Coolest dream this week was the one in which I was in an apocalyptic wasteland riddled with dripping blue goo and vicious rats. No matter that the hallway full of bunkers looked suspiciously like the hall in my childhood home (but with more dripping goo), and in fact the princess leading the resistance (yes, I know, it's always a resistance in my dreams) lived in the bunker that lined up to exactly where my little brother's bedroom was located. My bunker was lined up exactly to the hall bathroom, and the really funny bit was that the shower and toilet were still there; however, the floor could be pulled up to reveal two tiny devices that enabled everyone in the resistance to have running water and electricity. They appeared to be just little clockwork machines with dozens of brass gears, but apparently anyone could grab them through their bunkers' floors and tune them up if they needed repair. So that was pretty awesome and futuristic. Also, partway through the dream I became a dwarf (not in the storyline, but just because these things happen in dreams) and helped the princess get a couple swords she needed. Or I would have if the dream had continued.
A Haiku Concerning My Current Favorite Food
Green meat in fruit form
A cream-cold flesh for summer
An avocado
Reality check. Busy, busy, busy.
