Oh shi...

Just woke up from a nice, if somewhat surreal, dream gone bad. It went from running around at one convention to the Discworld con where, for reasons utterly beyond me, random_c was selling cute and colourful fish type things. There were teeny tiny cute octopus things in bright colours. And teeny tiny nudibranches. clanwilliam was helping out. I helped catch a fish. It was pink and yellow and cute and went 'fweep' at people. It was perfectly happy in and out of the water.

And what lead to me getting to the original convention were spy mice. In a small aircraft which landed on an old-fashioned train which met up with a old-style circus train. There were acrobats on a big mouse wheel.

hobnobs was his usual self, except with colourful beads in hair and beard (this is not a good look) A small blur turned out to be the_ladylark who was trying to get everyone to the opening ceremony, where there was to be a murder mystery. And this is where it gets unsettling.

I don't know why, but it morphed into a bad Midsommer Murders things...but really creepy. Murdered woman, slightly unhinged widower, an obsessed brother (who is a slate carving artist. The brothers have inherited the slate businesss. I don't know why this is important), loopy mother of brothers who has a house but prefers spending her time in the woods, alongside a path, lying in an open den with her two dogs (I don't know!), and then there's the classic potential murder suspect. Deranged wildman type.

Anyone see where this is going? No? Neither did I, I'm just along for the ride here. I woke up when the dream went from suspense to straight on horror. There's something in the woods and the animals are scared. Oh joy. And then I wake up for gods know what reason, possibly parts of me going 'eeeeh, okay. Bored now!', covered in sweat, way too warm under my blanket and with my heart hammering.

And there are Noises. As if something is sneaking around. I want to close my eyes again but I go back into the dream with the scared animals and something going 'keh!' in the distance (there's no reason for that to be scary. It just is). I open my eyes again and try to calm down, but I can still hear Noises. My brain is sent into a lovely feedback loop of scared to go back to sleep and scared to remain awake.

Also I'm not getting out of bed for my cure-all remedy, warm milk and cinnamon, because there is Something There. It is watching me.

And people go 'oh, I'd love to have your imagination'. Well, fuck my imagination. Thanks to it, I'm in my bed at sod knows what time before dawn, scared out of my wits and too afraid to get out of my bed to go to the loo, because there's monsters under my bed. And I've a loft bed, so it's a big one. It possibly goes 'keh'.

Compared to this, I prefer the dead cow induced one about dying before the end of the day.

Death doesn't scare me. The monster under the bed does. Especially if it goes 'keh'.

Oh shi...

Just woke up from a nice, if somewhat surreal, dream gone bad. It went from running around at one convention to the Discworld con where, for reasons utterly beyond me, random_c was selling cute and colourful fish type things. There were teeny tiny cute octopus things in bright colours. And teeny tiny nudibranches. clanwilliam was helping out. I helped catch a fish. It was pink and yellow and cute and went 'fweep' at people. It was perfectly happy in and out of the water.

And what lead to me getting to the original convention were spy mice. In a small aircraft which landed on an old-fashioned train which met up with a old-style circus train. There were acrobats on a big mouse wheel.

hobnobs was his usual self, except with colourful beads in hair and beard (this is not a good look) A small blur turned out to be the_ladylark who was trying to get everyone to the opening ceremony, where there was to be a murder mystery. And this is where it gets unsettling.

I don't know why, but it morphed into a bad Midsommer Murders things...but really creepy. Murdered woman, slightly unhinged widower, an obsessed brother (who is a slate carving artist. The brothers have inherited the slate businesss. I don't know why this is important), loopy mother of brothers who has a house but prefers spending her time in the woods, alongside a path, lying in an open den with her two dogs (I don't know!), and then there's the classic potential murder suspect. Deranged wildman type.

Anyone see where this is going? No? Neither did I, I'm just along for the ride here. I woke up when the dream went from suspense to straight on horror. There's something in the woods and the animals are scared. Oh joy. And then I wake up for gods know what reason, possibly parts of me going 'eeeeh, okay. Bored now!', covered in sweat, way too warm under my blanket and with my heart hammering.

And there are Noises. As if something is sneaking around. I want to close my eyes again but I go back into the dream with the scared animals and something going 'keh!' in the distance (there's no reason for that to be scary. It just is). I open my eyes again and try to calm down, but I can still hear Noises. My brain is sent into a lovely feedback loop of scared to go back to sleep and scared to remain awake.

Also I'm not getting out of bed for my cure-all remedy, warm milk and cinnamon, because there is Something There. It is watching me.

And people go 'oh, I'd love to have your imagination'. Well, fuck my imagination. Thanks to it, I'm in my bed at sod knows what time before dawn, scared out of my wits and too afraid to get out of my bed to go to the loo, because there's monsters under my bed. And I've a loft bed, so it's a big one. It possibly goes 'keh'.

Compared to this, I prefer the dead cow induced one about dying before the end of the day.

Death doesn't scare me. The monster under the bed does. Especially if it goes 'keh'.

October

For the first time in a long time, October wasn't the month from hell for me. Cook through October was a huge part of this, because it kept me busy, creative and I was treating myself well. I'll continue doing this through November, because it has made me rediscover my love of cooking. There shall be baking too. Yes. Cookies and bread and Stuff.

So all in all I feel quite proud of myself.

October

For the first time in a long time, October wasn't the month from hell for me. Cook through October was a huge part of this, because it kept me busy, creative and I was treating myself well. I'll continue doing this through November, because it has made me rediscover my love of cooking. There shall be baking too. Yes. Cookies and bread and Stuff.

So all in all I feel quite proud of myself.

*bounces*

Having arranged to see the beloved the_hunter over the weekend and azekeil tomorrow and wednesday, I am really rather happy. I only have four days at work this week and then nine days off. Most of these will be spent househunting and making lists for moving etc, but there's football with hobnobs on Monday the ninth and a Jonathan Coulton gig on Thursday the twelfth with the_ladylark.

Life isn't half bad at the moment.

*bounces*

Having arranged to see the beloved the_hunter over the weekend and azekeil tomorrow and wednesday, I am really rather happy. I only have four days at work this week and then nine days off. Most of these will be spent househunting and making lists for moving etc, but there's football with hobnobs on Monday the ninth and a Jonathan Coulton gig on Thursday the twelfth with the_ladylark.

Life isn't half bad at the moment.