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Dreams are apparently cranky today.

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There was a lot going on in that dream involving very strange vacation locations and sworn brotherhood and that sort of thing but mostly what I remember is that every cardboard tube in the place (toilet paper, paper towel, whatever) was full of angry bees. Hives using the hollows, but also there were a lot of bees. There were a lot of paper towels. They were all full of bees.

I blame at least some of the content of this one on watching a couple of Bat-Family Tiktoks right before I went to sleep. (Possibly also the Tennant/Tate Much Ado and this weird televised reality TV version of what is basically a game of Among Us. There was really an uncommon amount of television yesterday.)

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Maybe this is a sign my writers' block will go away.

Apparently my subconscious has decided that it's time to invest in haunted real estate?

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Today's dreamlog, uncontexted:

Matt Murdock played by Crowley played by David Tennant.

I finally, after much wrangling, finished a draft of something yesterday, and I find it reasonably satisfying as a draft, but basically as soon as I got it done my brain shut down and I would have been good for nothing but curling up with a book except that the concept of turning on the light bright enough for that was too much to bear so I researched reading lights instead for a bit, and then went to bed to think about going to sleep, and eventually tried to go to sleep early.

Feeling a little clearer now, we'll see how that holds.

Oh, also woke up at 7:15 with the name in my head that I had forgotten (and I'd said to madgastronomer that it'd come to me in three days or something, apparently it was more like two. One and a half, even).

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Last night I was having a very pleasant sort of LARP-esque dream up until midway through it when I realized that nobody in this situation was wearing masks and my backbrain tried to frantically backfill in sufficient justification for the absence of basic public health concerns. It was on the one hand funny and almost enough to kick me into lucid dreaming and on the other hand completely wrecked the premise of the story that was ongoing, which I have since forgotten.

This morning the smaller monkeys crawled into bed with me, first ER for snuggles, then AR joining for... well, rampaging about obnoxiously, to be honest. At one point they both hid under the blankets, so I suggested that they play groundhogs since it was Groundhog Day, at which point ER, quite affronted, declared that she was not a groundhog, she was a burrowing owl. So they played groundhog-and-burrowing-owl instead and had an argument about the correct procedure for tunneling and asked me questions like "which digs deeper, groundhogs or owls?" to which I did not and still do not know the answer. (Okay I shared this paragraph with jenett and she confirmed my suspicion that the answer is groundhogs because she cannot make a will save vs. random research.)

I have now spent a pleasant while looking at Red Dwarf gifs and giggling because of this joke for which I am absolutely in the very specific niche, so that's nice.

I am working on a short story for which I have a title and that's very exotic; I am, however, pretty sure that the words I have for it are at least half wrong but it's one of those things I have to write enough of it to know what to fix, so. (The title is "The Emancipation of Felix d'Carabas".)

And now I wait for the traditional Appointed Time Tee-Em for the posting of an entry, because it is that time of year again.

Lost most of the details of the dream, but it was a long, complicated thing involving the dream-figure who I gloss as my creative muse, involving a poly negotiation with his dream-wife? In any case I am hoping this means that I can make the words go again soon.

(I did have a 'sudden sit up at 2am to write down a dialogue exchange before I lost it' moment which may or may not be related.)