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The Dreaming
Sep. 21st, 2003 12:00 pmDru and I were sleeping in (despite the attempts of the cats to annoy us by yakking and opening the kitchen cabinets).
Right about eleven, my dream switched from this chase dream wherein I was a shapechanger lumped in with humans as the scum of the galaxy (the earth was gassed at one point, to clear the field) and running around killing off the officials who'd killed my people, to being at work. I was busy, and my cellphone rang - it was Kasha, but I couldn't answer it.
I woke from that to hear the house phone ring, and lo and behold, it was Kasha!
I wasn't exactly coherent quite yet. She asked me about my plans, and I said: 'Waking up.' That's as far as I'd gotten. Thankfully, she'll call back later. I added breakfast to the list and just polished that off. Dru wants me to unpack boxen, so he can get another whack at Pharoah.
Right about eleven, my dream switched from this chase dream wherein I was a shapechanger lumped in with humans as the scum of the galaxy (the earth was gassed at one point, to clear the field) and running around killing off the officials who'd killed my people, to being at work. I was busy, and my cellphone rang - it was Kasha, but I couldn't answer it.
I woke from that to hear the house phone ring, and lo and behold, it was Kasha!
I wasn't exactly coherent quite yet. She asked me about my plans, and I said: 'Waking up.' That's as far as I'd gotten. Thankfully, she'll call back later. I added breakfast to the list and just polished that off. Dru wants me to unpack boxen, so he can get another whack at Pharoah.
