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Weird dreams
So, I dreamed that I was wandering through a college/library sort of place with Lis (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.