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More sun - not quite the sprawl of yester-afternoon, but a nice brief bit of sunshine after last night's rain had dried up. It couldn't have been more than forty minutes, but it was still sun.
And then some Krycek fic, and rediscovering a cool XF/OAT author, [Sylvia], and thence into Eroica fic until now - I'm stopping in the middle of a series because I'm yawning fit to crack my skull open and it really is a work night. I say that enough times and Ill convince myself, I'm sure.

Waking dreams

Most of the time, lucid dreaming is a goal for early mornings - while the alarm clock is faintly humming with a waking white noise, and I don't have to get up quite yet.

It's a goal that isn't always realized. Mornings like this, the dream takes over:

I'm a little Sith Lord,
Short and lean,
Not a bit of courtesy,
Just a lot of mean.

And Kronos tries to win back his bonded mate, Obi-Wan by slaughtering Lego Stormtroopers, and the XMen storm Kansas for reasons known only to the guy in the chair.