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I've had a few memorable dreams, mostly weird ones (my boss backing over a gorilla in the parking garage we don't have at work being one) and a lot of the time I don't know where my subconscious comes up with the stuff. Last night's dream, though, I think I can piece together.
The world was ending, we all knew that (it is 2012, I'll be happy on December 22 when we can finally stop hearing about it) and we were pretty sure it was going to be a massive flood (it was storming and training last night). I was in the attic of an old house, the kind packed with weird antiquities. Also there were the guys from Top Gear (that's what I fell asleep watching). Everyone was a little surprised I hadn't finished the book I was reading, because, hello, end of the world. The water started to rise and when it was chin-high I handed out clumps of yarn smooshed together to look like sushi rolls that somehow morphed into edible cupcake-like things (because, obviously, I'd rather ready a cupcake as I'll drowning). And as we were eating them and the water was rising, I decided to go to sleep (it was late, I believe we were actually siting in candlelight).
The next morning (in the dream) I wake up and the house is dry, I go down the hall and down the stairs and everything seems fine. But the dream ends with me, still reading the book, as I'm walking towards the parking lot the next afternoon for another "the world is going to end" get-together (which I think speaks volumes about my opinion of doomsdayers - not that the world won't some day end, or that you shouldn't be prepared for natural disasters, but...).
I have a lot of comments to catch up on, I haven't forgotten you, but I really must do some work now (I know, terribly unfair!). I will try to catch up some at lunch, if not, after bellydance class tonight!
The world was ending, we all knew that (it is 2012, I'll be happy on December 22 when we can finally stop hearing about it) and we were pretty sure it was going to be a massive flood (it was storming and training last night). I was in the attic of an old house, the kind packed with weird antiquities. Also there were the guys from Top Gear (that's what I fell asleep watching). Everyone was a little surprised I hadn't finished the book I was reading, because, hello, end of the world. The water started to rise and when it was chin-high I handed out clumps of yarn smooshed together to look like sushi rolls that somehow morphed into edible cupcake-like things (because, obviously, I'd rather ready a cupcake as I'll drowning). And as we were eating them and the water was rising, I decided to go to sleep (it was late, I believe we were actually siting in candlelight).
The next morning (in the dream) I wake up and the house is dry, I go down the hall and down the stairs and everything seems fine. But the dream ends with me, still reading the book, as I'm walking towards the parking lot the next afternoon for another "the world is going to end" get-together (which I think speaks volumes about my opinion of doomsdayers - not that the world won't some day end, or that you shouldn't be prepared for natural disasters, but...).
I have a lot of comments to catch up on, I haven't forgotten you, but I really must do some work now (I know, terribly unfair!). I will try to catch up some at lunch, if not, after bellydance class tonight!