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azurelunatic) wrote2013-03-17 01:38 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2013-03-17 01:38 pm
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Dreams:
Those were some interesting dreams.
First, there was some sort of ... field day at the museum? Or something? It seemed to be up on West Ridge. There was a very large tank of water with something taily and jawsome (like an alligator, except more prehistoric and thinner in the snout, and also taller in the back; I think its tail was permanently raised), and then something slithersome and coily, and not as smart. Both were covered in algae. Both were spiny. Both were smiling at me. I was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theferrett, and I was going to go in the tank with them for some Very Good Cause/display of machismo challenge. The zookeeper drained the tank and was hosing the algae off both of them (the "alligator" had white scales; the "boa" had black ones) and talking to them. They both had the light of understanding in their eyes. She told them: "Ferrett is responsible for your safety while he is in there." They grinned wider, not taking their eyes off me. Then she continued: "Just as I am holding you responsible for his while he is in there."
They looked very disappointed in that, as clearly they had been hoping for a toy, and then a snack.
I never did get to find out what happened with that, because I was someone else, and a bunch of girl scouts (except I think they had blue uniforms) had released ferrets into the museum.
Later, there was some sort of writing contest that involved planting things. I was determined to enter, andseananmcgure was entering, and we were trying to schedule some sort of exchange of critiques (which involved our potted plants) and the scheduling on that was horrible, when things shifted, and suddenly I was trying to get back in touch with Queenie (the high school girlfriend I wasn't engaged to) without being all creeper. Through dubious methods of research that any infovore might recognize, I determined that she had married some guy named Kenneth, who in-dream was the little brother of Scotty (a dude I had been wildly unsuccessfully set up with in freshman year by Bugs).
I was in the library (not sure which library, but it was *the* library), "researching", by which I mean on an iPad that in-dream seemed to be mine, trawling Google for blogs mentioning Kenneth and Queenie, to see if there was any information there that I could use to make graceful contact. Just then, Kenneth came in (we had not met before this) and was asking the librarian questions; at about that moment, I found his LJ, where he was talking enthusiastically about forsaking LJ for a new blog site that Seanan had apparently built. In the library, he asked after my Overlady, as he'd wanted to meet her and express his devotion. As my Overlady's assistant, I know her calendar; I mentioned that she was currently busy.
I'm not sure what happened after that, except I woke up.
There was also some thing involving going places on the multilevel arcade-game dream universe, except in the platforms/islands/ice that were out on the ocean, rather than the arcade-game building.
First, there was some sort of ... field day at the museum? Or something? It seemed to be up on West Ridge. There was a very large tank of water with something taily and jawsome (like an alligator, except more prehistoric and thinner in the snout, and also taller in the back; I think its tail was permanently raised), and then something slithersome and coily, and not as smart. Both were covered in algae. Both were spiny. Both were smiling at me. I was
theferrett, and I was going to go in the tank with them for some Very Good Cause/display of machismo challenge. The zookeeper drained the tank and was hosing the algae off both of them (the "alligator" had white scales; the "boa" had black ones) and talking to them. They both had the light of understanding in their eyes. She told them: "Ferrett is responsible for your safety while he is in there." They grinned wider, not taking their eyes off me. Then she continued: "Just as I am holding you responsible for his while he is in there." They looked very disappointed in that, as clearly they had been hoping for a toy, and then a snack.
I never did get to find out what happened with that, because I was someone else, and a bunch of girl scouts (except I think they had blue uniforms) had released ferrets into the museum.
Later, there was some sort of writing contest that involved planting things. I was determined to enter, and
seananmcgure was entering, and we were trying to schedule some sort of exchange of critiques (which involved our potted plants) and the scheduling on that was horrible, when things shifted, and suddenly I was trying to get back in touch with Queenie (the high school girlfriend I wasn't engaged to) without being all creeper. Through dubious methods of research that any infovore might recognize, I determined that she had married some guy named Kenneth, who in-dream was the little brother of Scotty (a dude I had been wildly unsuccessfully set up with in freshman year by Bugs). I was in the library (not sure which library, but it was *the* library), "researching", by which I mean on an iPad that in-dream seemed to be mine, trawling Google for blogs mentioning Kenneth and Queenie, to see if there was any information there that I could use to make graceful contact. Just then, Kenneth came in (we had not met before this) and was asking the librarian questions; at about that moment, I found his LJ, where he was talking enthusiastically about forsaking LJ for a new blog site that Seanan had apparently built. In the library, he asked after my Overlady, as he'd wanted to meet her and express his devotion. As my Overlady's assistant, I know her calendar; I mentioned that she was currently busy.
I'm not sure what happened after that, except I woke up.
There was also some thing involving going places on the multilevel arcade-game dream universe, except in the platforms/islands/ice that were out on the ocean, rather than the arcade-game building.
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