came back home after breakfast and lab and dreamed:

[azurelunatic]

The young Sith Lords in training have tree houses they can defend, and the stairs, at my mother's old friend Mimi's old house, a grand old Alaskan building with solid wood construction and enough nooks to occupy a number of ten-year-olds. They made a chessboard out of molten chocolate. Not enough chocolate chips. I was sent out to get some more?

I was broke wandering about town, having previously done a money spell and closed my wallet and not looked within, Found a "Nifty Stuff" shop that had closed down/were closing down, and tried to dicker the price on a cup down. Opening wallet, I found enough money, more than enough, so paid full price.

We [I alone at first] were wandering about town aimlessly. Same town I was in, in a dream, sometime when teenagewitch was staying here; a modification of the post-railroad university-side side of town, the one with the little teeny mall. Home. Alaska. Odd. And you floated, there....

...but at any rate I met up with Darkside, or rather we did, for I was not alone by then. I had a car. The place had now transmuted to the art/music department parking lot at UAF, the one that it's impossible to find a parking space in, the one almost across from safety& security. Darkside tried to drive my car. Didn't know the lot; drove out over bumpiness. Didn't trust my driving, because he'd never seen me drive? Think so.

Once we got the parking brake on correctly (a good ten, fifteen minute struggle in itself) our mission from the higher-ups was to assassinate Trigun. Vash the Stampede, yup. Paranoid Vash, with an enormous library. It must have been Vash. It had to have been Vash. That's who it felt like.

The library was where we learned that our costumes had to be perfect; this was where I learned that the other woman was to [details of mission] and that Darkside was to help her in this. Or was he? At any rate, the paint, for their job as painters, had been provided, because the guy noticed little details...

My job was, to save the future, to assassinate Spock. Yep. Assassinate Spock. All attempts at a direct fix had gone wrong or been scryed wrong (the tarot deck was most accurate) so my task was to try and assassinate Spock & ... McCoy? .... knowing I'd fail, since History showed them alive today, but to spur them towards taking the right actions to fix the future, which we could not directly intervene in causing ourselves; that was how the past missions had failed.

Then, Darkside (still in his white woirk uniform) and I were in ... a bingo hall? an empty swimming pool with office chairs? Office chairs, and slanted striped floor, and high arched ceiling, so must have been the pool ... and had a chat with someone who may or may not have looked like ras_sinister ... but it was his mind, most clearly. He and Darkside share the Chariot as their most descriptive Tarot card, and my attention was caught between both of them, diverted by the conversations of ras_sinister, but diverted also by Darkside's white uniform, which had come worn and undone at the crotch. I could see skin. I could see more than skin. I was fascinated, but did not feel drawn to touch, not without permission....

I set a balloon free to find my true love, and watched with wide eyes as it sought the ceiling, got caught in an indoor breeze, got sucked to the close wall far above our heads, then deflated enough to fall, bonk, right on top of Darkside's head and into his lap. Eyes round; mouth caught between worlds. He scolded me for being so immature in teasing him. When surprised, my mouth echoes my mother's.

Waking, I wonder which weekend day it is, to allow me to sleep so long, but clothed? Sunday? couldn't be. Oh. Monday. Short lab. Work later. What time?!?!!?? Oh, good. Write down dream, do dishes. Acutally, dishes started first, then the dream -- for I could not afford to lose that state.

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[amberite.livejournal.com]

Wacky!

Last night I had a weird dream that wasn't really much of a dream, but was very weird. After taking a nap, waking up, and lying back down to go to sleep, I heard laughter and voices and a grandfather clock chiming out of tune . . . realized that I was in a half-sleeping state, tried to sit up, couldn't, so woke myself up by speaking. Tried to sleep again, had the same experience again before actually getting it right. Weird.

Anyway, I found a URL you'd probably find amusing . . . Microsith.

[azurelunatic]

Microsith's awesome! ...I think that was how I first discovered TotL... Darkside and I had a delightful morning reading Fear & Loathing in the Millennium Dome out loud in the lab one day...