Life without a Hex Grid

A dream in two parts. The first is my returning to Canada for a second exchange program stint; still with the same hallmates that I had last time. they’re having a welcome and beginning of the year review… all the boring shit. I figure I might as well procrastinate, no reason going there early to be bored out of your minds, right?

But by the time I get there, the meeting is over. as the people disperse, I get dirty looks; they’re not willing to be friendly with someone who is too lazy to come to one lousy meeting. Segue to part two; turns out all my old classmates are here in Canada too.

Continue reading Dream Journal: Scalpel Bunnies

Dream 1:

I’m with Alanna. Some sort of series of event outdoors (contests, outdoor movie watching etc) and it’s very packed. Some Lolis are out (including some with fuzzy bunny ears) but I think me and Alanna are dressed sensibly.

Continue reading Dream Journal: Sean Connery, loli and lots of randomness.

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It turns out that Dream Journals really help your remembering of dreams. I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a dream in my head. Typed it all out to edit this morning. Then I went back to sleep again, with a much weirder, post apocalyptic fallout dream.

Wonder why.

Continue reading Dream Journal 3

I dreamt I was back in army. I was heading down out of camp when I saw the RSO suddenly stopped on his way up. I stopped too then looked around and realized that they were lowering the flag. Stood around at attention until it was over.

Was chiong suaing with Ivory Fox, when suddenly a guy comes up and starts being all chatty and familiar with her. She’s like ‘err who are you?’ And he’s like ‘oh don’t you know?’ Turns out he’s an online Japanese personality, with like chibi mascot versions of him and all. But irl he’s all boring and kinda gross, with mousey dyed golden brown explodey hair and a pretty bad complexion. I think she was a fan of his online personality… but not anymore, haha.

Then there was one about me looking for things on Spring with my old Prof dropping by. Feelings of guilt over procrastination abounded.

I wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot and bothered. And then go back to sleep. That’s when it gets weird.

These are all just dream fragments btw.

I have small octopus, about the size of my palm. It is a strange little thing, jumping out of the jam jar that I use as it’s residence, doing little pirouettes. I worry about it suffocating in air, but it seems to do just fine. At one point it starts nibbling at me, and I take it as sign that I should feed it. I run around the house looking for some fish or the like, but I don’t find any food. No raw fish, not even fish cake. I think I find some bread, but bread is not octopus food.

I am late for school. Like secondary or jc. There’s something about multiple routes there, either by bus or other means, but I end up walking there from a place that isn’t my home. I’m late for class, and I have no idea where my class is. I spend a period or two being lost, and finally find the class and sit down. My clasmates make some jibe about me and my tardiness.

I am in a church. Jovita is there. He shows me how he has a little headphone extension/adaptor. His current set of headphones is too short and it can’t plug into the front pew without the extension. Well, he can, but he has to crane his body forward, which is stupid to do during the daily services.

I am in an office. There is an interview going on. Is it me doing the interview? The person being interviewed is a businessman, but is also a secret supervillain, part lex luthor part Flash. He says something about how people succeed if they put their minds to it, and how science can conquer everything.

I have another pet. This time it is a small yellow fish, which can strangely survive out of water. It has to be part piranha though, because it’s hungry and always biting me. The octopus bit me before, but it was play bites, and never drew blood. This guy actually manages to almost carve a small (quarter fingernail size) chunk out of the webbing between my right thumb and forefinger. I also can’t find any food for the fish, and so resort to trying to pry the bit of flesh out to sate the fish so I don’t get bit again.

I miss my octopus.