Sleepwalking: Time

This wasn't exactly the deep-sleep sleepwalking I've been doing, because I remember what happened. It was more like, confused-sleepy-walking around. I guess I'm including it in category 1 sleepwalking.

I sat up. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 12:56. Four minutes until one o'clock. It was in my head that it was against the law for me to allow myself to go back to sleep until it was one o'clock exactly. I needed four minutes.
I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and brought back the box of tissues. I placed four tissues on top of the clock: one for each minute.
I knew that that had done the trick, and I was allowed to go back to sleep.

I remember that making sense very clearly. It took me a few minutes in the morning to remember why I had tissues on my alarm clock.

Dream: Orgasmic Pears

This was a dream I had a few years ago, and posted on my livejournal. I ran across it randomly the other day.

I dreamed I was a forest nymph. I lived in a forest where the trees were amazingly large. They were 500 feet tall, and sometimes 50 feet in diameter. On all of these trees grew magic pears. For nymphs, these pears were perfect sustenance, but nothing more special than that. It was only thing I needed to live. But if a human wandered into this forest and ate from a pear, they would be overwhelmed with ecstasy and orgasms that lasted for days.
Needless to say, the human would never want to leave the forest and would eventually die of starvation, as the pears did not have any nutrients for humans.

My forest was in danger. Some of the trees were dying. I was a young nymph, and naive, but I took it upon myself to leave the forest and find out how to save it. All the other nymphs warned me that every nymph who has left the forest never came back, and were presumed to be dead. I took my chances and ventured into the human world.

But when I got to the world of humans, I realized that all the pears that I had taken with me had turned into ordinary pears. There was no longer anything magical about them, and they could not sustain me.

So, in order to live, I had to have sex. Sex was somehow equivalent to the magic pears, and could sustain me. I had to sleep with someone two to three times daily in order to survive.


I don't have a lot of sexual dreams in general. And I certainly don't post them here. But this one was too funny, and plot oriented not to mention.
Sex pears. Sounds like a great idea to me.

Happy Birthday to Me!

I dreamed NOTHING last night. And I slept all night without waking up once.

o_o


I think this has happened to me maybe five times in my entire life. It's almost freaky when it happens. I'm usually very aware of time passing over the course of the night, because I wake up every hour or so. (which is probably why I remember my dreams so well.)
But when I sleep through the night, it feels like I traveled through time! It's suddenly 8 hours in the future!

Complete lack of dreaming is almost as note-worthy for me as my dreams are, just by its rarity.
I was well rested when I woke up. And I think it was the Universe's present to me for my birthday today. Thank you, Universe. ^_^

Nightmare of the Short and Horrible Kind.

Straight-forward category 2. Very unpleasant!

I dreamed I walked home from school in the snow. This wasn't far from the truth, as yesterday I walked home from my friends house and I was freezing when I got home.
In the dream, when I arrived I had icicles hanging off of my hair. My roommates were home, but I had more roommates than in real life. Ashley, Anjin, Chris, Julian, Catheryne, Mark and John were all my roommates.

They saw how cold I was, and suggested I use their new warming-up technique. I had a bad feeling about it, so I said no thank you. I was immediately seized by all of them, and dragged kicking and screaming over to the microwave.

The microwave had a hole on the front of it. They forcibly stuck my arm in it, and the hole closed up vacuum-tight around my arm.
"How cold are you, Lizzy? 1 minute cold or 5 minute cold?" asked Anjin.
"I'm not cold anymore! I'm perfectly warm now! Please don't!" I screamed. All 7 of them were holding on to me. I couldn't move.
"You're shivering, Lizzy. I think she's 5 minute cold." said Ashley.

They smiled as they pushed the 5 minute button. My arm immediately grew extremely hot, then started to swell excruciatingly. Then my arm exploded.

I screamed and woke up. I sat up for a long time, looking around in horror, holding my arm. All morning I've been shuddering when I think about it.
I hate nightmares.

Dream: A Saint He Isn't

I dreamed that I was the personification of the Christmas spirit. Contained within me was all the magic of the Christmas season. I was the property of Saint Nicolas. The problem was, I didn't like him. I thought he was a jerk. He treated me like property, and I had no freedom. I had to stay by his side almost at all times, especially in the winter.

I resented my enslavement. I mocked him often. I teased that he was just a sicko that was obsessed with the possibility of being caught breaking into people's houses. I accused him of getting a some sort of sick high from taking risks, like trusting deer to pull him through the air.
I told him there was a word for people like him.
He just told me to shut it.

Dream: Paying the Toll

This dream was set sometime in the future. I dreamed that earth was imploding, and the inhabitants had an estimated seven years to evacuate. The logistics of this was a problem of unthinkable proportions. How do you evacuate so many people, in so little time. Where can they go if they do leave? The space stations could only support a very small number. Most of the worlds leaders had been sent there right away, and they were making decisions from afar.

There had been two planets in the galaxy next to ours that had been discovered to have earth-like atmospheric conditions. They had been cultivating these planets for the past decade, but it was not nearly ready for so many inhabitants.

The leaders decided, however, that it was the only viable option. They began to send large passenger ships to the new planets. The ships could each hold approximately ten thousand people each. It took about a month for a ship to reach either of the planets. Seven years was not nearly enough time to evacuate everyone. They were trying to build more ships as fast as possible, but it was looking futile.

It was a very controversial subject on Earth, of course. Americans and other rich countries were being evacuated first. It was a mandatory evacuation, but there were millions of people all over the world who refused to go because they did not believe that the Earth was in danger. How do you enforce a mandatory evacuation when there wasn't enough time to evacuate everyone anyway. Tragedy was inevitable.

Once in a while, for no reason that anyone was able to figure out, one of the ships would explode at the halfway point between Earth and the new planets. Ten thousand people would be lost in a huge, blue explosion. Engineers couldn't explain it. It was a terrible risk you had to take in the evacuation process.

I was very much like myself in this dream. I was a 20-something year old girl. (but I looked different, and had a different name. I can't remember what it was. Emily maybe.) I was being evacuated on one of the ships. I was terrified, and in deep mourning for what we were losing.So much history!
I had to fly to Italy to take a small craft to the larger passenger ship. (the larger ships never docked on Earth.)
There was a launching station just outside Rome. As I was taking off, I could see all the Roman buildings -the colosseum, the Vatican, all the museums etc. I started to cry for the loss of them. I thought about how my future children would not know Earth. I thought about how once our generations died out, Earth would be forgotten.

Once on the passenger ship, I was put into a sleep stasus for the journey.

In the dream, I woke, gasping. My entire body ached. I lay in my sleep pod shaking until I could breath properly. Where were we? Had we arrived?

I got up and wandered around. Other people were waking, gasping and sweating. There were others milling around, confused. There were supposed to be attendants helping us when we woke up from our stasus. I wandered until I came to an observation room. All I saw out the windows was blackness and stars. It looked like we had not yet reached the new planet, but that couldn't be possible.

The ship was crescent shaped. The room I was in was on the far right side. Through the windows, I could see the rest of the ship. As I watched, in the very center of the crescent there was a strange blue light, glowing, getting larger. It began to spread in all directions, engulfing the ship. I realized the ship was exploding.

I stood there frozen. There was nothing I could do. I was going to die. I was distantly aware of the people around me screaming as I was engulfed in blue fire.

...

Still dreaming, I awoke, gasping and shaking once more. It took a very long time before I gained control of my senses. My vision, which was bright white and blurry, began to clear. Slowly,

I sat up. I was sitting in the middle of what looked like a thousand bodies lying everywhere. I was in shock, and hardly registered the horror of this sight as I stared at them dully. My memories started to come back. Evacuation. Waking up on the ship. Blue fire. Explosion. Death.

I looked around more carefully. I was in a gigantic room. The distant walls seemed to be made of blue fire. I looked again at the bodies around me, and realized they were not dead after all. They were only unconscious, as presumably I had been moments ago. I saw that across the gigantic room were about 500 people walking around, talking, crying, arguing. I walked towards them.

When I had almost reached them, I heard a whimpering coming from my left. I looked and saw a man sitting by himself, rocking back and forth, crying:
"It wasn't supposed to be like this.... Mistake...They got the wrong ship... Mistake! ..I'm not supposed to be here! ...Not part of the plan!"
He turned to me, pale and wide eyed. He was in shock, and I listened to his ramblings. He told me how he was a government official, part of the very few who knew the full truth.

The government had been contacted by an alien race.
"Terrible beings. Just terrible," he kept saying.
The aliens had told the leaders that the people of Earth were unauthorized to cross the boundary between galexies, as it was Their territory. They would allow the Earth ships to pass through that part of space if the leaders would agree to pay a toll. One ship out of every 500 to cross the boundary would be taken, and those on board would then be the property of the aliens. The leaders, out of options, had agreed. No one knew what happened to those who were taken. The blue explosion was a transportation technology.

I looked around fearfully as he spoke. I realized we were in a gigantic cage.



Then I woke up in real life, gasping. There were so many awakenings in the dream itself, I had to take a moment to make sure I was really awake.
Very sci-fi, this dream. I never got to see the aliens. I wonder what they wanted humans for? It's too bad I never have follow-up dreams. Although, maybe it's best if I don't find out what happens in this one...

Dream: Literary Lice

I dreamed I had lice. But instead of the lice being bugs, they were people. And not just any people, but famous authors.
So I'd part my hair, and I'd see Emerson run away from the light, or Steinbeck, or Hemingway.
When the author-louse bred, it produced other authors of the same literary era, so Goethe produced Edgar Allan Poe and Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Hemingway produced Faulkner and James Joice.
When they bit my scalp, I heard the words of their books being read inside my head.

I woke up feeling itchy, and literate.

Dream: The Language of Sin

I had a very interesting dream last night. It had a full, complicated plot, characters, everything.
Then I dreamed that I woke up and realized that I had an interesting dream, and wrote the whole thing down painstakingly. I dreamed I went back to sleep, satisfied that I would have this record of the interesting story.

Then I really did wake up, and realize that the whole thing was a dream, and I didn't have anything written at all.
Very frustrating! I often feel like I'm in the movie Inception. :p

What I do remember about the first interesting dream isn't much. It was a bit like a mixture between Gulliver's travels and planet of the apes. I traveled to another land, that was inhabited by people who were about 10 feet tall on average, and had green skin. They all dressed like the Victorian era, in dark formal suits and dresses. People like me were known to them, but were something along the lines of slaves/pets. They also had fire magic, which they could shoot out of their hands. When I visited, I was caught and enslaved.
The only specific instance that I remember is while I was sweeping the floor one day in my new master's foyer, I was called into the sitting room where he had guests. He told me to entertain them with a song. The first song that popped into my head was ave maria, which I started to sing for them. By the end of the first sentence, "Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum," the guests gasped in shock. One woman looked like she was about to faint. My master's face contorted in fury. He gestured aggressively at me, and a ring of fire appeared around me.
"Go wait for me in the other room!" he spat.
The ring of fire moved towards the door, forcing me to move with it. It stopped in the dining room, not scorching the floor at all.
I waited for nearly three hours. It was very uncomfortable; the fire was hot, and too close for me to sit down.
When my master finally came in, he demanded that I explain myself. I stammered that it was just a religious song in Latin. I meant no harm, and had no idea it would offend.
From what he shouted at me, I learned that Latin (which they had another name for), existed for them, but each word meant something other than what I knew it to mean. The words that I had sung in the sitting room were apparently pornographic and threatening violence.
Latin was, apparently, the language of sin for this race of people. Only sexual libertines, thieves, rogues, and actors used Latin. To hear it in polite company was shocking.

I wish I really had written the rest down. I had a vague inclination when I woke up that it was a lot more interesting than these details that I remembered.

Sleep Talking: Hands are Funny

I woke up giggling in the middle of the night last night.
I was sitting up, shaking my hand around, moving my fingers.

I said out loud "What a strange thing this is! How very curious!" And then giggled. I woke up mid-giggle, and remembered what I had just said. I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget.
I still chuckle a little remembering the feeling of waking up like that.

Sleepwalking: Spice Merchant -The Conclusion!

My poor roommates!

This was a grand sleepwalking adventure that happened two nights ago. It's been hard figuring out how to write about it, because I only remember tiny portions. Based on the testimony of the people who were there, Ashley, Anjin and Chris, here is what happened.

Recap of the Spice Merchant story
The spice merchant has been a prevailing theme the past few months in my sleeptexting and talking. In texting, mostly with Catheryne, about the spice merchant, I have said I have a husband named Anuin who was kidnapped or something. The spice merchant knows where he is, and I'm going to trade the blue rose of forgetfulness to him for information. I seemed to get more and more frustrated (and rather mean to my friends), because the merchant wasn't showing up.
My first mention of the spice merchant can be seen here.

But even before that, on Oct 18th, I had a sleeptexting session that mentioned the blue rose of forgetfulness. Apparently I was stealing it from the mage's garden? I guess the two were connected. I was stealing it for the Merchant.



Onto the sleepwalking:
It started with some sleeptexting. They were still awake in the living room, I had gone to bed early.

First to Anjin:
Me: Excuse me, who are you?

Anjin: I am the brother of Anuin. Can I help you?
(How Anjin guessed that that was what I was going to talk about, I have no idea. For all she knew, I could have been in any story.)

Me:Why do you tease me, woman? How do you know of Anuin?

Anjin: Oh, well, everyone does, he travels here often. He often tells me of his journeys.

Me: Where is the spice merchant?



To Ashley I said:
Me: And who are you? Do you know where the spice merchant is? I know he can't be far now.

Ashley: I know where he is, but I am forbidden to tell anyone.

Me: Who are you?

Ashley: I work for the spice merchant.

Me: I have been waiting for the merchant for nearly three months. His rose will soon lose its color.

Ashley: What will happen when the rose loses its color?

Me: It will be useless. It is what he asked for in exchange for telling me where my husband has been taken.


At this point, I got out of bed. I put on my grey sweater at some point, which has a hood, and put the hood halfway on. It looked at bit like a cloak's hood. I wandered around my hallway for a while, and my roommates started to notice. The stood in the living room, watching as I walked in out of my room.
Then I walked in their direction, going past them, and stopped on the other side of the room. I spent a few minutes looking at the thing that was in my hand. --which was a necklace that I have. It's long and full of blue pearls. I had it all tangled up. In my mind, I completely remember holding a blue rose.

I turned back to them, very upset.
"Where have you been?" I said, slowly. The three of them probably had minor heart attacks at this point.
"I have been waiting for three months." I said other such things for a while, during which time Ashley ran to get her video camera.

My comments were directed at Chris. Apparently, Chris is the spice merchant.

I held my hand out to him, showing him the 'rose.'
"This is almost useless." I said. Chris made small answers to my statements. He couldn't remember a lot of the context of the spice merchant, and he didn't want to upset me too much.
I went on about how Anuin was gone, how it was too late, and that it was his fault.

Holding out the rose, I said angrily, "You shall not have this. It shall not be for you." I turned to look at Anjin, and Ashley who was holding the camera. "It shall not be for YOU." I said at them.

Chris said: "who shall it be for?"
"I shall use this!"
I stood there for a while, looking upset. Then I placed the 'rose' on my chest. It looked as though I was pushing it into my chest. My facial expression cleared. I looked around confused, and dreamy and sad looking.
Chris told me to leave. "fly away" he said. I think he was pretty freaked out by this time.

I turned to go back to my room. The camera watches me walk down the hall, dropping the 'rose' as I go back to my room.
Then in the video you see Anjin's face mouthing "OH MY GOD!" -which is the funniest part of this very creepy video.

I'm not going to show this video on this blog for two reasons:
1. It's very creepy. I'm creeped out watching myself do something I don't remember doing. I'm very intense in the video. It's almost like a low budget horror movie -it reminded me of Paranormal Activity.
2. More creepy than watching myself, is the thought of strangers watching this video. There's nothing too embarrassing. I'm just in my pajamas in the hallway. But still, it seems very personal, and I don't' think I want it on the internet. I might change my mind later, but that's how I feel about it right now.


Watching me push the rose into my chest like that, I think what I was doing was using the rose of forgetfulness on myself. I think I decided to forget Anuin and everything that had happened. It was really rather dramatic, almost like suicide. I guess Anuin is dead, or at least lost to me forever.
I really hope that is the end of that story. It was very dramatic, and upsetting. It made me be rude to a lot of people. Obviously it was important enough to be a continuing theme. It's a little scary that I didn't know how long the spice merchant thing had been going on until I looked it up, but my subconscious knows that it had been almost three months. The timing works out, since oct 18th was the first mention of it.

My roommates have been a little jumpy around me at night ever since. Every time I come out of my room, they look up, suspicious. I have to say "I'm awake." It's like a mantra in my apartment now.

I Hate Zombie Dreams!

I have a zombie dream probably once every month. I hate them I hate them.

This particular zombie dream included a serum that turned everyone to zombies. It was a decision that was voted on by the public, whether or not to convert the United States to a Zombie Nation. The vote was 90% in favor of Zombieism.
Zombies had all their regular functions, but since they were technically dead, they could not catch any other diseases. They also did not need to sleep, which they argued, made for a more productive society. The only draw backs were that zombie voices were lower, and gravelly. Zombies had heightened emotions, and a overdeveloped sense of aggression. They were rather clumsy. They shambled about when they walked. They could still run, but only on all fours.
It was important for everyone to become zombies at the same time -it takes one hour for it to take effect. So everyone in the nation had to receive an injection of the zombie serum within the hour. Zombies feel an overwhelming need to rip apart regular humans. So it was important for none to be left without the serum.

I was one of the 10% that was against Zombification. It was a mandatory inoculation, but I made sure mine was a saline solution. I pretended to become a zombie. I spoke with a low, gravelly voice, and shambled about when I walked. I attended the celebratory zombie parties to keep up appearances.
I had a 7 year old son. I made sure he recieved a saline inoculation too. I taught him how to act like a zombie. My goal was to leave the country, but if we tried to escape too soon, it would be suspicious. So I was going to stage a reason for leaving -a business trip of some sort. Most people who tried to leave the country too soon were caught, and inevitably ripped apart by zombies.

It turned out that the serum does not work for 20% of all children. When they were testing the serum, all the children tested took to being a zombie very well. But it doesn't work for that 20%. My sons friends, after several months of pretending to be a Zombie, in their zombie families, started to reveal to my son that they were, in fact, human. I couldn't just leave them here, to pretend to be zombies their entire lives and most likely be ripped apart by their parents. Suddenly my goal of escaping the US was much more complicated.
I started a kind of underground railroad, getting children out of the country. I sent them to Human sympathizers in Canada.

Human children all over the US were being discovered, and killed by their families. The government put out a mandatory order for all children under the age of 10 to be examined. My son had been suspected by his teacher. I had to take him out of school, and hide him under the floorboards of my house for over a month. When asked what happened to him, I told people I had discovered he was human, and had of course, killed him.
There was one instance in the dream where my son was in the upper part of the house, and some unexpected visitors dropped by. I had to push him into the broom cupboard to hide him. While these guests were at my house there were many instances of them almost discovering him.

I don't' remember whether we made it or not. I don't care. I forced myself to wake up. I Hate zombie dreams.

Sleep Texts: Irish Temper

Last night I was texting with Catheryne right before I went to sleep. When will I learn that texting right before bed is almost a guarantee that I will sleep text. I threw my phone across the room onto my chair right before I turned off the light. When I woke up this morning, I had no memory of getting up to go get it, so I thought "AHA! I beat it! No texting for me! ...oh." My phone was in my hand.
Here's what we said:

Me: Is that so?

Catheryne: Indeed it is.

Me: Well, I'll have you know that I am not, nor have I ever been, a Leprechaun. And frankly, I resent the implication.

Catheryne: Are you sure? I mean, you wear plenty of green, and you are Irish. Isn't it quite plausible that at least one of your ancestors was a Leprechaun?

Me: I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully: Feck Off.


This sleeptext session has probably made me laugh the most out of all of them. I have never said the word Feck in my daily life, but I think I've heard Irish comedians say it, or on Irish television shows. It's funny what your subconscious holds on to.
I like how Catheryne didn't respond after Feck off. I think the conversation was pretty settled at that point.

Dream: The Divine Divorce, and other Dreams

I had about ten Category 1 dreams last night. I was confused and tired when I woke up. I don't like dreaming that much in one night. In one dream, I was kidnapped by a comedian that I like, Dylan Moran. He locked me in a storage unit, and when I asked him why he was doing this, he just shrugged and said "I don't know." before locking the door.

I dreamed that I worked in an office with cubicles. When you arrived at work you strapped yourself into your chair, and once an hour, your chair would take you to another cubicle for you to work on something else. Obama was my boss, and we called him Obi behind his back.

I dreamed I washed a pot in my kitchen. The end. When I woke up this morning, that pot was sitting dirty in the sink, and I was annoyed that I had spent dream time cleaning it, and now it's still not clean. What a boring dream.



The most notable dream was too short to be a full category 3 epic, but had the subject matter of one. I'm not sure why I have so many blasphemous dreams. I'm pretty apathetic when it comes to religion, but my subconscious seems to like to pounce on it.

I dreamed that God and Satan had originally been lovers. After eons of this love affair, they finally got married. Then God started to put a little too much time in his new project -the creation of the universe, that Satan got jealous. Their marriage began to disintegrate right around the creation of man. The story of Satan's decent into Hell was actually a messy divorce where God got the better dwelling place. They had to split the custody of the angels.

I was a young angel in this dream, and I got sent to live with Satan, even though I didn't like him. I ran away from Hell and tried to go to Heaven to live with God, my favorite parent. But god sent me back, saying it was against the new agreement for him to allow me to live with him. Satan was so angry when I got back to hell. My punishment was to fly continuously over an abyss for 1000 years.

Sleep Writing: Eternal Student

I wrote this in my sleep in 2008. It's in my sleepwalker's handwriting, which can be a little hard to read. It's written on a paper torn out of a school notebook. I remember waking up and finding this. It was under the covers with me. I was still an undergraduate, about a year away from getting my BA degree.

"Something I need to learn is that life does not start after I graduate. School is part of my life. I was put on this earth to learn, to be the eternal student, and to grow. The process is what it is about. There is only the process.
There is simultaneously no distance and infinite distance between myself and the divine. The process of life and learning is both about experiencing the divine, and drawing closer to it.
Age means nothing. I am the eternal student. I am eternally divine."

Take from that what you will. I was certainly nonplussed when I read it the next morning.

Dream: Nighttime Discrimination

I dreamed that all of the diseases in the world had been cured. Medical science not only found cures for all existing diseases, but also found a way to boost the human immune system to withstand almost anything.

This in turn caused the world's population to increase four times over in only 20 years. This period of population growth was nicknamed the "Human Boom." The president and congress held a meeting to discuss the severe overcrowding problem that was happening not only in the cities, but now in the rural areas as well.

They decided that only half of all citizens would be allowed to be awake during the day. The other half would carry on their lives in reverse -sleeping during the day, working at night. It wasn't required for you to be asleep during your designated sleeping time, but you were not permitted leave your home.

All the the government employees and the wealthy classes were designated "day-timers," and the poorer classes became "Nighters." It was covered up by a staged lottery drawing. It fooled none of the poor classes, but there was little they could do about it except attempting feeble protests. It was illegal for a Nighter to be outside during the day, and vise versa, but the penalties were much harsher for them than for the day-timers.

After many years of this, the Nighters became more and more restless and resentful of their oppression. They began to protest by leaving their homes during the day. There was a strong uprising when Congress decreed that in order to simplify the selection process, Nighter statues was now an inherited status.

At first the government kept track of people by requiring everyone to carry with them their Time Status License card. It was a typical ID card, but either imprinted with a yellow sun or a blue crescent moon. You were required to present your TSL card for inspection when asked by anyone in position of authority.
But there were so many people. The population was growing everyday. It was becoming near impossible to keep track of who was a Daytimer and who was a Nighter.
Eventually, all Nighters were required to get a tattoo of a crescent moon on the front of their throats, where the larynx is located. Tattoos were not required for Daytimers.

I wasn't very present in this dream. It was more like a movie than an experience happening to me. But there was one instance that I received a letter from my cousin who lived in Alaska. The situation was much worse up there. Daytimers and Nighters had to prepare for the long months where the sun was light or dark 24 hours a day. The rules were the same. As long as the sun is shining, Nighters are not allowed outside. But during the dark months, Daytimers were allowed outside between the hours of 6am and 10am. There were violent riots, and not enough militia to keep it under control, as there were in the mainland. My cousin's family were Nighters, and they decided to try to escape into Canada, and on to Greenland. The population in Greenland had only increased 100%, and there were no Night and Day rules as there were in America and most of Western Europe. She was taking a great risk in telling me this in a letter. The American government did not look too kindly on Nighter Propaganda.

Sleep Texts: Errands in the Marketplace

Me: There you are! What on earth are you doing over here? Did you forget why we came to the market in the first place? Come on!

Catheryne: Sorry I got lost! I'll go as fast as I can to make up for lost time.
Catheryne: Do we need to get anything else while we're here?

Me: Don't try to lie to me. You were looking at this fabric stall. Some of those are very pretty, I admit.

Catheryne: Fine, you caught me. Wouldn't you just love to buy some of them and make a beautiful dress? Sigh...

Me: Look at this saffron shawl! It's so fine, I can almost see through it!

Catheryne: Wow it's beautiful! I would love to be able to create something so lovely. Wouldn't you?

Me: Well, it's fine to look at. But we have work to do. I already collected the sage and belladonna, with no help from you. You go get the bottles and salve. Be sure to get a good price.

Catheryne: Bottles and salve. Check. What kinds do I need again? I want to make sure to purchase the correct things.

Me: I wish you would pay attention when he tells us these things. Maybe we'd be full assistants if you weren't so easily distracted.

Catheryne: The best price I could get was eleven for everything. Do we need anything else before we head back?

Me: That's a better price than usual. I hope the bottles aren't too thin glassed. Give me the rest of the money. I know how you get tempted in the market

Catheryne: The bottles shouldn't' be too thin glassed. The shopkeeper's son was working today. He gave me a good deal. Shall we return?

Me: What is that in your bag? Did you buy something else?

Catheryne: It's nothing. I didn't buy anything. He gave it to me!

Me: It's that shawl! How did you pay for this?

Catheryne: He gave it to me!

Me: Who did? Don't tell stories.

Catheryne: The shopkeeper's son!
Catheryne: I swear I'm telling you the truth!

Me: How could he have bought you the shawl that we had been looking at ten minutes ago, if he's been working all this time?

Catheryne: I don't know! I swear he gave it to me! Perhaps he had one made before today?

Me: That's a fine story. And how does a shopkeeper's son afford something like that?

Catheryne: I don't know! You should go ask him! I didn't do anything wrong! I just accepted his gift!



Obviously, Catheryne is trying to pull one over on me. She probably spent the rest of the market money on that shawl. Nice try, Catheryne!

I also texted Anjin last night. It was obviously a separate idea than my texting session with Catheryne. I think it was about an hour later.

Me: Ffffffffffffffffffft.

Anjin: (ignoring me, probably thinking it was a strange way of saying hi.): Hey, did you ever text Ashley back?

Me: Don't bother me when I'm breathing.

Anjin: (probably realizing I'm asleep): LOL


I have no memory of texting that. The funny thing is, my phone can't do "fffffffffffft" unless I very specifically spell each f by itself by pushing the 3 button 3x for each f. I guess it was important enough for all that effort.

I think I'm going to start saying "Don't bother me when I'm breathing" in my daily life.

Dream: Vampire Ethics

I was dreaming about Twilight last night. In the dream, I knew I was dreaming. I became so disgusted that i was dreaming about Twilight, my dreaming self forced me to wake up.

When I fell back asleep, I was still dreaming about vampires, but at least they weren't of the twinkly twilight variety.
These vampires never killed. They fed off of humans and animals, but never ended life. It wasn't just out of conscience-it was simply their natural way of feeding. In this world, vampires were known to exist, and lived side by side with humans. The vampires started to protest the human way of life. They held peaceful demonstrations, sit ins and rallies, protesting the way humans sustained themselves.

Humans, they argued, are constantly killing. EVERYTHING they eat has been killed. They must end life in order to live. Vampires weren't like that. They lived a symbiotic existence with all creation, never taking any life. Even the clothes they wore were materials that do not cost the living being its life, such as wool, and cotton.
It was time for humans to end their murderous ways.

I woke up thinking, Vampire Hippies? ...still better than twilight.

Dream: Sin Record

I dreamed of the future. The Catholic church had grown in power and had taken control of most of the world's governments. The Pope was still based in Italy, but a Cardinal was put in charge of each country. The practice of other religious was now not only outlawed, but considered treason.

A new technology had been invented. It was a device that was worn on the wrist and kept a record of the sins of the person wearing it. The government had full access to the Sin Record of any citizen.

Then the Papal Patriot Act was passed, which made Sin Record access available to the public. This information was brought up at job interviews, or whenever anyone ran for office.

It was also used for the purpose of Eugenics. The Vatican believed that the propensity for sin was genetic, and enforced marriages between people with relatively short sin records, while enforcing mandatory sterilization for those with long sin records. . They hoped that they could eventually breed sin out of the human race.