Random Things
Jul. 14th, 2003 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyOn my way back down 128 after the Faire Sunday, I ran into this huge traffic back-up. About three miles long, and I was getting more and more puzzled as to what it could be--people coming back from the beach, maybe?
No.
Finally I reached the cause: two cars had pulled off the road and a woman was walking her black cocker spaniel, and hundreds of Our Fine Drivers had been compelled to slow down and take a look.
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I had a dream last night where I was a Martian law enforcement official--big, green--from a culture that considered itself far superior to the neighboring humans, which is why it was so galling to need their help. See, we'd taken it on ourselves to discover gates to other dimensions--NASTY dimensions--and secure them, and why bother to let the earthlings even know they existed? I mean, it would only lead to them wanting to poke and prod and tinker and...no no, we knew better.
Pride, fall, you know the story. Suddenly nasty tentacle things from the worst dimension of all were leaking through, and when I took this Earthling cop in to show her how tight the security around the gate was, it took her five seconds to notice that our 'security' was a sack tied around a floating gate the size of a dartboard...and that a Terran mouse had gotten in and chewed a little hole in it. Oops.
Side note: the Terran cop was the Faire performer some folks refer to, with justification, as "ADHD Lass." In the dream she spoke a lot more normally, but she was really fast with her six-guns.
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So when I wake up from this dream, what's in our bathtub? A mouse. Toby's as happy and excited as if he, personally, was responsible for trapping him in there. I name the mouse Mr. Googles (for his big eyes), herd him into a tupperware container, and take him to the park to start his new life.
No.
Finally I reached the cause: two cars had pulled off the road and a woman was walking her black cocker spaniel, and hundreds of Our Fine Drivers had been compelled to slow down and take a look.
*******
I had a dream last night where I was a Martian law enforcement official--big, green--from a culture that considered itself far superior to the neighboring humans, which is why it was so galling to need their help. See, we'd taken it on ourselves to discover gates to other dimensions--NASTY dimensions--and secure them, and why bother to let the earthlings even know they existed? I mean, it would only lead to them wanting to poke and prod and tinker and...no no, we knew better.
Pride, fall, you know the story. Suddenly nasty tentacle things from the worst dimension of all were leaking through, and when I took this Earthling cop in to show her how tight the security around the gate was, it took her five seconds to notice that our 'security' was a sack tied around a floating gate the size of a dartboard...and that a Terran mouse had gotten in and chewed a little hole in it. Oops.
Side note: the Terran cop was the Faire performer some folks refer to, with justification, as "ADHD Lass." In the dream she spoke a lot more normally, but she was really fast with her six-guns.
********
So when I wake up from this dream, what's in our bathtub? A mouse. Toby's as happy and excited as if he, personally, was responsible for trapping him in there. I name the mouse Mr. Googles (for his big eyes), herd him into a tupperware container, and take him to the park to start his new life.
