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beccaelizabethLast night, dreamed I was sleeping in the back of a minibus, and my dad was driving. And it was the minibus from boarding school, with no seatbelts and just two long benches, and whenever you stop or start you sliiiiiide along the bench. And did I mention dead dad was driving? And this is not a good thing.
There was driving to the recycling center, which instead of being a big stinky was a place where you brought all kinds of everything and it all got fixed up to be new things, so you could get furniture and bags and paper and books and all sorts. But if you were still there after dark you got recycled.
I'd totally use that for a story but I think I've read some in kids books that were very much similar.
And then there were a bunch of people from high school, only not the usual bunch of people from high school I ever actually talked to, and there was a lot of running around and trying not to be vanished.
About the only good part of the dream was the having an affair with Paul Gross. Which, you know, I could have put up with the whole rest of the dream for. Except he wasn't in the actual dream, it was just a dream about trying to conceal from my husband that I was having an affair. Invisible husband. Who went off with another bloke by the end. Kind of a pointless subplot, really.
and then I got woke up by the fire alarm.
Luckily just being tested, because getting appropriately insulated from a sleeping start takes entirely too long at the moment.
So on the whole I'm feeling like going back to bed. But since I apparently already did that for twelve hours I'll probably try computer games instead.
There was driving to the recycling center, which instead of being a big stinky was a place where you brought all kinds of everything and it all got fixed up to be new things, so you could get furniture and bags and paper and books and all sorts. But if you were still there after dark you got recycled.
I'd totally use that for a story but I think I've read some in kids books that were very much similar.
And then there were a bunch of people from high school, only not the usual bunch of people from high school I ever actually talked to, and there was a lot of running around and trying not to be vanished.
About the only good part of the dream was the having an affair with Paul Gross. Which, you know, I could have put up with the whole rest of the dream for. Except he wasn't in the actual dream, it was just a dream about trying to conceal from my husband that I was having an affair. Invisible husband. Who went off with another bloke by the end. Kind of a pointless subplot, really.
and then I got woke up by the fire alarm.
Luckily just being tested, because getting appropriately insulated from a sleeping start takes entirely too long at the moment.
So on the whole I'm feeling like going back to bed. But since I apparently already did that for twelve hours I'll probably try computer games instead.