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May. 3rd, 2005 05:21 amI am writing down this dream after four hours' sleep, because that was fucking weird and I don't want to lose it.
For some reason I was married to BUllock, not sure if I was myself or
Martha. And then we were in my home kitchen and I was baking cookies
and Alma Garrett was making... something. And I guess she'd been staying at our house for some time because ... I don't know. She was pregnant, yes, fairly far along. And ... we'd been fighting? Over Bullock? She made a snide comment and I smacked her. Hard. Like, really hard, I could feel it all the way up my shoulder. And I spoke, and it sounded like Miss Isringhausen. Mostly in tone, though. And I said something about all the backbiting and snide remarks stopping, and she was angry but her husband (!) was just conciliatory. And I told him certain facts about her and about what she had done to BUllock (!?!) and he got even more conciliatory. And then he handed BUllock and envelope, shaking, and ... said something. About perhaps this .. making reparations? or explanations? And then I grabbed a letter from Alma's... something. Heh. Maybe it was her corset. And said something about this explaining things more... and then I started to wake up.
Clearly, my brain wanted me to watch Deadwood instead of CSI last night. Or something. Whoa.
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vespurrs, I see ya. I'm ... up far earlier than I should be, but I see ya. Big hugs to you and ... I'll have something vaugely more coherent after I'm more awake. Or at least, had more sleep. Or something.
At any rate. Um. Was going to post for Person There, then shit hit fan, then... bleh. I guess I'll think about dream sequences for him tomorrow/later today when I'm ... not so weirded out by my subconscious.
*totters off to stare at back of eyelids again*
It's times like these I really like the icon
lilithraevyn made for me.
ETA: Still not in bed yet. Not quite sure why. Inertia? Bria, did you know today is Christina Hendricks' birthday?
For some reason I was married to BUllock, not sure if I was myself or
Martha. And then we were in my home kitchen and I was baking cookies
and Alma Garrett was making... something. And I guess she'd been staying at our house for some time because ... I don't know. She was pregnant, yes, fairly far along. And ... we'd been fighting? Over Bullock? She made a snide comment and I smacked her. Hard. Like, really hard, I could feel it all the way up my shoulder. And I spoke, and it sounded like Miss Isringhausen. Mostly in tone, though. And I said something about all the backbiting and snide remarks stopping, and she was angry but her husband (!) was just conciliatory. And I told him certain facts about her and about what she had done to BUllock (!?!) and he got even more conciliatory. And then he handed BUllock and envelope, shaking, and ... said something. About perhaps this .. making reparations? or explanations? And then I grabbed a letter from Alma's... something. Heh. Maybe it was her corset. And said something about this explaining things more... and then I started to wake up.
Clearly, my brain wanted me to watch Deadwood instead of CSI last night. Or something. Whoa.
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At any rate. Um. Was going to post for Person There, then shit hit fan, then... bleh. I guess I'll think about dream sequences for him tomorrow/later today when I'm ... not so weirded out by my subconscious.
*totters off to stare at back of eyelids again*
It's times like these I really like the icon
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ETA: Still not in bed yet. Not quite sure why. Inertia? Bria, did you know today is Christina Hendricks' birthday?