better dreams

So, I slept much more
(lots and lots more, in one hour chunks)
and had much better dreams
at least they were better if I don't think about them too much

one of them featured Riley Finn being all snuggly
and then all angsty cause his girlfriend saw him snuggling me
but he was saving my life! really! for we had this mystical bond that meant I needed him to touch me all over!
oddly his girlfriend didn't buy that...

next dream had this whole thing where I decided I wasn't going to be treated like a child anymore, for I was 19 and ready to be a grown up!
er, yeah, my dreams are almost a decade behind reality...
Anyways, there was this guy, older guy, loyal, brave, lousy with a sword but that didn't stop him from trying. He was my Knight in... actually at one point I think it was a pink surcoat and somewhat tarnished armour... but anyways, my Knight, and I was all in love with him, and he was all 'arrgh, daughter of the King, known her since she was baby sized, run away!' But sekritly loved me too. Which was all sweet and snuggly.
But the role of said knight was played by a guy formerly of Monty Python, so, er, less cool...
Might explain his sekrit power of slapstick fighting, where the sword is useless, but give him a ladder, a bucket, or some curtains that can fall down and get tangled round people and he totally rules.
And then there was the bit with the Void Fly, which got chopped in half but still flew around, and when it dripped on the knight he got a nasty rotting patch on his back. Which was oddly less romantic.
And then the gateway to the Void coughed up the 8th Doctor, in this long... bathrobe actually, sort of a dark chocolate color, managed to make it look very dashing... and then the Master followed him, one of the dark haired versions in nice elizabethan velvet. And then they went away again. It was sort of random really.

My subconscious thinks the house I lived in as a teenager is a Hellmouth, or a gateway to the Void, or something. Usually it lived in the utility room, sometimes the bathroom, which was very inconvenient in general, though I imagine it saved on sewage charges. But then it wandered off into the rumpus room out in the garden, so we had to fight our way out through the conservatory to get there. For a room that usually held one table and one person there were remarkably large pitched battles in there.

*reads all that*
... er, yeah, that actually was the better class of dream, for me...
*sigh*

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Television is very boring
and often poorly labelled
apparently 'comedy', in the film I just intermittently watched, means we get to laugh at the woman trying to be a spy and getting a massive drug overdose from police and reacting badly to it. I find none of that funny.

I have moved my sofa so it is in the ideal position for watching television.
I now have about an inch to walk through to get to my computer area. And nowhere to sleep.
This plan needs more work.
Or, I could tidy up the bedroom and sleep in there.
That plan needs more effort than is likely available before sleep time.

I cannot sleep on the sofa. It only has two seats.
Maybe I can sleep in front of the sofa, if I move the boxes and stuff...

(no subject)

Benton Fraser: You know, Ray, my father once told me that the sky isn't just above you, that if you look at the horizon you'll see that it actually touches the ground. So if you think about it, wherever you go, you are actually walking in the sky.
Ray Kowalski: You're a freak.
Benton Fraser: Understood.