I dreamed I was in my childhood home in NC, visiting I hope. The house now belonged to the people we used to rent from and live above here in Rockford. There were penguins wading up to their necks in the water outside the kitchen window, and the daughter took a shower in the downstairs bathroom that left a huge puddle on the floor. The water wouldn't drain properly from the tub. The son told me the house was confusing, but when I told him I missed living there and wished it was mine again, he kind somersaulted up the stairs and said it was cool anyway.

And still behind but moving along: 12756/50000. The villain is skanky.

It may have been that we got back from D&D so late last night. It may have been that what delayed us was a brewing IC conflict between my bard and the security officer on the ship on how their budding young captain should be properly chaperoned. But either way...

Last night I had the strangest dream...

Cantropos, Fluffy and I were making a radio play about Queen Victoria giving a speech at Prince Albert's funeral. I was playing Queen Victoria, my sweetie was helping out and Fluffy was directing. There were tons of other people in the cast. It may have been only the part we were working on had the speech in it. When I woke up I could almost remember the words. We only had one read-through as a rehearsal and then we were supposed to broadcast it live. It wasn't going very well, though I'm not sure what I was doing wrong. It was a vaguely uncomfortable dream, just short of a nightmare, but so very, very vivid.

I need icons, though I may use them more at IJ than LJ. I need another Who icon or two. Maybe one with Martha Jones. And I just realized just how badly I want an Utena icon. I promised myself to go get a Chthulu icon from minviendha just to torment stauffenberg. And I want to find or make something from Le Chevalier D'Eon.

So I was reading Yami no Matsuei off and on for most of yesterday. I felt really groggy and ooky, so I went to bed early. And I had the strangest dreams. It wasn't about YnM precisely. I couldn't say any particular person was there, but everyone dressed like that and was exceptionally pretty. But the dreams eventually devolved into a fairly simple paranoid type plot where we had to get someone terribly important out of a castle and run away very fast.

But there were complications, like apparently I was still in college or something and had to go to class. But eventually the VIP got away, and I was left behind with my friend Osyrys, my cat Percy, and three random heavies in suits. We were waiting in car for some kind of special information the suited men were getting from their instruments. Osyrys was grading papers on the steering wheel and I was trying to get Percy to calm down, threatening him with his harness. When we finally got going we ended up at a trailer park in Scotland.

Very interesting and confusing. And I really hate paranoid dreams.

Saturday night I dreamed I was stung by a scorpion. A few days before that I dreamed I was visiting my high school, where the campus had been alterered so much they'd built a stone cathederal as part of it.

I shouldn't be awake now. I couldn't get back to sleep.

For two successive nights I've dreamed about the B! The feel of the dreams is curiously intimate, not sexual in any way but a feeling of comfort and familiarity that isn't there in life. The space was intimate too, small.

In the first dream we were talking in a very dark-panelled room with thick, grungy carpet. It could have been the study of a larger house or the living room of a small, old apartment. He was wearing only jeans or long pajama bottoms and was stretched out on the carpet while we talked.

The subject was a set of pools or moats. Maybe just pools though they looked like moats. They could be swum in. There was some kind of danger and they needed tending. At least as we discussed them, the mental image stayed outdoors and didn't degenerate into the nightmarish tiled caverns I often dream about as pools. The subject seemed tense, but the tension wasn't between us. And the B!'s eyes are so very blue when he's tanned.

The dream this morning was different. It was still intimate and cramped. There was a 3rd person. I think it was Mike Britt, who used to live across the street from us when I was a child. Not sure. It was someone smallish. The three of us were trying to catch some sleep in the back of a camper van. Just van sized with two long benches for seats/beds. The B! had a bed to himself and me and the other fellow were trying to share the other with our heads at each end and feet in the middle.

I don't know if this failed or it was just time to get up. Then me and the B! were talking about medicines and looking for breakfast.

Not very remarkable dreams really except for the feel of them. Any help here?