Me: What did I tell you about buying street peddler charms? Now you shall be spitting marbles for a week. And look! Your eyes are purple!
Brian: What if I like them purple?!?!
Me: You look like a marked fool.
Marked fool is a strange way to phrase it. What I'm guessing is that those peddler charms are well known for having bad magical side effects, which is why he is foolish to buy them. So the spitting marbles and purple eyes mark him as a fool.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Sleeptexting: Runaways
It's been over a month since anything crazy has happened while sleeping. Sometimes I think my subconsious waits in order to lull me into a false sense of security.
There have been a few little things. Sleepwalking aimlessly around my room. Having a conversation with a vase. But that's it.
Last night, sleeptexting resumed with my friend Brian.
Me: Are you certain we are going the right way? This road does not look familiar to me.
Brian: Let's just venture on a bit further
Me: Do you think they will have noticed our absence by now?
Brian: The diversion I created should buy us enough time to complete our mission. But we must hurry.
Me: I am terrified they will come after us and force us to return to that horrible place.
Brian: I would do anything to avoid going back there. The experiences that they performed on us haunt me to this day.
Me: I want to put all the memories of that place behind us as soon as we can. Promise me you will stay with me. I will never go back.
Brian: To the end.
Me: You mean the world to me. I must not lose you. The provisions that we stole from them will only last another day. What if we do not reach the city?
Brian: We'll cross that bridge if and only if we come to it. Perhaps it is time for Phil to serve a higher purpose, but only if there are no other options.
Me: And if they catch us? You might be able to buy your way out, but they would never let me go.
Brian: If it comes to it, I will see to it that you are protected, even if it means giving my own life, or worse, my dignity.
How very noble of Brian!
I don't know from where we were escaping. Brian made up some details that I didn't argue with, so maybe they were doing experiments on us like he said. It seems unclear what our relationship is, whether family, romantic or other. I don't remember any context.
There have been a few little things. Sleepwalking aimlessly around my room. Having a conversation with a vase. But that's it.
Last night, sleeptexting resumed with my friend Brian.
Me: Are you certain we are going the right way? This road does not look familiar to me.
Brian: Let's just venture on a bit further
Me: Do you think they will have noticed our absence by now?
Brian: The diversion I created should buy us enough time to complete our mission. But we must hurry.
Me: I am terrified they will come after us and force us to return to that horrible place.
Brian: I would do anything to avoid going back there. The experiences that they performed on us haunt me to this day.
Me: I want to put all the memories of that place behind us as soon as we can. Promise me you will stay with me. I will never go back.
Brian: To the end.
Me: You mean the world to me. I must not lose you. The provisions that we stole from them will only last another day. What if we do not reach the city?
Brian: We'll cross that bridge if and only if we come to it. Perhaps it is time for Phil to serve a higher purpose, but only if there are no other options.
Me: And if they catch us? You might be able to buy your way out, but they would never let me go.
Brian: If it comes to it, I will see to it that you are protected, even if it means giving my own life, or worse, my dignity.
How very noble of Brian!
I don't know from where we were escaping. Brian made up some details that I didn't argue with, so maybe they were doing experiments on us like he said. It seems unclear what our relationship is, whether family, romantic or other. I don't remember any context.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Home for Christmas
I'm at my mother's house for the holidays. Last night we apparently had a full conversation in the middle of the night when she got up. I remember none of it, not one word. She thought I was awake. A good start to the holidays.
On the plane, I tried very hard not to sleep. I dozed for one moment, and woke up yelling "WHAT!?" I startled the poor guy next to me, and had to apologize.
Also, my cat is so happy to see me that I woke up every couple of hours because he head-butted me in the middle of the night. With most cats, that's a gentle thing, but my cat is huge. He also tried to sleep directly on my face at one point.
It's good to be home.
On the plane, I tried very hard not to sleep. I dozed for one moment, and woke up yelling "WHAT!?" I startled the poor guy next to me, and had to apologize.
Also, my cat is so happy to see me that I woke up every couple of hours because he head-butted me in the middle of the night. With most cats, that's a gentle thing, but my cat is huge. He also tried to sleep directly on my face at one point.
It's good to be home.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sleep Texting: Too many to handle.
Sleep texting with Sarah last night. I don't remember doing this, as usual. I didn't have any relevant dreams to accompany it. This is my second time sleeptexting with Sarah, so she knew what was going on.
Me: Twenty thousand of them. I can't believe it!
Sarah: What should we do? There are so many!
Me: We'll just have to learn how to ride them. You will have to get your moth licence.
Sarah: Don't you think that will take too long?
Me: It's the law, regardless. We might have to hire a moth wrangler or two until then.
Sarah: I think we will need more than 2 to handle twenty thousand. In the mean time I think I want to try to ride one!
Moth wranglers? O_o
I'm guessing either the moths are huge, or we are very small. Twenty thousand giant moths is an unsettling idea.
Me: Twenty thousand of them. I can't believe it!
Sarah: What should we do? There are so many!
Me: We'll just have to learn how to ride them. You will have to get your moth licence.
Sarah: Don't you think that will take too long?
Me: It's the law, regardless. We might have to hire a moth wrangler or two until then.
Sarah: I think we will need more than 2 to handle twenty thousand. In the mean time I think I want to try to ride one!
Moth wranglers? O_o
I'm guessing either the moths are huge, or we are very small. Twenty thousand giant moths is an unsettling idea.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Dream: (warning: Explicit Language)
I wouldn't normally post something like this. But I will, for two reasons. 1. It's kinda funny and had me giggling when I woke up. 2. Not much has happened lately in terms of sleeptexting or sleepwalking.
In this dream, I was the Queen of a vast country and its many provinces. The dream consisted of me sitting on my throne while one by one, people came up and informed me of problems around the country. Land disputes, economic issues, water shortages in one province, duels among the nobility. To every single problem that was told to me, I had the same answer:
The subject who had informed me of their problem would then bow, and leave. Then the next in line would approach. I always listened benevolently to them. My answer had no aggression or malice behind it. It was simply my honest answer.
I've never used that phrase in my waking life. It was an oddly satisfying dream, though.
In this dream, I was the Queen of a vast country and its many provinces. The dream consisted of me sitting on my throne while one by one, people came up and informed me of problems around the country. Land disputes, economic issues, water shortages in one province, duels among the nobility. To every single problem that was told to me, I had the same answer:
"I don't give a flying fuck about that."
The subject who had informed me of their problem would then bow, and leave. Then the next in line would approach. I always listened benevolently to them. My answer had no aggression or malice behind it. It was simply my honest answer.
I've never used that phrase in my waking life. It was an oddly satisfying dream, though.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Dream: The new solution to Infertility.
I had a gross dream last night that I wouldn't post about, except that the concept is interesting enough in a creepy, sci-fi kind of way.
I dreamed that pregnancy kits were available in vending machines. Basically, you put $10 into the vending machine to purchase a small, insertable capsule, which contained donated sperm. In the kit was a variety of three capsules to choose from, from three different donors. The kit contained a little notebook with pictures and information about the potential fathers. You chose one of these, or if you didn't like your choices, you could try a different row in the vending machine, which carried different donors.
I dreamed I ran into an old friend. She was pregnant and I congratulated her. She told me that her husband turned out to be infertile, so she had purchased one of these vending machine pregnancy kits.
I was a little creeped out when I woke up. Buying sperm from a vending machine? Ew.
I dreamed that pregnancy kits were available in vending machines. Basically, you put $10 into the vending machine to purchase a small, insertable capsule, which contained donated sperm. In the kit was a variety of three capsules to choose from, from three different donors. The kit contained a little notebook with pictures and information about the potential fathers. You chose one of these, or if you didn't like your choices, you could try a different row in the vending machine, which carried different donors.
I dreamed I ran into an old friend. She was pregnant and I congratulated her. She told me that her husband turned out to be infertile, so she had purchased one of these vending machine pregnancy kits.
I was a little creeped out when I woke up. Buying sperm from a vending machine? Ew.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Sleeptext: Dangerous reading
First post in a while. I haven't been doing much in my sleep worth writing about the past couple weeks. I have woken up a lot to find myself sitting up. But not much else.
I texted Jake late last night. He was asleep and didn't respond. Here's what I said to him:
"Oh, be careful with that book. I heard it starts to eat you if you fall asleep reading it. That's why every once in a while, one of the chapters is really boring. The book does it on purpose because it wants you to fall asleep."
What a creepy idea.
I texted Jake late last night. He was asleep and didn't respond. Here's what I said to him:
"Oh, be careful with that book. I heard it starts to eat you if you fall asleep reading it. That's why every once in a while, one of the chapters is really boring. The book does it on purpose because it wants you to fall asleep."
What a creepy idea.
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