Amy

You know, my dreams are really getting weirder by the day. Night.

Last night involved the sacred ball of yarn that had defeated Voldemort, hidden away by Prince Zuko in his ongoing territory war/courtship with Queen Susan of Narnia. A secret stash of gold coins and a chalice came into it somewhere. Meanwhile, the government had passed a resolution that all British citizens had to be rounded up into camps before being redistributed into economically viable homes/jobs, and a gang of teens were making use of London's many secret passages to keep hidden from the Faceless Henchmen.

I'm... not even sure where to start pointing blame for that one.

So, in my dream, we were living in a farmhouse and going on adventures. It was like the Famous Five, except it was... me. Me and some npcs, and some of the cast of Heroes.

They froze Sylar! Kind of his own fault for being in a box of cheesecake, but he was okay. Then he came looking for some paintings I found in a secret compartment behind a cupboard (now I think about it, they were clearly some of Isaac's, apart from being really old) and Claire was in them, only he couldn't find her. So there was some running around, and at the fair, the Charlie's Angels of EVIL showed up, and crashed my plane, so there was a fight, and THEN we went to the farmhouse, and the pub was closed, and kind of creepy inside, so I left rather than turn it into a horror movie, and then some guy went fishing with rocks, and the rest of us went into the forest, where Mohinder and I had a nice chat about how we both did Duke of Endinburgh's award, and then on to the theatre! There was dancing attached to wires, and the audience joined in singing. It was awesome.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I try not to sleep for fifteen hours straight after staying awake for thirty-three.

*Downs tea* So, what's happening?

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I had the weirdest dream last night.

Well, by weird I mean, it was kind of cool! It was a sort of cross between Runaways and Supernatural with a bit of Corpse Bride thrown in for the monsters. And set in some kind of mountains, in Wales or somewhere, where we, the Runaways, were hunting some strange evil floaty creatures. Our weapons were: pins, and some specialised form of chewing gum which contained a substance harmless to humans but lethal to the creatures. Yes. On my day off, I cycled down in the valley, to find Sam Winchester's campus. But lo! For he was in college-mode, so didn't come help us with fighting the evil.

Things came to a head when a foray into enemy territory went awry, and we had to inject each other with the chewing-gum juice to make sure nobody was possessed, and in the meantime, we got snuck up on by floaty zombie-creatures on one side and some generic Bad Guys from the other, who stabbed Karolina.

While I wailed melodramatically over her injuries, it transpired that Sammy had gotten the wrong end of the stick and was helping the Bad Guys because he'd thought we were the evil ones.

Then I woke up.

*sigh* I wanted to see how we escaped!

So, today was retail therapy. I try not to do it much, but I legitimately needed some stuff... and after last night I legitimately needed to get out of the house, and away from the fucking dripping.

So, I have chocolate, and I have exciting bath stuff. And new toothpaste and a soap holder, but that's dull.

I had the weirdest dreams last night, in between getting up to check the buckets hadn't overflowed or exploded or anything. I dreamed my Daddy turned up randomly to save me, but in an echo of our email conversation, he still couldn't help me turn off the water. There was a party, too. I hid. *waves hand vaguely* Sometimes you don't want your subconscious echoing reality that accurately, y'know?

Also, I rewatched Calendar Girls last night. OMG Harriet Jones, MP Flydale North! I forgot she was in it! I kind of like that movie. Cried copiously, but you already knew that. It was a recurring theme.

So today is better, given that I'm not on my own anymore.

Only I seem to have skipped lunch and dinner. Let's go fix that.

EDIT: Holy crap, I also dreamed I was smoking. Like, a cigarette. Something I am firmly against - just the smell makes me cough. WTF subconscious?

I had a scary dream.

GAH.

*Eyes combination of Milliways, Firefly and very strong cheese*