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femmealunettes) wrote2009-05-14 03:59 pm
femmealunettes) wrote2009-05-14 03:59 pm
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So I oversleep until 4, and then when I wake up both Twitter and Gmail are down. WHAT THE HELL.
Of course, I had the most complicated and intense dream ever. I can't even remember most of the first half, it involved my brother and a restaurant and a really big house, but eventually it got around to me being in a library, and an old guy who looked suspiciously like Leonard Nimoy asking me a question while I was browsing through sci-fi. His question got me all interested so I started following a trail of books (like, researching and finding and having to find another, not like a trail of breadcrumbs) until I found him again, and by the time I did I got that he'd started a new religion and it made so much sense.
Then there was a big escape thing when people were trying to hunt us all down for believing in the guy's religion, until we found a safe place at the top of 20-foot-tall bookcases. He was talking really fast, telling us all the most important thing we had to believe/do, when a sniper team came in and started shooting, and everyone they shot shattered like porcelain. They got all but four or five of us, and seriously? Mourning so hard in a dream leaves one with a major wake-up headache.
...fuck, now I can't remember the rest. There was something about a big field with lots of flowering trees, for some reason I climbed up a really tall statue in front of a Catholic church.... and Butcher was constantly walking in and out of my dream. No rhyme or reason to cats.
Okay. Now I have fic to finish, have to try and find some way to get my email (is anyone else having problems with gmail?), and... uh, eat cookies.
Of course, I had the most complicated and intense dream ever. I can't even remember most of the first half, it involved my brother and a restaurant and a really big house, but eventually it got around to me being in a library, and an old guy who looked suspiciously like Leonard Nimoy asking me a question while I was browsing through sci-fi. His question got me all interested so I started following a trail of books (like, researching and finding and having to find another, not like a trail of breadcrumbs) until I found him again, and by the time I did I got that he'd started a new religion and it made so much sense.
Then there was a big escape thing when people were trying to hunt us all down for believing in the guy's religion, until we found a safe place at the top of 20-foot-tall bookcases. He was talking really fast, telling us all the most important thing we had to believe/do, when a sniper team came in and started shooting, and everyone they shot shattered like porcelain. They got all but four or five of us, and seriously? Mourning so hard in a dream leaves one with a major wake-up headache.
...fuck, now I can't remember the rest. There was something about a big field with lots of flowering trees, for some reason I climbed up a really tall statue in front of a Catholic church.... and Butcher was constantly walking in and out of my dream. No rhyme or reason to cats.
Okay. Now I have fic to finish, have to try and find some way to get my email (is anyone else having problems with gmail?), and... uh, eat cookies.
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My gmail seems to be working fine as of current. I hope your interwebs are unbroken now!!! <333