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beccaelizabethI had sleep :-)
Now, obviously, I am awake again. :eyeroll:
I had a strange sad sort of dream involving Wesley Wyndham Pryce. It was about misuse of magic as a sort of aphrodisiac+fertility spell to inlfluence inheritance. Dream-Wes was in ahappy stable relationship with a guy and his father had paid to make sure there would be another generation of Wyndham-Pryce and then things got kind of fucked up.
That was a mess.
And then there was a part where people found this house, and there was like a million dollars in a suitcase, and the doors weren't locked and it looked like someone had left in a hurry and there were a whole bunch of different people trying to decide what to do with it. It was kind of like a reality show, but run by organised crime. A bit Satellite 5 in the exit penalties really.
After that there was this bit where I had the best flat in the world. It was kind of like if the Torchwood Hub had been done with daylight lighting in mind, mixed in a bit with that award winning building I saw on a website the other day that has a big smooth cone up the middle, and then having lots and lots of different layers in a spiral around the middle. And decorated in shiny silky fabrics as well as lovely bare wood.
And then used to film Doctor Who. And filled with memorabilia in random corners.
Awesome.
They'd sent someone around to tap dance on all the floors, just on the off chance they needed a floor with a particular sound. A whole file on floor sounds. Cool.
And then there were these stairs that went round in big swoopy spiral and had a handrail but on the other side of that had a big silky red-purple fabric thing where it was all made of like wavey cushiony spikes with rounded bumps between, but you could sit on it and push off and it would let you sliiiiiiide all the way down.
Very cool.
Less cool was the way when I went up there I discovered a structural fault.
By going straight through the floor, of course.
Why my dreams can't just have a lovely bit of architecture and no dramatic climax I don't know.
So there was dangling, and power tools, and being dragged back up, and then being kicked out again. Because I owned it, and I'd started to move stuff in, from the other flat I was staying in that was really kind of tatty, but I'd been leaving it empty for the DW people to film in. Only now when I wanted to use it the floor went crunch.
It had like a dining room that was a balcony, like stuck out from the pillar into space, with little chair sets on it. In the dream this was the coolest eating area ever.
In RL I would run away and hide so fast. I'm not great with heights. I can go there if there isn't a choice but they make my stomach do flipflops.
*sigh*
I'm going to try and sleep some more. I hear there's like a minimum amount of hourse recommended for humans.
Now, obviously, I am awake again. :eyeroll:
I had a strange sad sort of dream involving Wesley Wyndham Pryce. It was about misuse of magic as a sort of aphrodisiac+fertility spell to inlfluence inheritance. Dream-Wes was in a
That was a mess.
And then there was a part where people found this house, and there was like a million dollars in a suitcase, and the doors weren't locked and it looked like someone had left in a hurry and there were a whole bunch of different people trying to decide what to do with it. It was kind of like a reality show, but run by organised crime. A bit Satellite 5 in the exit penalties really.
After that there was this bit where I had the best flat in the world. It was kind of like if the Torchwood Hub had been done with daylight lighting in mind, mixed in a bit with that award winning building I saw on a website the other day that has a big smooth cone up the middle, and then having lots and lots of different layers in a spiral around the middle. And decorated in shiny silky fabrics as well as lovely bare wood.
And then used to film Doctor Who. And filled with memorabilia in random corners.
Awesome.
They'd sent someone around to tap dance on all the floors, just on the off chance they needed a floor with a particular sound. A whole file on floor sounds. Cool.
And then there were these stairs that went round in big swoopy spiral and had a handrail but on the other side of that had a big silky red-purple fabric thing where it was all made of like wavey cushiony spikes with rounded bumps between, but you could sit on it and push off and it would let you sliiiiiiide all the way down.
Very cool.
Less cool was the way when I went up there I discovered a structural fault.
By going straight through the floor, of course.
Why my dreams can't just have a lovely bit of architecture and no dramatic climax I don't know.
So there was dangling, and power tools, and being dragged back up, and then being kicked out again. Because I owned it, and I'd started to move stuff in, from the other flat I was staying in that was really kind of tatty, but I'd been leaving it empty for the DW people to film in. Only now when I wanted to use it the floor went crunch.
It had like a dining room that was a balcony, like stuck out from the pillar into space, with little chair sets on it. In the dream this was the coolest eating area ever.
In RL I would run away and hide so fast. I'm not great with heights. I can go there if there isn't a choice but they make my stomach do flipflops.
*sigh*
I'm going to try and sleep some more. I hear there's like a minimum amount of hourse recommended for humans.