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digitaldisciplineApparently, I dreamt about the house I inhabited during my tenure in DC last night, but instead of it being CV's place, it was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaylake. I woke up, came downstairs to start my day, and was surprised to find him working on his laptop in full business attire in the living room (after all, he should be on west coast time, right?), and felt compelled to tell him that the_child was very studiously skateboarding down the stairs and out the front door, wearing that expression that only children of a certain age are capable of - seriousness about doing something they know they shouldn't, but enjoying it nonetheless.
On my way to work (on foot), in the company ofcritus and netgoth, we were beset by armored skeletal warriors (yes, the three of us had run a dungeon full of them, in the company of rick_sec and rappleboy in real life yesterday evening), and while M&K were able to elude the most tenacious, I, dressed in jeans and a hawaiian shirt, had to make a run for it, barely escaping with the help of a chain link fence and my battery of healing and protection spells.
Note: wearing cloth armor is probably marginally more effective than a short-sleeved aloha button-up.
Then I walked through a junior high's lacrosse practice, wandered the halls of a middle school for the developmentally disabled, and onto the set of a remake of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, with Nurse Ratchet being played by Jennifer Grey. After hooking a young redheaded man's dick up to electrodes, she proceeded to appear to give him head and turn on the juice. I came back in moments later, and the nurse had been replaced bytylorael, who was the young man's love interest and rescuer, and I walked out in the company of an older, lobotomized man after telling the redheaded kid, "When everything you own is in a bag, things aren't going well." He was, for reasons of sneakiness, I presume, not wearing his hospital johnnies, but was instead dressed in paper grocery bags.
The old fellow left, and I became him, and the special effects set in. All I could see anywhere in the city (I believe it was NYC) was a very Gibson's Matrix-esque depiction of burning points of buildings, but only the places of worship - they burned, shot beams vertically, and were topped by showers of sparks. Making my way to the top of a ziggurat, the man's insanity became clear - he thought he was god, and referred to the old man (the actor who played the senior monk in The Fifth Element as "grandson," but wanted him to call him "my child." The old monk refused, and the world was pretty much annihilated.
Then I woke up.
Err, yeah. Off to the chiropractor's office for me. Sleeping late is decadent, but still prone to weird things.
jaylake. I woke up, came downstairs to start my day, and was surprised to find him working on his laptop in full business attire in the living room (after all, he should be on west coast time, right?), and felt compelled to tell him that the_child was very studiously skateboarding down the stairs and out the front door, wearing that expression that only children of a certain age are capable of - seriousness about doing something they know they shouldn't, but enjoying it nonetheless.On my way to work (on foot), in the company of
critus and netgoth, we were beset by armored skeletal warriors (yes, the three of us had run a dungeon full of them, in the company of rick_sec and rappleboy in real life yesterday evening), and while M&K were able to elude the most tenacious, I, dressed in jeans and a hawaiian shirt, had to make a run for it, barely escaping with the help of a chain link fence and my battery of healing and protection spells.Note: wearing cloth armor is probably marginally more effective than a short-sleeved aloha button-up.
Then I walked through a junior high's lacrosse practice, wandered the halls of a middle school for the developmentally disabled, and onto the set of a remake of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, with Nurse Ratchet being played by Jennifer Grey. After hooking a young redheaded man's dick up to electrodes, she proceeded to appear to give him head and turn on the juice. I came back in moments later, and the nurse had been replaced by
tylorael, who was the young man's love interest and rescuer, and I walked out in the company of an older, lobotomized man after telling the redheaded kid, "When everything you own is in a bag, things aren't going well." He was, for reasons of sneakiness, I presume, not wearing his hospital johnnies, but was instead dressed in paper grocery bags.The old fellow left, and I became him, and the special effects set in. All I could see anywhere in the city (I believe it was NYC) was a very Gibson's Matrix-esque depiction of burning points of buildings, but only the places of worship - they burned, shot beams vertically, and were topped by showers of sparks. Making my way to the top of a ziggurat, the man's insanity became clear - he thought he was god, and referred to the old man (the actor who played the senior monk in The Fifth Element as "grandson," but wanted him to call him "my child." The old monk refused, and the world was pretty much annihilated.
Then I woke up.
Err, yeah. Off to the chiropractor's office for me. Sleeping late is decadent, but still prone to weird things.
