Turning the Dreamtime upside-down

The night before last I dreamed that a demon needed a partner to do magic, and that was me. It was kind of cool, running around after him zapping the people he was hunting, and the whole while my brain was attempting to justify my presence.

So here's how the world worked: Both demons and humans can do magic on their own, but badly. Hugely sucktastic. But if a demon hooks up with a human, they can gestalt their emotive and sexual energy into magical energy. Tenfold multiplication at least. Plus, they can share that magic with their partner.

Demons come out of their spawning pools as female. And the succubus legends come from all those demons learning how to gather sexual energy to make magic. Female form is easier for them to hok sexual partners (and sex energy is easier to draw than emotive energy, apparently.) Once they've learned enough, they can make the change to a male form and go looking for a more long term solution to partnering than the one-night-stand.

Once we'd zapped my demon's foes, I persuaded him that an Olympic swimmer's physique was a good goal to shoot for, and the rest will remain private.

(no subject)

Dru and his soon-to-be-ex-roommate and likely new-girlfriend dropped by my place after sailing tonight to head out to dinner. It's funny - every time I've gone over to Dru's place, she's been out of town or something, so this is the first time I've met her. She's... taller than I expected - every other gf of Dru's I've met, he's topped by a good foot - D's taller than me, and that's new.

She's nice, and put up with our scheming to get our father to *not* vote Republican this year. He's a bit put off by the religion angle, but he's fairly economically conservative, so I've told Dru to lay off the military angle and concentrate on the economy. I know I saw a site in the last couple of months that was a breakdown of economic trends, and the Democrats came out on top, hands down. Must look that up.

I'd been ready to go to bead early last night, but Dad called to talk about the new iMac and Mom bitched about the neverending tv - first Olympics and now the RNC. Her father's been staying with them a month now, and he and Dad have fairly similar viewing tastes, but different timing, so poor Mom, who's not a tv person at all, is going nuts. Plus, she's in a political camp of 'We needed a woman in the White House 4 years ago and I'll be damned if I vote for anything with a Y chromosome' so the RNC? Not so much of the good.

Dad's probably going to finagle a business visit to Olympia in October, which means Mom and likely Poppa will come with. He's damn close to getting a new iMac, too, lucky bastard. I won't get to play with it unless I visit New Mexico. Poop. I hope they manage to move up here soon.

Then Dru soon after I hung up with Mom & Dad. I desperately need a new phone - this one's a cordless, and the battery won't keep a charge - I can't talk for more than an hour before it shuts down on me.