. Fell asleep less than two hours ago and now I am wide awake and afraid to go to sleep again because of another scary realistic tornado dream. text )
rensong: (Independence Day)
Had a rather cool Bones-esqu dream last night that I will cut to be polite )

I gotta admit, until the whole juicer thing, that would've been an awesome episode. Maybe minus the rookie Mary Sue me, though.
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A few nights back I had an *awesome* Farscape/NCIS dream, but sadly I can't remember it totally. I do remember Abby somehow ending up on Moya to help solve an alien murder, and being all ecstatic that she had *literally been abducted by aliens*, which she thought was awesome. And though I can't recall the dead alien, one of the not-dead aliens looked kind of like a weird Audry 2/venus fly-catcher hybred, only instead of Audry 2's one toothy pod, it had like a bunch of toothy green "petals" (kinda like an evil olive-green flower). Anyway, that's all I remember, and I am kinda bummed because that would've made an awesome crossover fan fiction. Ah, well.

In other news, I voted today! I had no clue who any of the people were except for one or two, so I have no idea if my vote will end up putting another asshole in office, but I still voted. Cause it is important. ::nods::

I also did laundry. Yay for having clean socks!
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Last night's dream involved werewolves and vampires and rose thorns embedded in my palm. If I believed in the messages and precognition of dreams, I'd be rather worried right now.

The gravity of what would've been an otherwise very creepy dream was lessened significantly with Butch and Sundance (or Bonnie and Clyde, one of the famous partnerships of history) making havoc in the underworld and crashing an undead wedding, and what may have been a guest appearance of Betty White worried about not doing her hair before she ran away from the werewolf outside our house. So, again with the less creepy and more "WTF, brain?"

On an entirely different note, our driveway is currently holding four - count em, *four* - of our vehicles hostage, including my own Coyote with his 4WD. Dad was able to get him out yesterday so mom could make it to her in home Aspirius cares yesterday afternoon, but she ended up having to cancel all of her morning ones, and it required the use of my brother's higher clearance 4WD pickup truck to crack him free of the ice that had frozen his tires to the ground before he could go *anywhere*. Gus's pickup truck actually had gotten stuck in our driveway earlier, too, but we were able to get it free with lots of shoveling and rocking and a few hundred pounds of dog-and-family-members in the bed for traction. On the bright side, it stopped snowing/sleeting at some point last night, and today dawned bright and clear (and cold). The road has been plowed finally, too, so provided we are able to actually get out of our driveway - which is a huge mess - everything should be grand. Still working on the "get out of the driveway" part of that plan, though.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Instead of crack crossover fan fic like I usually tend to dream in, last night my inner cinema changed gears a bit and gave me a Sci Fi B-movie instead - complete with b-movie actors and actresses! Including Dean Cain as some sort of high-school teacher/coach, and another woman who I've seen in various movies and series - middle-age, slightly heavy-set with shoulder-length auburn hair, usually acting in secretary and/or lawyerish kind of parts. Can't recall any of the movies and/or series I've seen her in, though, so I cant IMDB her. Drat, but she does kind of look like a shorter, stouter C.J. Cregg from the West Wing if anyone ever watched that, so I'm going to call her Ms. Casey for the lack of a more proper name.

Anyway, moving on
Lets call it 'Warlock Cyclone'. That is a properly horrible B-movie title, yes )

The impression in my dream-muddled head immediately after I woke up was "Someone made it using magic!", hence the title. And then I went "Wow, that was so bad", and then I tried to go back to sleep.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Wow, confusing dreams.
I don't even know why I am writing this one down )

In other news, last day of work! Told my boss I was only going to work part of the day, so I decided to sleep in a bit and shoot to arrive at work around 8:00ish instead of the usual 7:00. Still have a handful of things to do, but I think I'll probably be out of there just before or just after lunch. Only problem I foresee is that my boss isn't actually working today, and I need him to sign my final time logs to send back to the SCA. I'll have to call them (the SCA) and ask if it is okay if the guy immediately below bossman on the boss-ladder will be okay to sign them instead.
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Right, so, I just totally woke up in a panic. And here I was hoping I was done with the terrifyingly real tornado dreams.

woops, forgot to cut this last night )

Damn creepy real dreams.
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Daylight Savings people, Fall Back today if you haven't already!

Figures that I'd get a whole extra hour to sleep, only to not wake a single time during the night (usually I wake up around 3:30 my body's inner alarm clock is still set to 5:30 back home) and finding myself wide awake at the newly deemed 5:30 am. Not on, body. On the bright side, at least now I only have to wait an hour for the sun to rise. Which might be nicer if it wasn't completely overcast and rainy. ::sigh::


In other news, during my Sleep Like The Dead Thing last night, I dreamed my dad had bought me a new motorcycle and I was riding it for the first time for the short trip from our family's church back home (about two miles). After some gathering at church, I was trying to stash away the few things I still had to carry in various bags and boxes built into the machine while some of the bored gentlemen who had attended whatever the Thing was got together and decided to do a street race with their trucks. I saw them line up to start, but then someone came over - the sheriffs or the like - to chew them out as a street race in a tiny village would probably not end well, and I made my escape.

As I still did not have much practice riding a motorcycle, I was very cautious and took my time, probably riding the break and the clutch a little harder than necessary, but most certainly not enough for first the break to fall off in my hands, and not long after the clutch as well (they were both located on the handlebars in my dream; I think that's where they are in real life too, yes?), and so there I was sitting somewhere around Chili Park (of course, in the dream the DreamTown was waaaaaay different than the ActualTown, hence the "somewhere around") with a broken motorcycle and still about two miles away from home (again, Dream Chili was kind of wacked out, so even though I had managed to travel a good distance before my bike fell apart, apparently Dream Me was pretty convinced we were still a ways from home), and I was scolding myself for forgetting my cell phone so I couldn't call dad and see if he could come help me fix it.

Then I woke up, an my clock told me it was 6:30, which is really 5:30 with Daylight Savings ending, and I was wide awake with no hope to fall back asleep.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Last night’s dreams were all about vampire fighting, and The Hoff did not make a single appearance, thank god. Also? I blame this on spending most of the afternoon and evening yesterday reading ghost stories online.

cut because it gets a little long )

Apparently my subconscious wants to be an urban fantasy writer. All things considered, though, if you take out the Chemistry bit? She actually had a pretty good plot going for her.
rensong: (Independence Day)
Last night I dreamed that David Hasslehoff was being held hostage/prisoner/whatever by his dance partner from Dancing With the Stars, and that he had to dance perfectly or very close to perfect for his freedom.

The dance would have been very well done and sexy if it HADN'T BEEN DAVID HASSLEHOFF and if he HAD BEEN WEARING ACTUAL PANTS INSTEAD OF A MAN BIKINI.

Scarred. For. LIFE. ::digs out old, dusty, unopened bottle of Psychol and dunks her head into it:: Seriously, subconscious, what did I ever do to you?
rensong: (Independence Day)
An hour and 15 minutes is A Good Nap for me. Feeling kinda blergy with what I assume is allergies, even if they've so far only manifested themselves as lots of sneezing, I decided to take one today. An hour and 15 minutes later, give or take, I woke up, and I should've stayed that way. But, no, I decided "Just a few more minutes!", fell back asleep, had a dream about driving around in a really nice old car (I almost want to stay it was my mom's old cranberry red Cutlass Colonnade) with my brothers (who reminded me more of Sam and Dean Winchester than my actual older brothers) buying groceries and ... other stuff I can't remember, and meeting our parents at my dad's old store in Marshfield, where I re-potted a plant using one of the ash buckets for cleaning out the fireplaces. There is more, but it falls into Girly TMI )

And then I woke up again about an hour and a half later, and now I am all tired and stuff because a did not need a three hour nap. Hour and a half, reasonable, and I feel more awake after I get through with it. Three hours? Too much of a good thing, and I usually feel more tired after one than when I went to take a nap in the first place.

Also, now I probably won't sleep tonight. On the one hand, woo, I'll be awake for the Castle premier at 10! On the other hand, I probably won't fall asleep until 2 am, then I'll wake up at 4, and be out of bed by 5:30 and spend the day running on two hours of sleep. Tomorrow should be fun.

ETA 4:29, because it is a car worth oogling - a picture of my mom's old cutlass, with my two brothers - Ben in the foreground, Gus in the background - raking pine needles down at my Gramma and Grampa's when they were wee and small (Grampa Lindow is in the back, leaning against the hood with the beach ball). I can't remember what year the car was, and I only remember it in the vaguest sense (I have more clear memories of the beige 82 Cutlass she got after, which was less of a muscle car, but still had it's fair share of horsepower), but both my parents still remember it quite fondly and have told lots of stories.

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rensong: (sleepy kitty)
I just woke up from a nap with the phrase "Illianya wants out. Illianya lives inside of me, I can never let her out" going through my head. There was also something about dogs (a running theme in my dreams these last few days... ya think I might miss having dogs around or something) and drowning, only not really because in the dream I fell under the water in a bathtub or something and I could still breathe.

Yeah, I have no idea either. ::adds this to her "WTF, brain?" pile::
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Hmm... I don't know if it is because I am now significantly closer to the Pacific coast or some other random subconscious reason, but last night I did not sleep because I kept having dreams that we were living on a huge magma chamber ala Yellow Stone, only this one *was* showing signs of going all Mount Saint Helens on our ass. I even recall having/wondering if i would be having a Pierce Brosnan Moment (from Dantae's Peak) and standing in front of everyone doing the "I'm a geologist; I *know* exactly how bad things could get, and we need to move!", and we all started evacuating. Or... possibly there was talk of evacuating and I was driving someone to the train station/airport. And then all of a sudden *I* was the one who was supposed to be getting on the airplane to go home and I was incredibly miffed at myself for not bringing a book to read on the long flight, and I was wondering if it would be worth it to spend money and add a few books to my Amazon.com Kindle (PC version) to read on the way.

So, apparently my Inner Dream Disaster Maker has flipped from tornadoes to volcanoes. Iiiiinteresting...


And now I really need to start getting ready for work.
rensong: (Independence Day)
Last night i dreamed I was a rookie Ghost Hunter again, but alas, I was not a part of Taps. Rather, Elizabeth Weir was our team leader, and we were investigating this *really* nice mansion with a bunch of loud, obnoxious teenagers in broad daylight. Around sunset, though, there was a radio that kept mysteriously turning on, and I was supposed to check it out. It turned on two or three times while I was trying to figure out what was responsible, and then I woke up.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Last night I dreamed I was wandering around town looking for jobs. It was realistic enough to be really confusing, because I couldn't remember how I *got* to town in the first place, but I know I didn't have my car and I didn't remember walking the 15 miles to get there at all. And then I went across some train tracks into a different town that I had never been in. Even in my dream I was going "What the hell?"
rensong: (lesser species)
You know how they say it's always darkest before dawn? It is sooooo true...

This morning I woke up from a rather freaky dream involving Ghost Hunters (or possibly Ghost Hunters International) and I was with them and THEY HAD JUST CAPTURED A FULL BODIED APPARITION OF A LITTLE GIRL on one of their cameras. A camera *I* was looking through when the image was captured! Or at least it really seemed like I was the one looking through it. Anyway, then I got a full-bodied chill down my spine/nervous system that started at the top of my head and just traveled aaaaall the way down to my toes, filling me with creepy dread.

And then I woke up and it was 5:00 on the dot and I was still hella creeped out and IT WAS UNBELIEVABLY DARK IN MY ROOM, OMG! My eyes were, like, clinging to the one source of light in the room I could see - that of my alarm clock - and the rest of the house was just as dark and silent and my brain was all "Eeep! Dark!", even though I haven't been afraid of the dark in years, and it was an all-together creepy situation that made me afraid to go back to sleep.

Then I got out of bed long enough to turn my radio up a bit as a source of distraction from the the lurking Creepy Ghost Girl Dream, using my cell phone light to find the volume button, and then as soon as my cell phone light went off again, the room was back to it's normal state of dark and everything was fine and I went back to sleep.

It was creepy, though. I don't ever remember my room being that dark before - usually the glowing green digits from my alarm clock are enough to put the whole room into a kind of weird green twilight, still pretty dark but bright enough to make out the shapes of everything in my room. When I first woke up, I couldn't see any of that, just the glowing green display of the alarm clock itself. Creepy, I tell you!
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Last night I had an awesome dream. There was mystery and intrigue and a really freaking beautiful long beach and criminal master minds and "series" continuity (not an actual series, obviously, but if it was made into a TV show, it would definitely be a series) and sneakiness... all you need to make a good movie, right? Unfortunately, I can't remember a damned thing that happened except for The Bad Guys meeting at some special beach to something evil that needed to be done in a specific place at a specific time (either sun rise or sun set), and the Good Guys trying to stop them.

In fact, the only thing I remember clearly from it is when I was running into the water about a half a mile or so away from where the "bad guys" were supposed to show up so I could sneak up on them and give their position to the rest of my team, and on the way I got distracted by a pretty rock that might've been a Lake Superior Agate lying on the beach and me really wanting to go back and check it out. And my wish for a water proof cell phone. Yeah, I have no idea either.
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WINTER HOLIDAY! In... Minnesota. Classy, right? ;) )

2:00ish pm - At parents house. YAY FOR HAVING INTERNET ACCESS AGAIN! Summary now, pictures later I hope. Happy (Belated) New Year everyone!

Next on the agenda - take a nap Clean off my bed and *then* take a nap. Sleep deprivation for the lose, but four whole days with Manda - TOTALLY WIN! It was fun, and I hope to do it again now that I know the train has a regular schedule. Next time, though, I'm going to shoot for a time when the Midwest isn't in a deep freeze.
rensong: (not so far away)
This morning I dreamed that my grandfather - seven years gone, now - called me from whichever here-after he resides in. I heard his voice, and he asked me how I was, and I tearfully told him about everything I could remember from the last few years because he has missed so much.

I woke up crying, torn between happiness at being able to talk to him again and sadness that it was only a dream. I still miss him.
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I actually did manage to doze off again after roommate left at 5:30ish this morning, but then I managed to dream about a cyborg-like robot who wanted to feed on all of my body fluids (yeah, I have no idea), so I woke up again only an hour or so later, at which point my stomach making random gurgles kept me from dozing off again.

On the bright side, I crashed at 10:30 last night, so I still got about 6 hours of sleep. Not so bright side, it is Monday. I don't like Mondays.
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This morning I had a dream where a cute guy tried to wow me with his car care skills, only it turned out he didn't know much of anything about it. He was being all gentlemanly and offered to check Coyote's oil for me, so I was nice and let him - it's not like he can break anything just *checking* the oil, right?

Yeah, not so much - first he didn't know which dipstick was the one to check oil, and then when I pointed it out to him, he somehow managed to break it (though in my dream, it was a kind of weird looking dip stick - it was a long, metal ribbon, like most dip sticks are, but this one had 3 or 4 inch cylinder of foam around the middle of it, supposedly to create a nice tight seal or something. Which, you know, a bunch of melted foam floating around in my engine from if the oil got too hot? Yeah, not a good thing, but dreams are weird that way), and then he added *way* too much oil when he told me I was down half a quart. I stopped him before too much damage was done - Coyote is my baby, after all, and he has enough issues (that are totally fixable, I just can't afford the required parts and labor at the moment) without some ignorant show-off giving him more.

However, the guy was trying, and he was cute (really cute - straight dark hair, just long enough to look slightly shaggy but still nice, a little taller than me, and skinny in that strong, wiry kind of way. Also, he was wearing a slightly baggy white t-shirt and cargo pants, so yay for supposedly low maintenance!) and so when we all went to get dinner somewhere ("we all" being myself, Dustin, I think Haley, and a few other friends who I can't remember clear enough to name) after the museum (which is we were before the guy started to mess with my car), I might have accepted his offer to go get drinks. I didn't actually *say* I would go when he asked, but he must've assumed my silence was a yes - or at least not a no -and told me when he got off work next Tuesday, to which I replied "Um... sure, Tuesday works for me." And then I woke up.

Since it was a dream and all, and I never got his name, his phone number, or even a place to meet, I'm thinking I'm probably *not* going to be meeting him for drinks on Tuesday, especially with him being a figment of my subconscious and all that. It was still kind of endearing, though.
rensong: (Independence Day)
Damn. I had a really cool dream last night - like, story potential kind of dream - but I forgot what it was. This is what I get for not writing it down as soon as I got my ass out of bed, cause I still remembered at that point. Only thing I recall now is it was like a Glee crossover, with Mr. Shouster (only spelled right) getting into some sort of trouble that may or may not have been of the supernatural variety. And he may have been trying to keep some sort of magical light (or really brightly glowing crystal) from... someone. Bugger.

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