Hanging with the Weasley family, which had somehow become combined with Ginger's, in a house that resembled the networking and cabling of this apartment back in the day. Made popcorn. Shamash nested in the sink. There were bunny-cats outside the house. Ginny Weasley (?) had almost miswired the whole thing, and I sent her to the corner and lectured her on the dangers of doing it improperly, and told her that since she'd tried, I would have to teach her the correct way and no excuses.
My breasts both had little candles as symbolic nipples.
The telepathic library, where I was working away and then suddenly everything began to adjust itself without my willing it to be so. After trying to calm my mind and failing to do so, I called emergency, and they said it was someone running a search on a file that was in my mind, and getting caught in there, and wreaking havoc -- but fortunately it was a junk file and they could catch him that way.
Getting picked up from library by bus; losing bus pass, cards from wallet. Going across street into quarantine/bomb shelter the design of which reveals Bush's paranoia/conviction about a nuclear war.
Darkside was in Ashford and/or Ron's class with me, and we were wandering around. We'd been chatting on a number of IM programs. He'd finally been on. Ron had been wondering which girls were on Darkside's mind, and we were trying to read something in Braille off the school room signs. One of the rooms we were investigating was 110 or 111...
My breasts both had little candles as symbolic nipples.
The telepathic library, where I was working away and then suddenly everything began to adjust itself without my willing it to be so. After trying to calm my mind and failing to do so, I called emergency, and they said it was someone running a search on a file that was in my mind, and getting caught in there, and wreaking havoc -- but fortunately it was a junk file and they could catch him that way.
Getting picked up from library by bus; losing bus pass, cards from wallet. Going across street into quarantine/bomb shelter the design of which reveals Bush's paranoia/conviction about a nuclear war.
Darkside was in Ashford and/or Ron's class with me, and we were wandering around. We'd been chatting on a number of IM programs. He'd finally been on. Ron had been wondering which girls were on Darkside's mind, and we were trying to read something in Braille off the school room signs. One of the rooms we were investigating was 110 or 111...