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: 2005-01-19 08:06 am (UTC)As long as you don't piss on my car.
And, whatever you think of me, blahblahblah.
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Date: 2005-01-23 09:19 pm (UTC)It's taken me a while to get to this since the Dex is a complicated individual, at least the one in my head is. Mainly because there's two of you, like Matt. There's Dex, who everyone sees at cons and online, the host, the smartarse, the drunken rogue. Then there's Bryant, who's not as cocky or confident sometimes, but who, on the whole, is the one I prefer to know. Because while Dex can be fun, there's always a sense of falseness to the attitude, a sense of being played. Dex is a shell protecting Bryant, and that I understand, just not that you need to use the shell with me.
You drive me nuts and I love you to death. I think that covers it.