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Well that day happened
Nov. 15th, 2014 05:31 pmI just got up. Granted I went to bed at three in the morning, but it is after five at night, so that's still some epic fail at getting up. I woke up, but didn't feel the need to move or do or think or anything.
On the plus side I spent much of that sleep dreaming I was married to Clint Barton and/or ... my dreams always smush together the good bits of Lindsey from Angel and Elliot from Leverage, they kind of decided that L grew up to be El, but that guy.
The first dream was me and El and a house I'd bought without considering the effects of being on the coast, so the ground under it was being eroded and the high tide weather slapped waves right onto the bedroom windows. And it had wooden sides, albeit wood over really thick insulating layers. So that house wasn't long for the world. And the previous owners had left a lot of furniture and bookshelves with books in, and there was like a shed with more books in (which was actually the two storey house in the back of the school that has been a regular feature of my dreams for over twenty years and yet never once existed in reality), and then when I thought I'd got the hang of it I remembered it was a house not just a flat and everywhere also had an upstairs to explore.
El mostly painted the house a slightly different shade of red.
It was relaxing, for a stress dream.
And then the one with Clint in started with a whole bunch of, like, gobliny things, with some of them with whips to motivate the others, and then they all got told by their deity to go through this big door and when they came out again they'd all turned into earth species to blend in. Only most of them didn't have very good karma so they turned into ducks. Army of slighty irritated goblin ducks. All yellow and kind of rubber duck looking because they were trying to fit in. That was kind of hilarious. And then the goblins with the whips were supposed to go through too, but they wouldn't, so I got a human sized whip cause the goblin whips wouldn't fit my hand right and I cracked it in the air and tried not to whip myself in the face and they went through. And somewhere among all these goblins like a dozen of them turned into humans, and three of those humans I was meant to look after and help integrate into the world, and one of those was Clint Barton, dyslexic construction worker. And then the rest of the dream was mostly snogging. So I don't know why their deity made him dyslexic, or a construction worker. But he had grand plans for buildings. Maybe they'd be a duck sanctuary.
So clearly all of that was superior to actually waking up and trying to interact with the world.
But even my dreams now are all about houses and decorating and house repair and builders and stuff. They're just prettier while asleep.
On the plus side I spent much of that sleep dreaming I was married to Clint Barton and/or ... my dreams always smush together the good bits of Lindsey from Angel and Elliot from Leverage, they kind of decided that L grew up to be El, but that guy.
The first dream was me and El and a house I'd bought without considering the effects of being on the coast, so the ground under it was being eroded and the high tide weather slapped waves right onto the bedroom windows. And it had wooden sides, albeit wood over really thick insulating layers. So that house wasn't long for the world. And the previous owners had left a lot of furniture and bookshelves with books in, and there was like a shed with more books in (which was actually the two storey house in the back of the school that has been a regular feature of my dreams for over twenty years and yet never once existed in reality), and then when I thought I'd got the hang of it I remembered it was a house not just a flat and everywhere also had an upstairs to explore.
El mostly painted the house a slightly different shade of red.
It was relaxing, for a stress dream.
And then the one with Clint in started with a whole bunch of, like, gobliny things, with some of them with whips to motivate the others, and then they all got told by their deity to go through this big door and when they came out again they'd all turned into earth species to blend in. Only most of them didn't have very good karma so they turned into ducks. Army of slighty irritated goblin ducks. All yellow and kind of rubber duck looking because they were trying to fit in. That was kind of hilarious. And then the goblins with the whips were supposed to go through too, but they wouldn't, so I got a human sized whip cause the goblin whips wouldn't fit my hand right and I cracked it in the air and tried not to whip myself in the face and they went through. And somewhere among all these goblins like a dozen of them turned into humans, and three of those humans I was meant to look after and help integrate into the world, and one of those was Clint Barton, dyslexic construction worker. And then the rest of the dream was mostly snogging. So I don't know why their deity made him dyslexic, or a construction worker. But he had grand plans for buildings. Maybe they'd be a duck sanctuary.
So clearly all of that was superior to actually waking up and trying to interact with the world.
But even my dreams now are all about houses and decorating and house repair and builders and stuff. They're just prettier while asleep.