Ugh, oversleep
Aug. 8th, 2016 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI woke up at 0730, calculated that meant I'd had five hours sleep, went back to sleep
and now it is 1230 and I feel like I got squashed somehow.
It wasn't even very interesting dreams.
There was a combination alarm clock, radio, lamp, and fan, which had settings so complicated it could summon the dead, and not just for a nice chat.
There was a lady making cobwebs with her boobs. Which I suppose is more logical than the usual fingertip or wrist mounted editions, since it's just a change of recipe, but it doesn't seem quite as useful.
There was a whole chase sequence based around someone wanting my magic, but they went through all my stuff for it, like it was a physical thing, and when I demonstrated it was just something you do then they got all oooooh. I made pretty lights and a different pretty lights, it wasn't very oooooh. I half woke up after that one figuring out what GURPS Magery limitations it would take to make Magery object based and stealable.
Then there was the one where I found out that I'd been travelling between worlds as I went between classes at magic school. It wasn't even magic university, since I was new I just had a room to myself at a high school and was working through all the classes. Which cost a bunch of money, but somehow I had that, and it still cost a smaller bunch of money than university, which now makes me want to do some comparative economics because university seems like large money and if boarding school is more then that is a very large money. The economics was relevant even, because once I discovered how many worlds away from home I was, I wanted to go back to visit mum, even though that would mean leaving the deeps of magic behind and going someplace magic probably wouldn't work. So the easiest way back was a train station, so I went there and got in line, but some other people turned out to be there to do armed robbery, so that did not result in a ticket. And they only got these notes that had like a frame with a number in the corner on one side and a black page on the other, because money isn't much use when going between worlds. I don't know what would be. Maybe they used them for personal IOUs? Maybe there was a trick to magicing them to be money? But the guys with the guns had no clue, either, so, that wasn't working well for them.
After that there was trying to fly a drone to follow James Bond home, and crashing it into an electricity substation, blacking out half the town. That was just embarrassing.
And then there was the dream where I was wandering around trying to get home, but I passed a pub called The Naked Nut and went in wondering if Captain Jack Harkness was involved.
As you would.
The Naked Nut would be a perfectly respectable pub name with the right pub sign.
It would be rude to rename an Adam & Eve, especially if it was one of those oldest in town many centuries old places, but, people do, and they try to be funny about it.
They'd converted a place so the outside terrace was a bit more inside now and mostly sold crisps and chips and suchlike, with the alcohols in the inside insides, so it could close in stages. It seemed nice, but also like it would go broke in a year, because who changes their pub habits? Except to not go as much.
Anyway, all of that, the dreams between 0730 and 1230, they weren't any of them the sort I'd bother to call a nightmare. Even the chasing and kidnaps and the armed robbery and so forth. That was just dreams. If I don't wake up scared then it don't count. I only woke up curled up in a ball wondering where the blanket went.
... on reflection it's not actually surprising when I wake up tired.
and now it is 1230 and I feel like I got squashed somehow.
It wasn't even very interesting dreams.
There was a combination alarm clock, radio, lamp, and fan, which had settings so complicated it could summon the dead, and not just for a nice chat.
There was a lady making cobwebs with her boobs. Which I suppose is more logical than the usual fingertip or wrist mounted editions, since it's just a change of recipe, but it doesn't seem quite as useful.
There was a whole chase sequence based around someone wanting my magic, but they went through all my stuff for it, like it was a physical thing, and when I demonstrated it was just something you do then they got all oooooh. I made pretty lights and a different pretty lights, it wasn't very oooooh. I half woke up after that one figuring out what GURPS Magery limitations it would take to make Magery object based and stealable.
Then there was the one where I found out that I'd been travelling between worlds as I went between classes at magic school. It wasn't even magic university, since I was new I just had a room to myself at a high school and was working through all the classes. Which cost a bunch of money, but somehow I had that, and it still cost a smaller bunch of money than university, which now makes me want to do some comparative economics because university seems like large money and if boarding school is more then that is a very large money. The economics was relevant even, because once I discovered how many worlds away from home I was, I wanted to go back to visit mum, even though that would mean leaving the deeps of magic behind and going someplace magic probably wouldn't work. So the easiest way back was a train station, so I went there and got in line, but some other people turned out to be there to do armed robbery, so that did not result in a ticket. And they only got these notes that had like a frame with a number in the corner on one side and a black page on the other, because money isn't much use when going between worlds. I don't know what would be. Maybe they used them for personal IOUs? Maybe there was a trick to magicing them to be money? But the guys with the guns had no clue, either, so, that wasn't working well for them.
After that there was trying to fly a drone to follow James Bond home, and crashing it into an electricity substation, blacking out half the town. That was just embarrassing.
And then there was the dream where I was wandering around trying to get home, but I passed a pub called The Naked Nut and went in wondering if Captain Jack Harkness was involved.
As you would.
The Naked Nut would be a perfectly respectable pub name with the right pub sign.
It would be rude to rename an Adam & Eve, especially if it was one of those oldest in town many centuries old places, but, people do, and they try to be funny about it.
They'd converted a place so the outside terrace was a bit more inside now and mostly sold crisps and chips and suchlike, with the alcohols in the inside insides, so it could close in stages. It seemed nice, but also like it would go broke in a year, because who changes their pub habits? Except to not go as much.
Anyway, all of that, the dreams between 0730 and 1230, they weren't any of them the sort I'd bother to call a nightmare. Even the chasing and kidnaps and the armed robbery and so forth. That was just dreams. If I don't wake up scared then it don't count. I only woke up curled up in a ball wondering where the blanket went.
... on reflection it's not actually surprising when I wake up tired.