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dream last night
Jul. 12th, 2016 01:00 pmI dreamt I was colonising a new planet with a bunch of people, including Dyson and Lauren from Lost Girl, Lindsey from Angel, and Trip and Reed from Enterprise, who would all be excellent at the meeting new species part from different angles.
I dreamt I got my face chewed on by one of the local animal spirits, and the spirit of the planet appeared to me in humanoid form to express their opinion of all our sudden building spree.
When I told people about it there were quite a lot of them who were cool with the idea of the planet up and talking to people, but they kept on saying 'she' and I kept on correcting them, until I was all grumpy and like 'maybe the spirit of the planet appeared to me because I'm a they pronoun person too, or maybe it's because I'm the only one around here who is getting the pronouns right!'
... woke up sulky. and checking my face didn't have bite marks.
Then I dreamt about zombie slaves and got all worked up about zombie rights and how unethical it was to deliberately make the low IQ version just because it takes less power.
There was a whole thing where people could visit their late relatives but the learning disabled visitors understood first what had been done to these people and got all political protests about it. Only nobody is much inclined to listen to low IQ types so it was really frustrating.
... I seem to be full of politics and grrr, it's just coming out in a whole urban fantasy idiom.
Lost Girl is irritating me lately because they start out with lots of stories illustrating the difficult balance between different Fae and human needs, and now they're just like, who is the daddy? Tune in next week for more angst! But I still want to go fix political problems. They've kind of knocked down the big bad so often they've destroyed the local government and that's clearly a bigger problem than parents. But okay, parent story again.
It's cleaner day, I did my half of the jobs except the vacuum cleaning, and I'm wearing technically pyjamas with gold glitter stars all over. Because shiny.
So that should make a better mood soon.
But right now I'm kind of grr grumble but about things that are either ridiculous fiction or, under the metaphor layer, entirely beyond my control.
... *grr sigh* is kind of a difficult thing to express. Like, extra tired, yet still grrr.
Cleaner is here so I'll go do something else.
I dreamt I got my face chewed on by one of the local animal spirits, and the spirit of the planet appeared to me in humanoid form to express their opinion of all our sudden building spree.
When I told people about it there were quite a lot of them who were cool with the idea of the planet up and talking to people, but they kept on saying 'she' and I kept on correcting them, until I was all grumpy and like 'maybe the spirit of the planet appeared to me because I'm a they pronoun person too, or maybe it's because I'm the only one around here who is getting the pronouns right!'
... woke up sulky. and checking my face didn't have bite marks.
Then I dreamt about zombie slaves and got all worked up about zombie rights and how unethical it was to deliberately make the low IQ version just because it takes less power.
There was a whole thing where people could visit their late relatives but the learning disabled visitors understood first what had been done to these people and got all political protests about it. Only nobody is much inclined to listen to low IQ types so it was really frustrating.
... I seem to be full of politics and grrr, it's just coming out in a whole urban fantasy idiom.
Lost Girl is irritating me lately because they start out with lots of stories illustrating the difficult balance between different Fae and human needs, and now they're just like, who is the daddy? Tune in next week for more angst! But I still want to go fix political problems. They've kind of knocked down the big bad so often they've destroyed the local government and that's clearly a bigger problem than parents. But okay, parent story again.
It's cleaner day, I did my half of the jobs except the vacuum cleaning, and I'm wearing technically pyjamas with gold glitter stars all over. Because shiny.
So that should make a better mood soon.
But right now I'm kind of grr grumble but about things that are either ridiculous fiction or, under the metaphor layer, entirely beyond my control.
... *grr sigh* is kind of a difficult thing to express. Like, extra tired, yet still grrr.
Cleaner is here so I'll go do something else.