sandmansister: (Death - Come to me)
So I've had 2 zombie dreams in the last 24 hours. I don't usually remember my dreams, so that's extra weird.

First was quick. My guppies all died a couple weeks ago, and one of them resurrected. Zombie guppy! Aaaaugh! Except that was kind of it. He was just eating the body of one of the other guppies. I mean, I may be old and slow but I'm pretty sure a 1/10 ounce fish isn't a threat...

The second dream was during a nap this afternoon. As usual, I don't remember how the scene in the dream started, but it was night. I was at this old country house. Looked like somewhere in the Hill Country.

Anyway, I was there with some folks. No idea who. But this older guy we knew, like someone from in town, had turned. But it was a slow zombifying process which started with a bit of aggression and dementia and then would result in full-blown zombies. So the new ones could, like, strategize and stuff.

So Old Town Guy (who must have been a mechanic or something, he had on a pair of coveralls) came to the house and cut off all communication. He snagged cell phones and was trying to round a couple of us up. Not sure if we were food, potential new zombies or what.

Then Katrina and someone else showed up. I think she was bringing over yummy jam or something (?!?) but for some reason, he wasn't threatened by her. I realized that since we spent a good amount of time together I could probably tell her what was wrong and ask her to get help in a code that would make sense to her, but sound normal to anyone listening in.

I don't remember what I said (maybe something akin to "Cake or death?"), but she got the message. Yay Katrina!

Then there was another bit of rumpus, like someone tried to escape or something. But he never caught on to our scheme. I remember the view from the front porch. We were on top of a hill and the skies were a shade of plum so dark they were almost black, and the few sodium streetlights cast this faint orange glow. But there were all the stars of a remote Texas place. If I weren't worried about turning into zombie chow, I'd have really enjoyed the moment.

I don't remember if the day was saved, or anything. I woke up.

But two zombie dreams in a short time span for someone who doesn't remember dreams? That seems weird to me.
sandmansister: (Death - Come to me)
So I've had 2 zombie dreams in the last 24 hours. I don't usually remember my dreams, so that's extra weird.

First was quick. My guppies all died a couple weeks ago, and one of them resurrected. Zombie guppy! Aaaaugh! Except that was kind of it. He was just eating the body of one of the other guppies. I mean, I may be old and slow but I'm pretty sure a 1/10 ounce fish isn't a threat...

The second dream was during a nap this afternoon. As usual, I don't remember how the scene in the dream started, but it was night. I was at this old country house. Looked like somewhere in the Hill Country.

Anyway, I was there with some folks. No idea who. But this older guy we knew, like someone from in town, had turned. But it was a slow zombifying process which started with a bit of aggression and dementia and then would result in full-blown zombies. So the new ones could, like, strategize and stuff.

So Old Town Guy (who must have been a mechanic or something, he had on a pair of coveralls) came to the house and cut off all communication. He snagged cell phones and was trying to round a couple of us up. Not sure if we were food, potential new zombies or what.

Then Katrina and someone else showed up. I think she was bringing over yummy jam or something (?!?) but for some reason, he wasn't threatened by her. I realized that since we spent a good amount of time together I could probably tell her what was wrong and ask her to get help in a code that would make sense to her, but sound normal to anyone listening in.

I don't remember what I said (maybe something akin to "Cake or death?"), but she got the message. Yay Katrina!

Then there was another bit of rumpus, like someone tried to escape or something. But he never caught on to our scheme. I remember the view from the front porch. We were on top of a hill and the skies were a shade of plum so dark they were almost black, and the few sodium streetlights cast this faint orange glow. But there were all the stars of a remote Texas place. If I weren't worried about turning into zombie chow, I'd have really enjoyed the moment.

I don't remember if the day was saved, or anything. I woke up.

But two zombie dreams in a short time span for someone who doesn't remember dreams? That seems weird to me.
sandmansister: (Death - Come to me)
So I've had 2 zombie dreams in the last 24 hours. I don't usually remember my dreams, so that's extra weird.

First was quick. My guppies all died a couple weeks ago, and one of them resurrected. Zombie guppy! Aaaaugh! Except that was kind of it. He was just eating the body of one of the other guppies. I mean, I may be old and slow but I'm pretty sure a 1/10 ounce fish isn't a threat...

The second dream was during a nap this afternoon. As usual, I don't remember how the scene in the dream started, but it was night. I was at this old country house. Looked like somewhere in the Hill Country.

Anyway, I was there with some folks. No idea who. But this older guy we knew, like someone from in town, had turned. But it was a slow zombifying process which started with a bit of aggression and dementia and then would result in full-blown zombies. So the new ones could, like, strategize and stuff.

So Old Town Guy (who must have been a mechanic or something, he had on a pair of coveralls) came to the house and cut off all communication. He snagged cell phones and was trying to round a couple of us up. Not sure if we were food, potential new zombies or what.

Then Katrina and someone else showed up. I think she was bringing over yummy jam or something (?!?) but for some reason, he wasn't threatened by her. I realized that since we spent a good amount of time together I could probably tell her what was wrong and ask her to get help in a code that would make sense to her, but sound normal to anyone listening in.

I don't remember what I said (maybe something akin to "Cake or death?"), but she got the message. Yay Katrina!

Then there was another bit of rumpus, like someone tried to escape or something. But he never caught on to our scheme. I remember the view from the front porch. We were on top of a hill and the skies were a shade of plum so dark they were almost black, and the few sodium streetlights cast this faint orange glow. But there were all the stars of a remote Texas place. If I weren't worried about turning into zombie chow, I'd have really enjoyed the moment.

I don't remember if the day was saved, or anything. I woke up.

But two zombie dreams in a short time span for someone who doesn't remember dreams? That seems weird to me.
sandmansister: (Death - Come to me)
So I've had 2 zombie dreams in the last 24 hours. I don't usually remember my dreams, so that's extra weird.

First was quick. My guppies all died a couple weeks ago, and one of them resurrected. Zombie guppy! Aaaaugh! Except that was kind of it. He was just eating the body of one of the other guppies. I mean, I may be old and slow but I'm pretty sure a 1/10 ounce fish isn't a threat...

The second dream was during a nap this afternoon. As usual, I don't remember how the scene in the dream started, but it was night. I was at this old country house. Looked like somewhere in the Hill Country.

Anyway, I was there with some folks. No idea who. But this older guy we knew, like someone from in town, had turned. But it was a slow zombifying process which started with a bit of aggression and dementia and then would result in full-blown zombies. So the new ones could, like, strategize and stuff.

So Old Town Guy (who must have been a mechanic or something, he had on a pair of coveralls) came to the house and cut off all communication. He snagged cell phones and was trying to round a couple of us up. Not sure if we were food, potential new zombies or what.

Then Katrina and someone else showed up. I think she was bringing over yummy jam or something (?!?) but for some reason, he wasn't threatened by her. I realized that since we spent a good amount of time together I could probably tell her what was wrong and ask her to get help in a code that would make sense to her, but sound normal to anyone listening in.

I don't remember what I said (maybe something akin to "Cake or death?"), but she got the message. Yay Katrina!

Then there was another bit of rumpus, like someone tried to escape or something. But he never caught on to our scheme. I remember the view from the front porch. We were on top of a hill and the skies were a shade of plum so dark they were almost black, and the few sodium streetlights cast this faint orange glow. But there were all the stars of a remote Texas place. If I weren't worried about turning into zombie chow, I'd have really enjoyed the moment.

I don't remember if the day was saved, or anything. I woke up.

But two zombie dreams in a short time span for someone who doesn't remember dreams? That seems weird to me.
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
... "I actually remembered a dream" is a more accurate statement. I tend to sleep pretty soundly, which is a big "Yay!" However, this means that unless I wake up right in the middle of a dream, I have no recall. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

ANYhoo... this brief snippet amused me so much that I had to share. As with most dreams, there was more to my feelings/reactions in the dream regarding what happened than actual Stuff Taking Place.

Don't know where was I other than Generic Haunted House (by that I mean a real haunt site, not one constructed/worked by folks I know for the sake of fun and profit). The story as I understood it: the haunter was a turn-of-the-last-century woman who died an old maid at the ripe old age of 35. My impression was that her unweddedness (is that a word?) made her kind of batty, driving her to a tragic end. This made her a little batty and a lot mean post-mortem. Of course, in the way that dreams work, I just had all this in my head; I don't know how I knew.

So I'm facing a wall, and I see a spectral shadow creeping closer, like she's trying to surprise me from behind to wreak some sort of malfeasance. I'm apparently having none of this! I think to myself, "Unmarried at 35 is scary? I'm 40 and never wed—that makes me the scary one!"

I promptly turned around, made a scary face and "Boo!"-ed the hapless ghost, who fled immediately.

*kisses the biceps—mwah!*
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
... "I actually remembered a dream" is a more accurate statement. I tend to sleep pretty soundly, which is a big "Yay!" However, this means that unless I wake up right in the middle of a dream, I have no recall. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

ANYhoo... this brief snippet amused me so much that I had to share. As with most dreams, there was more to my feelings/reactions in the dream regarding what happened than actual Stuff Taking Place.

Don't know where was I other than Generic Haunted House (by that I mean a real haunt site, not one constructed/worked by folks I know for the sake of fun and profit). The story as I understood it: the haunter was a turn-of-the-last-century woman who died an old maid at the ripe old age of 35. My impression was that her unweddedness (is that a word?) made her kind of batty, driving her to a tragic end. This made her a little batty and a lot mean post-mortem. Of course, in the way that dreams work, I just had all this in my head; I don't know how I knew.

So I'm facing a wall, and I see a spectral shadow creeping closer, like she's trying to surprise me from behind to wreak some sort of malfeasance. I'm apparently having none of this! I think to myself, "Unmarried at 35 is scary? I'm 40 and never wed—that makes me the scary one!"

I promptly turned around, made a scary face and "Boo!"-ed the hapless ghost, who fled immediately.

*kisses the biceps—mwah!*
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
... "I actually remembered a dream" is a more accurate statement. I tend to sleep pretty soundly, which is a big "Yay!" However, this means that unless I wake up right in the middle of a dream, I have no recall. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

ANYhoo... this brief snippet amused me so much that I had to share. As with most dreams, there was more to my feelings/reactions in the dream regarding what happened than actual Stuff Taking Place.

Don't know where was I other than Generic Haunted House (by that I mean a real haunt site, not one constructed/worked by folks I know for the sake of fun and profit). The story as I understood it: the haunter was a turn-of-the-last-century woman who died an old maid at the ripe old age of 35. My impression was that her unweddedness (is that a word?) made her kind of batty, driving her to a tragic end. This made her a little batty and a lot mean post-mortem. Of course, in the way that dreams work, I just had all this in my head; I don't know how I knew.

So I'm facing a wall, and I see a spectral shadow creeping closer, like she's trying to surprise me from behind to wreak some sort of malfeasance. I'm apparently having none of this! I think to myself, "Unmarried at 35 is scary? I'm 40 and never wed—that makes me the scary one!"

I promptly turned around, made a scary face and "Boo!"-ed the hapless ghost, who fled immediately.

*kisses the biceps—mwah!*
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
... "I actually remembered a dream" is a more accurate statement. I tend to sleep pretty soundly, which is a big "Yay!" However, this means that unless I wake up right in the middle of a dream, I have no recall. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

ANYhoo... this brief snippet amused me so much that I had to share. As with most dreams, there was more to my feelings/reactions in the dream regarding what happened than actual Stuff Taking Place.

Don't know where was I other than Generic Haunted House (by that I mean a real haunt site, not one constructed/worked by folks I know for the sake of fun and profit). The story as I understood it: the haunter was a turn-of-the-last-century woman who died an old maid at the ripe old age of 35. My impression was that her unweddedness (is that a word?) made her kind of batty, driving her to a tragic end. This made her a little batty and a lot mean post-mortem. Of course, in the way that dreams work, I just had all this in my head; I don't know how I knew.

So I'm facing a wall, and I see a spectral shadow creeping closer, like she's trying to surprise me from behind to wreak some sort of malfeasance. I'm apparently having none of this! I think to myself, "Unmarried at 35 is scary? I'm 40 and never wed—that makes me the scary one!"

I promptly turned around, made a scary face and "Boo!"-ed the hapless ghost, who fled immediately.

*kisses the biceps—mwah!*
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
I don't normally remember my dreams at all, but the jist of this morning's was so quirky and funny that I did... I don't remember a lot of the details, but the premise is too funny not to share.

I don't know why, and I don't remember who I was with—another female, but I don't think it was my sister—but we were home alone. Apparently, even though it was a present day dream, this was a problem. So we had someone coming to look after us.

And apparently, Eddie Izzard was just the man for the job.

In the dream I kept thinking, "I have GOT to tell [livejournal.com profile] lebean!" I don't know why that was imperative, but it just was.

Then in between bouts of slap and tickle with my snooze button, I drifted off again and dreamed that I was remembering the dream and still having to post/share with [livejournal.com profile] lebean.

And now, the sad truth hits me—I have no Eddie icons to with which to adorn this post. Sad tart is sad.

But the sadness is at least partially mitigated by my lovely cup of Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea. Glad tart is glad.
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
I don't normally remember my dreams at all, but the jist of this morning's was so quirky and funny that I did... I don't remember a lot of the details, but the premise is too funny not to share.

I don't know why, and I don't remember who I was with—another female, but I don't think it was my sister—but we were home alone. Apparently, even though it was a present day dream, this was a problem. So we had someone coming to look after us.

And apparently, Eddie Izzard was just the man for the job.

In the dream I kept thinking, "I have GOT to tell [livejournal.com profile] lebean!" I don't know why that was imperative, but it just was.

Then in between bouts of slap and tickle with my snooze button, I drifted off again and dreamed that I was remembering the dream and still having to post/share with [livejournal.com profile] lebean.

And now, the sad truth hits me—I have no Eddie icons to with which to adorn this post. Sad tart is sad.

But the sadness is at least partially mitigated by my lovely cup of Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea. Glad tart is glad.
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
I don't normally remember my dreams at all, but the jist of this morning's was so quirky and funny that I did... I don't remember a lot of the details, but the premise is too funny not to share.

I don't know why, and I don't remember who I was with—another female, but I don't think it was my sister—but we were home alone. Apparently, even though it was a present day dream, this was a problem. So we had someone coming to look after us.

And apparently, Eddie Izzard was just the man for the job.

In the dream I kept thinking, "I have GOT to tell [livejournal.com profile] lebean!" I don't know why that was imperative, but it just was.

Then in between bouts of slap and tickle with my snooze button, I drifted off again and dreamed that I was remembering the dream and still having to post/share with [livejournal.com profile] lebean.

And now, the sad truth hits me—I have no Eddie icons to with which to adorn this post. Sad tart is sad.

But the sadness is at least partially mitigated by my lovely cup of Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea. Glad tart is glad.
sandmansister: (Farscape - Chiana/Strange little girl)
I don't normally remember my dreams at all, but the jist of this morning's was so quirky and funny that I did... I don't remember a lot of the details, but the premise is too funny not to share.

I don't know why, and I don't remember who I was with—another female, but I don't think it was my sister—but we were home alone. Apparently, even though it was a present day dream, this was a problem. So we had someone coming to look after us.

And apparently, Eddie Izzard was just the man for the job.

In the dream I kept thinking, "I have GOT to tell [livejournal.com profile] lebean!" I don't know why that was imperative, but it just was.

Then in between bouts of slap and tickle with my snooze button, I drifted off again and dreamed that I was remembering the dream and still having to post/share with [livejournal.com profile] lebean.

And now, the sad truth hits me—I have no Eddie icons to with which to adorn this post. Sad tart is sad.

But the sadness is at least partially mitigated by my lovely cup of Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea. Glad tart is glad.
sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.
sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.
sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.
sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.
sandmansister: (PotC Deep Thought)
On my way home, I heard a very disturbing thing on an ad for Six Flags over Tejas. I hoped I was simply a bit faint from hunger, causing auditory hallucinations.

No such luck.

Apparently there is a kids' ride called - I shit you negative - The Batwing.

My ickle pea brain was immediately inundated with images of [livejournal.com profile] budrospadre (grinning maniacally, of course), and frightened screams of children everywhere.



Why do I picture [livejournal.com profile] nostradomnatrix laughing until a little pee comes out? Oh, that's right... because she's a good friend and wouldn't want me to be the only one who's pee-enhanced.




In other news, I actually remembered a snippet of a dream this morning. Why my brain would want me to remember a very loving, intense relationship with John Stamos, though, is beyond me.
sandmansister: (PotC Deep Thought)
On my way home, I heard a very disturbing thing on an ad for Six Flags over Tejas. I hoped I was simply a bit faint from hunger, causing auditory hallucinations.

No such luck.

Apparently there is a kids' ride called - I shit you negative - The Batwing.

My ickle pea brain was immediately inundated with images of [livejournal.com profile] budrospadre (grinning maniacally, of course), and frightened screams of children everywhere.



Why do I picture [livejournal.com profile] nostradomnatrix laughing until a little pee comes out? Oh, that's right... because she's a good friend and wouldn't want me to be the only one who's pee-enhanced.




In other news, I actually remembered a snippet of a dream this morning. Why my brain would want me to remember a very loving, intense relationship with John Stamos, though, is beyond me.
sandmansister: (PotC Deep Thought)
On my way home, I heard a very disturbing thing on an ad for Six Flags over Tejas. I hoped I was simply a bit faint from hunger, causing auditory hallucinations.

No such luck.

Apparently there is a kids' ride called - I shit you negative - The Batwing.

My ickle pea brain was immediately inundated with images of [livejournal.com profile] budrospadre (grinning maniacally, of course), and frightened screams of children everywhere.



Why do I picture [livejournal.com profile] nostradomnatrix laughing until a little pee comes out? Oh, that's right... because she's a good friend and wouldn't want me to be the only one who's pee-enhanced.




In other news, I actually remembered a snippet of a dream this morning. Why my brain would want me to remember a very loving, intense relationship with John Stamos, though, is beyond me.

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