Weird dreams

[xiphias]

So, I dreamed that I was wandering through a college/library sort of place with Lis (cheshyre, my wife, for folks who have just started reading my lj). She was looking for a job, and also trying to make it to a class there; as long as I was there, I was getting a library card, and an internet account from them. I looked over their requirements for accounts, and rule #7 was that, if your last name was Osmond, you had to let them chose your account name. I was rather amused and asked the folks there why, and which of my cousins had pissed them off, and it turned out that they had a 27-character limit on usernames, and Osmonds usually had problems chosing usernames that fit within this limit. Then Lis and I wandered around the college for a while looking for the class that she was going to, or maybe I was going to, or maybe both. Someone mentioned, when we passed her, that we had to be back to their place by six, and Lis seemed to know why. Eventually I asked why, and Lis said that she'd volunteered to marry me to help us with health benefits. I explained to Lis that that wouldn't work because I was already married to her, and insurance companies don't recognize multiple marriages.

Lis dreamed that she ran into someone she'd been avoiding at a grocery store, and the person followed her around Trying To Resolve Issues.

In real life, last night, I didn't get to sleep until 4 am, because the cat kept waking me up. Why the cat pesters mainly ME and not Lis, I don't know. Her best trick was turning the television on. I think it was an accident; she jumped on the remote. She did wake Lis, too, though -- Lis found her perched high on a stack of boxes, on our old, broken VCR. This, by the way, is real, not a dream.

Comments

[noveldevice.livejournal.com]

I had a weird dream last night, too. I was in a bar, a nice bar, like in a classy hotel, the kind with bathrooms coated in lush purple velvet with draperies hiding the walls fastened with that color of cording that's supposed to be gold but looks like moldy mustard instead.

I was at this bar with draco_kc, and there was some kind of charity function going on and we had volunteered to pass out drinks. I remember talking very animatedly with some friend of his, and being ashamed that my beat-up student backpack looked so crappy in its beautiful surroundings.

Then I woke up with cramps and had to ride 12 miles to school in the rain.

[angelovernh.livejournal.com]

Talented kitty!!

That bit in the dream about the 27 character limit is rather amusing ;)