Oh, yeah. There was this time I was pinned down by this guy that played left tackle for varsity... Well, at least he used to before he was a vampire... Anyway, he had this really, really thick neck, and all I had was a little, little Exact-O knife ... You're not loving this story.

Buffy ,'Beneath You'


Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - Nov 15, 2006 10:20:20 pm PST #511 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My head hurts. I just thought I'd share that. And I'm not that sleepy because I slept during the day when my head hurt.

Which it does.

Often.

Went to instructor training today, and had to duck out of half of it. Rolls? Fallbreaks? I almost threw up twice during the stretching. Migraines are stupid.

Here endeth the whining for now.


Nilly - Nov 15, 2006 10:30:25 pm PST #512 of 10007
Swouncing

Cass, I was not! I don't care what dream-me was saying or feeling, real-me was not in on that, and definitely didn't share that.

I *was* upset that I didn't have computer access for the last couple of days, and therefore missed both ChiKat's and sumi's birthdays, though. Maybe your dream channelled that, with you in the part of computers-and-internet?


Laga - Nov 15, 2006 10:32:58 pm PST #513 of 10007
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Whats the name of that South American culture where, if you hurt someone in a dream, you must apologize to them in real life?


Cass - Nov 15, 2006 10:39:13 pm PST #514 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Cass, I was not! I don't care what dream-me was saying or feeling, real-me was not in on that, and definitely didn't share that.
Oh, Nilly. It was definitely a dream thing. I woke up quite upset but once I realized I was awake and adjusted my brain, I was fine because RealNilly is nothing like my DreamNilly. It was just really odd.

For the record? Love and adore RealNilly.

Whats the name of that South American culture where, if you hurt someone in a dream, you must apologize to them in real life?
Not sure. But as I felt the need to say something here because Nilly was mad in my dream, we shall call it The Cassites. And people shall apologize for their dreams.


Nilly - Nov 15, 2006 10:41:41 pm PST #515 of 10007
Swouncing

Hey, Laga - I don't think we've posted together before, so welcome!

Cass, now I wonder how come that person in your dream was "dressed" in me. I wasn't even logged on b.org for the last few days (See above, re: computer issues), so we didn't even cross posts or anything. Hmm.

(I'm always so interested in other people's dreams. Probably because I so very rarely remember any of my own.)


Laga - Nov 15, 2006 10:43:55 pm PST #516 of 10007
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Thanks, Nilly. It's nice to "meet" you.


Cass - Nov 15, 2006 10:46:09 pm PST #517 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Weird(er) thing? You were "dressed" as someone else. You weren't Nilly physically, but you were still Nilly somehow. It was all confuzzled. And you didn't act like you either. My brain confuses me.

At least I woke up and had warm, fuzzy thoughts about the RealNilly. Because I like her.


Nilly - Nov 15, 2006 10:53:11 pm PST #518 of 10007
Swouncing

You weren't Nilly physically, but you were still Nilly somehow

That's fascinating. What about that dream person made you think it was me?

Also, and not just because you made me blush - I like you, too!


Cass - Nov 15, 2006 11:09:47 pm PST #519 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

That's fascinating. What about that dream person made you think it were me?
It is fascinating to me as well, actually. Dreams - and the like - are just so strange to try and understand on a factual level. Things that make no sense in reality are just completely acceptable while dreaming.

And I don't know what it was that made the DreamYou into "you". Because physically there was little in common, and certainly emotionally nothing meshed. But somehow it was still you. Or, really, supposed to be you because in the light of day it was obvious that it wasn't really you at all.

Dreams are the strangest things. And awfully hard to explain in the light of day.


aurelia - Nov 15, 2006 11:12:14 pm PST #520 of 10007
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Nilly!

I should be in bed, but I'm trapped in my chair with a cat on my lap.