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.

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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.)

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

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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.

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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!

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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.

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Nilly!

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

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aurelia! I am trapped by cat as well, mine is a Puppycat on the couch. She is fwumped next to me but has her paws cutely extended with razor claws. I fear startling her. At least I have the internets.

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May the internets always keep you company while the cats nap. And may no sudden noises disturb the razor claws of the Puppycat.

Gilda was in bellyrub bliss until Rosie demanded attention, too. My lap is free, cats are fed, and I'm off to sleep. Goodnight, Cass.

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And may no sudden noises disturb the razor claws of the Puppycat.

Pretty sure this is my gospel.

Luckily she is cute.

Sleep well, aurelia. I am soon-ish off to bed myself.

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