dreamer_easy | (no subject)

I dreamed that my brothers arranged a battle between magical and conventional warfare, although both sides had tanks. It took place on a huge lawn in front of an embassy. I know this because at one point I was inside the building, hastily choosing an appropriate gown from a long rack which lowered itself from a balcony to the ground while each group of women grabbed what they could. I think the battle must have been a draw. The lawn was wrecked, but the only other effect was that Tim had gone insane and chased a giraffe upstairs. (Frank was fine, albeit nursing a collection of orphaned kittens, a good trick for a tom). The battle apparently involved solving a whole lot of logic or maths puzzles; I know this because Lawrence Miles collected them up and took them away to rewrite the outcome of the fight.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It's the spores, I tell you. Last night, I dreamt I missed my own 40th birthday party (which was being held on the scale and possibly in the venue of my Year 12 formal) because my mother wanted me to help her catch an Australian native peacock.

Why does everyone have more interesting dreams than me?

BETTER DRUGZ LOL