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Feb. 7th, 2009 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI woke up with such a grumpy. It's better than waking up with a headache. But still, g-r-u-m-p-y.
I didn't dream anything specifically likely to make me grumpy.
I dreamed there was a big fight and I was overseeing it and I had to make fire on my hands to prove I had mastery over each element in turn and I made the fire when the person judging got distracted and then it went away and then I tried again but just burned my palms and then I realised I could only do it if it was completely different fire, like from large red globes I had to switch to little blue gas flame points. Couldn't do the same thing twice.
There were windows that you had to keep closed at high tide cause the waves came right up to the windowsill. Those big black and white whales they call killers were playing around outside trying to splash us.
The buildings were all really tall skyscraper places with big neon letter things on the roofs.
Then everything changed and I was randomly walking down the road in Dereham, the one that I haven't walked on since I left school because it leads from school to the house we lived in then. It was summer and nice and leafy and shiny and then I realised I had no trousers or pants on. I was wearing thigh high boots with very high heels. I think they were cerise pink satin. And I was wearing the new sleep top I got from Bravissimo, which is a little strappy thing that I wouldn't answer the door in. It doesn't stretch far enough down to be any use in that situation. So I just decided to apply attitude and walk as if I had the best trousers ever and everyone was staring for no readily apparent reason.
... okay, so, I can see how grumpy could result.
I actually like the dreams where I'm naked much better, cause then I'm just natural.
Or just wearing tattoos or body paint or glitter. Those are cool.
Okay. Blah.
Going back to bed. Probably to read.
The world contains too much cold and an unreasonable requirement for wake/sleep cycles.
I didn't dream anything specifically likely to make me grumpy.
I dreamed there was a big fight and I was overseeing it and I had to make fire on my hands to prove I had mastery over each element in turn and I made the fire when the person judging got distracted and then it went away and then I tried again but just burned my palms and then I realised I could only do it if it was completely different fire, like from large red globes I had to switch to little blue gas flame points. Couldn't do the same thing twice.
There were windows that you had to keep closed at high tide cause the waves came right up to the windowsill. Those big black and white whales they call killers were playing around outside trying to splash us.
The buildings were all really tall skyscraper places with big neon letter things on the roofs.
Then everything changed and I was randomly walking down the road in Dereham, the one that I haven't walked on since I left school because it leads from school to the house we lived in then. It was summer and nice and leafy and shiny and then I realised I had no trousers or pants on. I was wearing thigh high boots with very high heels. I think they were cerise pink satin. And I was wearing the new sleep top I got from Bravissimo, which is a little strappy thing that I wouldn't answer the door in. It doesn't stretch far enough down to be any use in that situation. So I just decided to apply attitude and walk as if I had the best trousers ever and everyone was staring for no readily apparent reason.
... okay, so, I can see how grumpy could result.
I actually like the dreams where I'm naked much better, cause then I'm just natural.
Or just wearing tattoos or body paint or glitter. Those are cool.
Okay. Blah.
Going back to bed. Probably to read.
The world contains too much cold and an unreasonable requirement for wake/sleep cycles.