Dreams

[azurelunatic]

One dream had a rehash of the first Lord of the Rings movie. I was helping pyrogenic french-braid his hair, standing behind him and guiding his hands. Someone recommended a CD that you could get dead-plastic or from iTunes. The recommendation was from grifyn, and she said it was really pretty but far too happyhappyhappy. It was a quintet of monks of some sort, and they were the first group of that sort who'd had all the right voices in that year for some hundreds of years to form that type of group.

There was a weird drivingaroundplaces dream, and there was a mystery, and there were lawyers trying to figure the whole thing out. Meanwhile, metaphorge's son was sitting momentarily in a parked car in his car seat and was wreaking havoc with laundry baskets.

Really. Honestly. Must I check my webmail in my dreams?

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[metaphorge.livejournal.com]

SO what does my son look like?

[azurelunatic]

Dark hair, I think, and around three. His name in the dream was Jacob (which is the name in the waking world of the son of another friend). Quite a bit like the Little Fayoumis, but that's only to be expected in my head. He was bored and wreaking havoc and destruction and making an absolute mess. I think the laundry was clean, too. Was.

[kakodaimon.livejournal.com]

Your pardon,

But I came across one of your posts, and I just wanted to mention that your Steady Freddy icon had me in stitches. Best. Ever.

[azurelunatic]

Thank you! I made it for the Governator kerfuffle. It was a bit of a job, hunting up a proper "just been kicked in the 'nads" expression.