A Safe Space for Moogles

( This is probably why I'm tired all the time. )

Also, I think I'm going to ask for a mattress pad for my birthday. My bed is way too hard. I was a slug all yesterday, there's absolutely no reason why I should be hobbling around like an old lady today. *ache ache, pain pain* X|

...No more whining today, I promise.

Bad dream, involving a little-known Egyptian god(dess) taking the form of a snake with three heads (named Sephiroth, predictably - even in dreams my brain mushes cultures together), who forces her chosen avatar to - ugh - eat mummies. Gritty. XP

And then, of course, there was the Egyptian version of the Headless Horseman chasing me around. Well, me and the obligatory Blonde Bombshell, who always shows up in these types of movies. (I was the Male Lead, kind of a Milo-in-Atlantis type of character.) Oh, and a resurrected Egyptian king, who's only up and running because Sephi-snake's avatar didn't eat him.

You know, I make it a point to avoid horror movies so I don't have to have nightmares like this. -_-

( FF7 dream, starring Sephiroth, me, and probably my abandonment issues. )

...I like to think that afterwards, there were Wingcuddles.

( Dream: Trouble, powers and a pretty skirt. )

Also! Don't get excited, but: I overheard the admin ladies complaining about our website guy not doing any work, and I offered my services. Admin Lady 1 told me she'd talk to the doctors about it. So, we'll see if anything comes of this.

I just watched three hours of Ghost Hunters. As some of you may know already, I am profoundly afraid of ghosts, bumps in the night, and my own shadow, so watching three hours of Ghost Hunters? Not a smart choice. I'm currently sitting in the basement with all the lights on, and listening to Lewis Black. (Everyone knows Lewis Black makes the malevolent spirits go away.)

...Oddly, I had a ghost dream the other night that didn't scare me at all. It probably helped that I was an apprentice Ghostbuster so I could, y'know, do something about the unquiet dead.

Also, I told my boss to go ahead and consider me for full-time, after much deliberation (read: "freaking out.") I know y'all were happy for me over this, and I'm grateful, but... yeah, I'm not, really. I know all the reasons why I should be, but reality doesn't seem to penetrate my Issues real well. I just brought myself to say yes because I knew that living with my parents another year would make me even less happy.

Or maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and feel perfectly fine about the whole thing. I don't know. That's the exciting, thrill-a-minute ride that is my unbalanced brain chemistry. :D

Just had a dream in which I was Spider-man, going up against a chick with telepathic mind-whammy powers. It was all to solve the mystery of a minor actor who'd died in the 70's, nobody I knew. Anyway, she wiped the floor with me, I can't even tell you. She didn't even have to be in the same city block and Y HALO THAR INFINITELY PAINFUL MINDRAEP. Eventually I had to call in help, including Optimus Prime because she'd taken over Megatron's mind at one point. We eventually took her down, and I was webslinging home as happy as a lark (okay, that bit was cool) when suddenly, RETURN OF THE REVENGE OF THE MINDRAEP OH GOD WHYYYYY. Turns out Mindwhammy Chick had associates.

And who put me up to this? Batman, that's who. WTF, Spidey, not only is he in the wrong franchise, he's probably the one person more screwed up than you.

Last night I dreamed I was searching for materials to cosplay as Sephiroth.

Which I would totally do, if it wasn't for two minor logistical problems, a.k.a. my breasts.

I dreamed there was a new FF7-compilation game released called After Crisis (of course), which seemed to focus a lot on Sephiroth. There was lots of white and pretty wings and swords - you know, fangirl bait. I'd almost say it was a game version of my Fluffiroth fic, but I read the back of the box - the blurb there was from Seph's point of view and he didn't sound quite sane.

The game came with an art book and jewelry. Dear Squeenix: you know you want to!

( In which the Decepticons are the Lords of the Universe, I am forcibly acquainted with my destiny, and Optimus Prime feels very, very tired. )

And now I voom to Spencer's, because as I said, I've been ass-deep in the TF kink meme all weekend and my vibrator quit on me.

I dreamed that Megatron kidnapped Daniel and kept him as a pet. Trained him so well he couldn't go to his grandpa when Sparkplug came to rescue him.

He was not a cruel master. It would've been less disturbing if he was.

Third crackdream in two nights! Third! And this one had Darth Vader in it, which ought to count as its own category of 'not a restful night.'

( There's always another Dark Apprentice running around somewhere, and they never seem to know about each other. )

And I should point out that this whole adventure was vivid enough that I still remember most of it after a whole day's worth of Doing Stuff. Which does not settle my nerves even slightly. Maybe I should go back to having a cup of milk before bed...

Also, I was eyeing 'Star Wars: The Force Unleashed' today as a direct consequence of this. Somebody smack me...

...I really shouldn't be surprised I get cracky dreams. *rolls eyes* At least I could sleep in today.

( Dream 1 ) ( Dream 2 )

...just for the record, my brain? Scares me. Every once in a while.

In other news, the 'rents have the house all decorated for Christmas, and the kitchen is absolutely filled with Dad's sugar cookies. Eeeee. ^______^

Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. Oddly enough, this did not induce gibbering panic, though it did occur to me to wonder how this had happened seeing as how I'm still a virgin. But even then it didn't seem like quite so big a deal: I just went about my day, going to work and all, just with the constant presence of a baby bump riding along with me.

In other news, ow headache. Early bedtime.

*

Also, I dreamed I was a were-canid of some sort, and me and my friend were trying to get away from a were-lioness - who, it turned out, was only trying to get a better look at us. She was actually quite polite once she had me pinned down. And all this was after I dreamed I was a very small sprite in a pantheon of cat-goddesses who lived in what looked like the Sleeping Forest from FF7: AC, and apparently I did something Rite because I was rewarded. ...With pregnancy. Clearly this is a patriarchal pantheon.

I had another one of those dreams that might wind up turning into a comic/story of some kind. Halp. XD

( Journey into my subconscious... )

In other news, I got a glimpse of my future today. Yankee Candle salesladies, shoving merchandise in my face with the kind of desperate, brittle-cheery zeal you sometimes get among evangelists who think that if you don't convert, they're going to hell. And they were hiring, along with everyplace else in the mall, meaning that if I don't get this animal hospital job, that's probably where I'm headed. ...Excuse me while I hide under the bed. Do Not Want!

My subconscious is evolving a bit. I've reached the point in my dreams where I know I'm dreaming on some level and can control the physics somewhat - mostly flying and that sort of thing. What I can't do is wake up in the middle of a dream, because I get invested in the storyline and have to see it through to the end. I wind up sleeping through my alarm and having Mom shake me awake a half an hour later. XD

Today there were a couple of harvest festivals in the area, and I went out with a sweater on and I was still cold. Sigh... Indian summer's over, I guess. (One step closer to my birthday though.)

And, since the image wouldn't leave me alone: ( A Galvatron & Rodimus skibble. Slash if you're so inclined. )

I lay down for a nap today and dreamed that Sari (played by me) and Starscream had switched bodies.

By what means the switch happened, I don't know, but it was probably something Allsparky. All of a sudden I found myself flying and transforming and all that, pretty much having a grand old time being a giant robot. By coincidence there was a strawberry festival going on, so I got to see that from the air. (A strawberry festival? WTF, brain?)

Of course, my carefree existence as a technically-undead chin-that-could-poke-an-eye-out alien war machine was not to last. For behold, Lugnut and Blitzwing come swiftly through the sky, to bring me in for Megatron's harsh justice! I jinked and dived, scrambling to escape from their bombs and lasers, for though I took to flying like a champ, weapons were a bit harder to figure out. They chased me through the night, above and below the wispy clouds over what I assume was a Great Lake, and eventually drove me back toward the Decepticons' base, where Megatron joined the aerial chase. They grounded me at one point and I declared something to the effect of not being a vehicle for Megatron to get his jollies (and if that isn't indicative of something, I don't know what is) before the Autobots showed up and Saved the Day, presumably taking me home to get switched back.

I don't know where Starscream Himself was during all this. Possibly in the state of Freaking The Hell Out.

So last night I dreamed I was on Mythbusters.

....and that's all I gotta say. ;) *ducks!* So they were taking the 'myth' part a bit more literally this episode, as I was tasked with testing the Daedalus myth - as the dream began, I was making wings out of black feathers and wax from black candles. (Maybe this was the Goth episode instead.) While this was happening, some Producer Guy came in and was basically a prick to everybody and made a mess of things. But I had the last laugh, because he'd decorated the entire place with black feather dusters (Prick Eye for the Mythbusters Guy?) and I ripped them up and used them for my wings. ^_^

......flapflap! :D

- During in-class critique, concerning a video game interface I had designed:
Classmate: The buttons are very... touchable.
Me: *.....................*
Classmate: ...sorry.

- I got complimented on my shoes the other day. From a complete stranger. That always takes me by surprise.

- 'Nother dream: I had to rescue an old friend of mine from Alabama from a capricious faerie who'd turned her into a small fluffy dog, via faerie-style trickery/manners/wordplay. I had gotten in very close with the faerie, and was just running away with my dog-shaped friend when I woke up. *baps alarm with pillow*

- Saw Kung Fu Panda today. I include this in the 'strange and odd' category because it is a Jack Black movie, and everything Jack Black touches turns to WTF. ( Spoilers herein. )

- Lastly, I don't mean to bring anybody's hopes up since it's all still two weeks and a metric buttload of work away, but, um... I actually think I might graduate. I mean, I think I've started to let myself believe it. ...Okay, look, I wasn't going to do this graduation ceremony, right? My high school graduation was a complete load of horseshit. The highlight was when I stuck my tongue out at the camera right as Dad was taking a picture. But today someone from The Office called because I haven't gotten back to them about buying a cap and gown, and when Mom told me this I pictured it and pictured my name on the announcement and something... just snapped into focus for me, I guess. I've worked my ass off for this, I thought, why shouldn't I stand up there with everyone else? Why shouldn't I be proud? And that's when I started to believe. Despite myself, I started to believe.

My latest interesting dream: ( behind here. )

*thinks* I'd really like to do another porn_battle prompt tonight. Last time I did two, and I've done two this round so far, so I'd like to do at least one more by the time it closes... but it doesn't close 'til Wednesday, and I have FFXII calling my name. Hmm.