azurelunatic | Dreams on Crack

Dreamed that someone who we allowed into the house made off with my jewelry. Told his friend, who'd been the reason we'd allowed him in (the friend was Rob; Rho from GOA) (he's been showing up in my dreams a lot lately, actually... he looks 'cross between Mr. President and Darkside) who made the dude return the items (amidst much sulkiness).

It was a bus-universe dream, with street crossing. That universe is hotter, as it's based in/on AZ.

Woke to find that Tommy and then Angelica were showing up, and

marxdarx was busy; first Tommy was told to go away, then Angelica had to be told. I hate dealing with little kids who are too young to understand when they're allowed to roam around by themselves.

Evidently

votania found cockroaches in the kitchen. Not my idea of a good time. Marx and Little Fayoumis will be doing some heavy cleaning.

For once, my room is not the Disaster Area and Pit of All Evil. If I clean off that bookshelf, toss some papers, sort some more papers, assemble my dresser, and rearrange the closet a little so I may store the vacuum cleaner and my laundry baskets in there as well (there's the cubage, but not the room right now, if you follow) then my room will be not only presentable, but tidy. Never mind the Highly Symbolic mess on the altar.