I'll probably send the more interesting dreams to Ophie exclusively - because I'm a meanie and I can - but I shall share the thoroughly pointless ones here!
Cotton explains the entire dream.
I was stuck in a super-ultra-giant cotton-ball, and spent the entire dream trying to fight my way out of said super-ultra-giant cotton-ball.
The blanket has been usurped in the game of stupid-things-that-I-get-stuck-in, apparently. Wonderful.
Just wonderful.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Pissy pissy little lady.
I feel asleep today! Wooo-hoo! Naps are wonderful things. It means I don't have to sleep tonight. Hehe.
Of course, the first dream I can remember, and it happened to be Mariko. Heh. I was hoping for one of my weirder, world-conceptualizing dreams I can use to play with ideas. Haven't had one of those in a while, and the last idea I wanted to play with I lost my typed record of that dream. Still annoyed by that. >>;
I still need to find a new name for "Mariko." It feels like Mariko, but I only ever really saw a fragment of her anyhow, so even if it was a perfect replica from the Mariko I've gotten used to, it doesn't mean it's even a decent replica of Mariko herself. It's just bothersome to call her "Mariko."
Ivory, at least, never stayed around long enough for me to be worried about her. Or at least, not around me long enough. One visit, a cautiously formal greeting, a few hours wandering around my lovely half-destroyed orange town, and then a cautiously formal farewell. ( Well, okay, not entirely. Ivory expressed something to the effect of "Your place is strange" to me when she was getting ready to leave, and while I don't recall exactly how I retorted, but I know I reacted a little bit more defensively than I normally would have, which seemed to earn me a raised eyebrow. Well, not a physically raised eyebrow, but it sure felt like Ivory raised a metaphorical brow at me. You know what I mean. Or not. Whatever. )
Mariko and I tend to share a kind of bonding that's common with a lot of the guys I'm used to. By that, I mean that most of our time is spent figuring out new ways to insult each other in the most colorful ways we can pull out of our asses at the time. She reacts to some of the oddest of comments. One of the odder ones she reacted to had been when we were playing checkers, I called her a "fire-breathing jellybean." She gave me a long look, captured one of my pieces, threw it at my eye, and demanded I get her some trail mix. The entire trail mix bit through me off too much to retaliate to her assault. Which might have been the point, as she's never eaten any of the snacks set out by gods-know-who when we play. The only thing she's ever eaten at my odd dimension was roasted field mice, which she declared so miraculously burnt that it could potentially cause a volcano to vomit.
She's a sweet girl, that one.
This time around, however, she hardly glanced at me. We tend to play a lot of boardgames - namely Chinese checkers and Baduk, both being games she tends to destroy me at - so we don't actually talk a lot. In fact, outside of insulting each other, we really don't speak to each other at all. However, there's a sort of mutual recognition in playing a board-game together, and normally we both allow ourselves to give the game our full attention.
She was pissy this visit. Not to me, exactly, because she wouldn't even react to my attempts at light jabbing. She seemed... Frustrated? It was almost on the level of disgust with something or another. She just kept bickering under her breath too quietly for me to hear any actual words. She also played the game of Baduk pretty poorly. Maybe I have far worse spacial reasoning skills than I'd like to admit, but I'm bad at that game, no matter how fascinating I find it. She normally eviscerates me at it. However, even I managed to win a game against the distracted Mariko by three points.
She stopped mumbling to herself after that, though she still seemed extremely agitated. Eventually, I had to accept that she wasn't exactly "all there," and fell back on the card game War, which is blissfully brainless, and just watched as she fumed internally. She doesn't really show anger on her face - she's pretty good at pulling off the blank expression - but her eyes showed that she seemed to be trying to invent new explicit profanities.
TL;DR Had a dream with Mariko in it. She was mad about something, and pretended I wasn't there despite having shown up in my own dream. Heh. Wish that was the first time, but it's the first time she seemed so thoroughly pissed off. It was kind of bemusing.
Of course, the first dream I can remember, and it happened to be Mariko. Heh. I was hoping for one of my weirder, world-conceptualizing dreams I can use to play with ideas. Haven't had one of those in a while, and the last idea I wanted to play with I lost my typed record of that dream. Still annoyed by that. >>;
I still need to find a new name for "Mariko." It feels like Mariko, but I only ever really saw a fragment of her anyhow, so even if it was a perfect replica from the Mariko I've gotten used to, it doesn't mean it's even a decent replica of Mariko herself. It's just bothersome to call her "Mariko."
Ivory, at least, never stayed around long enough for me to be worried about her. Or at least, not around me long enough. One visit, a cautiously formal greeting, a few hours wandering around my lovely half-destroyed orange town, and then a cautiously formal farewell. ( Well, okay, not entirely. Ivory expressed something to the effect of "Your place is strange" to me when she was getting ready to leave, and while I don't recall exactly how I retorted, but I know I reacted a little bit more defensively than I normally would have, which seemed to earn me a raised eyebrow. Well, not a physically raised eyebrow, but it sure felt like Ivory raised a metaphorical brow at me. You know what I mean. Or not. Whatever. )
Mariko and I tend to share a kind of bonding that's common with a lot of the guys I'm used to. By that, I mean that most of our time is spent figuring out new ways to insult each other in the most colorful ways we can pull out of our asses at the time. She reacts to some of the oddest of comments. One of the odder ones she reacted to had been when we were playing checkers, I called her a "fire-breathing jellybean." She gave me a long look, captured one of my pieces, threw it at my eye, and demanded I get her some trail mix. The entire trail mix bit through me off too much to retaliate to her assault. Which might have been the point, as she's never eaten any of the snacks set out by gods-know-who when we play. The only thing she's ever eaten at my odd dimension was roasted field mice, which she declared so miraculously burnt that it could potentially cause a volcano to vomit.
She's a sweet girl, that one.
This time around, however, she hardly glanced at me. We tend to play a lot of boardgames - namely Chinese checkers and Baduk, both being games she tends to destroy me at - so we don't actually talk a lot. In fact, outside of insulting each other, we really don't speak to each other at all. However, there's a sort of mutual recognition in playing a board-game together, and normally we both allow ourselves to give the game our full attention.
She was pissy this visit. Not to me, exactly, because she wouldn't even react to my attempts at light jabbing. She seemed... Frustrated? It was almost on the level of disgust with something or another. She just kept bickering under her breath too quietly for me to hear any actual words. She also played the game of Baduk pretty poorly. Maybe I have far worse spacial reasoning skills than I'd like to admit, but I'm bad at that game, no matter how fascinating I find it. She normally eviscerates me at it. However, even I managed to win a game against the distracted Mariko by three points.
She stopped mumbling to herself after that, though she still seemed extremely agitated. Eventually, I had to accept that she wasn't exactly "all there," and fell back on the card game War, which is blissfully brainless, and just watched as she fumed internally. She doesn't really show anger on her face - she's pretty good at pulling off the blank expression - but her eyes showed that she seemed to be trying to invent new explicit profanities.
TL;DR Had a dream with Mariko in it. She was mad about something, and pretended I wasn't there despite having shown up in my own dream. Heh. Wish that was the first time, but it's the first time she seemed so thoroughly pissed off. It was kind of bemusing.
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