Huinesoron

Right at the tail end of last night, I dreamt that my comments in the PPC Board discussion about usernames had led 3 or 4 people to just up and quit. I felt terrible. Except, um... that's not even a discussion we're /having/. So I dunno where that came from.

Earlier, I dreamt the story of how during the space-war, one battlegroup was wargaming. They kept pushing their comms to higher and higher levels, and when they reached Fleet comm levels, they caught the edge of a major engagement by a full Fleet. They used their knowledge to sneak in and turn the tide (helped by realising that the enemy was speaking in Passan, a descendent of Hebrew).

Which is an interesting concept, at least. I'm not sure there's any way to use it in a story, but it's interesting.

(Don't fuss, it's been less than a month.)

Last night I dreamt I was driving along, and saw a rainbow out of the window. And then another, just above it. And a third and fourth overlapping but off to the side, one of which was done out entirely in shades of blue. And a fifth, sixth, and seventh making an overlapping set off in the distance. And at least two more about 120 degrees away from the first one. And, high in the sky, several triangular rainbows.

And as I tried to figure out what combination of weather would lead to all these different effects, I turned to celebestel and said, "I bet a lot of silly people are going to report these as a UFO encounter..."

For the past three nights, my dreams have stuck with me really well. I assume this means I'm coming down with something, but it also means I'd have a lot to say here.

Except... I can't really work up the energy (see: coming down with something). So instead, I'm going to share my notes. I think they're suitably ridiculous.

(Yes, I scribble notes on my phone right after I wake up, with the intent of writing them up later. Don't judge me.)

Sunday Night

Chemical tank. Wood fence. Raptors killed my mother. 9ft raptor. Baby indominus dracorex. Kids & granddad leave.

Yeah, I had a dream where my employer had a site where we'd made water treatment chemicals and dinosaurs. It didn't work out so well.

Monday Night

Weaponised thought behind roadworks. Kraken. Doors, mages, fuzzy toys. House of living (ie, dead) cats.

The kraken was the weaponised thought, and was placed there by the door mages. I, uh, have no idea what's up with the cats.

Tuesday Night

Duel hunted climb ,spinoff, cottagrs ZMAY

I had to give you that one without cleaning it up. ^_^ So it started with a duel between walking tanks, only it turned out it was actually a plan to kill me and use my house in a TV spinoff. Then there were dollshouses in the woods with their lights on... and Theresa May was the one who hunted me down. Sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.

I wonder what I'll end up with tonight...

Once more into the dreamscape, dear friends, once more...!

( Part 1 - Chuff chuff chuff )

And then there was one that was... something about Shakespearean acting, but I can't remember. I think it was kind of surreal, so that's a shame.

Operation: Say a key word and that'll help you remember has failed once again. Woke up in the night with very clear memories of something that would be super-worth writing down, said the key word... and now I can't even remember that. At least I had a later dream which I can remember.

( That's No Peter Cushing )