Three wacky dreams for the price of one.
Jan. 19th, 2005 03:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieSo, last night/this morning was obviously Merv Pumpkinhead pulling overtime for me, because I had not one, but three extremely vivid dreams.
Dream 1: I was looking at my teeth in the mirror and discovered I had cavities in all of them. This is your fault, Dex. ;)
Dream 2: I was in the Barrow St place in Brunswick, with Kielle and Bounce - Kielle was visiting, Bounce lived there, I think. I'd just finished writing this epic original story on the laptop and had handed it off to Kielle to proof read, and the Duran Duran song "Come Undone" was playing repetitively. Actually, that was the name of the story. Wish I could remember what it was about now.
Dream 3: I was at work, clerking for a bunch of Perin matters, when there was a ruckus in the courtroom (I was out in the foyer for some reason). A defendant was going absolutely crazy, and trying to get through the back door where the magistrate comes in. There was a lot of shouting, and then someone came back and told me the defendant was dead, and we'd have to hold off court until someone took away the body.
My brain is weird.
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And a meme, that's nice and easy and doesn't involve lots of brain work on your part. ;)
Sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word.
Then post this sentence in your journal.
Then there's the "What do you think of me, really?" Which I will answer as tactfully as a public servant can, unless you ask me to be completely honest as my scary characterisation powers can be.
Dream 1: I was looking at my teeth in the mirror and discovered I had cavities in all of them. This is your fault, Dex. ;)
Dream 2: I was in the Barrow St place in Brunswick, with Kielle and Bounce - Kielle was visiting, Bounce lived there, I think. I'd just finished writing this epic original story on the laptop and had handed it off to Kielle to proof read, and the Duran Duran song "Come Undone" was playing repetitively. Actually, that was the name of the story. Wish I could remember what it was about now.
Dream 3: I was at work, clerking for a bunch of Perin matters, when there was a ruckus in the courtroom (I was out in the foyer for some reason). A defendant was going absolutely crazy, and trying to get through the back door where the magistrate comes in. There was a lot of shouting, and then someone came back and told me the defendant was dead, and we'd have to hold off court until someone took away the body.
My brain is weird.
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And a meme, that's nice and easy and doesn't involve lots of brain work on your part. ;)
Sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word.
Then post this sentence in your journal.
Then there's the "What do you think of me, really?" Which I will answer as tactfully as a public servant can, unless you ask me to be completely honest as my scary characterisation powers can be.
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Date: 2005-01-18 11:33 pm (UTC)I do find it interesting which words certain people picked - it almost says more about who answered than you. I'm going to go back and check other people's posts to see if this holds true for other people, or just the ones we know.
ps: feel free to tell me anything, but like, since I didn't say shit, it's really not necessary. :D
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Date: 2005-01-19 02:40 am (UTC)Phil and I have talked about this, about friends you can have and not really talk to that often, but when you do, it's like it's only been a couple of days since you last did. You're one of those. Friend for life, no matter how slack I get.
And damn cute too. ;)