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oakenguyOh my dreams are getting so strange/I'd like to tell you everything I see...
Last night's dream involved Isis taking over the Underworld and kicking everyone out, so all the spirits had to come up here and live with us. They all looked like normal humans, only they ranged in height between 6 and 12 feet tall. The easiest way to tell they weren't mortal, though, was that instead of speaking they all used charades.
(The charade-motion for "Isis", by the way, is making a little crescent moon sign on top of your head. Just in case you need to know.)
Before that was a fun afternoon and evening at the House of Red Doors's monthly gourmet food & roleplaying game get-together, voted #1 in "Games People Would Drive Through a Typhoon to Get To". I confess to driving with my iPod and singing along with it for the entire hour's drive each way; fortunately for everyone else in the party, I didn't blow my voice out (on the chorus of She's Not There) until I was almost home.
Before that the elementary school around the corner had their annual book sale, at which I made out like a bandit. I now own Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats, The Artist's Way, and HEIMSKRINGLA, or, The Lives of the Norse Kings. And, well, the Madagascar soundtrack, because nothing goes with the story of Queen Alov the Mighty like a singing lemur.
Woo. Full day.
Last night's dream involved Isis taking over the Underworld and kicking everyone out, so all the spirits had to come up here and live with us. They all looked like normal humans, only they ranged in height between 6 and 12 feet tall. The easiest way to tell they weren't mortal, though, was that instead of speaking they all used charades.
(The charade-motion for "Isis", by the way, is making a little crescent moon sign on top of your head. Just in case you need to know.)
Before that was a fun afternoon and evening at the House of Red Doors's monthly gourmet food & roleplaying game get-together, voted #1 in "Games People Would Drive Through a Typhoon to Get To". I confess to driving with my iPod and singing along with it for the entire hour's drive each way; fortunately for everyone else in the party, I didn't blow my voice out (on the chorus of She's Not There) until I was almost home.
Before that the elementary school around the corner had their annual book sale, at which I made out like a bandit. I now own Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats, The Artist's Way, and HEIMSKRINGLA, or, The Lives of the Norse Kings. And, well, the Madagascar soundtrack, because nothing goes with the story of Queen Alov the Mighty like a singing lemur.
Woo. Full day.
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Date: 2008-03-10 02:00 am (UTC)We have your scarf. If you ever want to see your scarf again, you will personally present a box of truffles in a plain brown bag at a location and time to be disclosed. You cannot trace us. You cannot find us.
Sincerely,
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