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I'm vaguely creeped out at having dreamed of being entered into a very large bridge event without having been told about it - in my dream, the first I knew about it was when I turned up for my regular weekly game and it was partway through the third session and everyone was angry but no one had called me and my phone was on, I checked, so in my dream I was all "not my fault you idiots" and although they were still angry they didn't get on my case about it after that, and then I played brilliantly but I can't give you any details of the hands because unlike last time I dreamed of bridge, that was fuzzy. Also, my partner changed (from one person I don't play with due to style differences to a person I don't play with because they're in another state) in between one session I played and the next. Except the second session? They (the person I was playing with) were both at the table and not there (because they were in another state) and that existential uncertainty is what I'm pretty sure killed the illusion for me :P
Livejournal says it has been four weeks since I updated. This is probably not going to be much of an update of what has been going on, except to say that Dancemania was fun, my sleeping holiday is fun, and Stomp this weekend will be fun.
I had to write down this morning's dream before I lost it; this is the reason for the post. I had roused at some point and then gone back to sleep. Wherein I dream of the twins; the twins waver in age from two to six depending on how I'm looking at them at the time. They are androgynous, with short-cropped milky blonde hair. They may or may not be mine; the recurring dreams are inconsistent on this point, but I am certainly generally taking care of them for the day. Sometimes there is both of them, sometimes I have lost one and I spend time thinking that I really should be more stressed than I am about having lost one of them. But they are very definitely twins, this is a central point to their self-identity. Even if there is only one, that one is still, always and forever, a twin.
This morning's dream involved soothing them for some reason and putting them to bed in an altered my-parents-family-room. With Clannad playing. On the record player. Which was b0rken. And stressing me out (this is the point at which one of the twins disappeared, and I started getting stressed about not being stressed that one of them had wandered off). Because I was trying to make it play, but the record (floppy and far thinner than an actual one) was too big for the player and was getting caught. Dad eventually came in and fixed it for me (apparently it had been stored improperly) and we got to hear Clannad's "Almost Seems Too Late To Turn" but with one of the gentlemen of the band doing a reading (with visuals like a music video down the hallway) instead of an intro for the music. It was a cool reading, I wish I could remember it.
So I woke up with an earworm. I have tried to dislodge it but it is not moving :P
I had to write down this morning's dream before I lost it; this is the reason for the post. I had roused at some point and then gone back to sleep. Wherein I dream of the twins; the twins waver in age from two to six depending on how I'm looking at them at the time. They are androgynous, with short-cropped milky blonde hair. They may or may not be mine; the recurring dreams are inconsistent on this point, but I am certainly generally taking care of them for the day. Sometimes there is both of them, sometimes I have lost one and I spend time thinking that I really should be more stressed than I am about having lost one of them. But they are very definitely twins, this is a central point to their self-identity. Even if there is only one, that one is still, always and forever, a twin.
This morning's dream involved soothing them for some reason and putting them to bed in an altered my-parents-family-room. With Clannad playing. On the record player. Which was b0rken. And stressing me out (this is the point at which one of the twins disappeared, and I started getting stressed about not being stressed that one of them had wandered off). Because I was trying to make it play, but the record (floppy and far thinner than an actual one) was too big for the player and was getting caught. Dad eventually came in and fixed it for me (apparently it had been stored improperly) and we got to hear Clannad's "Almost Seems Too Late To Turn" but with one of the gentlemen of the band doing a reading (with visuals like a music video down the hallway) instead of an intro for the music. It was a cool reading, I wish I could remember it.
So I woke up with an earworm. I have tried to dislodge it but it is not moving :P
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Last night I lay down for a nap when I got home from work (having turned my computer on). I intended to get up later and have dinner while checking email and so forth.
13.5 hours sleep later and I'm feeling comparatively human.
There may have been an interruption when Bastard got home from training and made the bed around me and put me to bed properly, but that may have been a dream (except I'm fairly sure I lay down to nap on his side of the bed because it had a warm spot where he'd been reading a book, and I woke up this morning on my side of the bed without shoes or jumpers on).
There was also dreaming about being about to make pikelets. Never about the making, or the eating, just repetitively being about to make pikelets in five minutes or so and anticipating the eating thereof.
If Bastard was making pikelets while I was asleep, he'd better have left some for me...
13.5 hours sleep later and I'm feeling comparatively human.
There may have been an interruption when Bastard got home from training and made the bed around me and put me to bed properly, but that may have been a dream (except I'm fairly sure I lay down to nap on his side of the bed because it had a warm spot where he'd been reading a book, and I woke up this morning on my side of the bed without shoes or jumpers on).
There was also dreaming about being about to make pikelets. Never about the making, or the eating, just repetitively being about to make pikelets in five minutes or so and anticipating the eating thereof.
If Bastard was making pikelets while I was asleep, he'd better have left some for me...
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It's an interesting night when your dreams include proprioception used properly in conversation.
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