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Dreamed last night. I can't remember most of the "plot"; mostly I just recall the imagery, which was very very WEIRD.
It was me, my sister, and Jason throughout most of the dream. At one point we were at a fancy hotel overlooking the ocean. It was a HUGE hotel-- architecture in my dreams is always impossibly massive, and this was no exception. It was something like fifty or sixty stories high, and it was twice as long as it was tall. Despite the height of the hotel (and the sprawling hotels around it; the cliffs were totally built up with magnificent hotels), the waves from the ocean were so violent they crashed halfway up the buildings. Some of the other hotels had terraces with cafes on them and stuff; when we looked out the windows, we could watch people trying to drink their coffee twenty stories down getting drenched. Some of them even had their tables swept away. Probably a bad place for a hotel, but apparently the water was never supposed to be able to get that high. I mean, we were on CLIFFS!
Then we left the hotels, running from something (maybe the rising water?). We found these kinda skeezy motel-cabins in the woods right next to a junkyard, plain things that were just a dirty white bedroom and a bathroom lit only by white Christmas lights. We set up there, but I remember being horribly nervous the whole time, wondering why I was bothering to unpack things when They were coming to get us. No idea who "They" were, either. XD;
All the things I packed (in a backpack, like a runaway) were STUPID things, too, like the stuff you'd shove into your pack when you're seven and you tell yourself you're gonna run away because Mom is so meeeean, so you're gonna live on an island with Peter Pan. There were ridiculous items in there, like a dragon figurine made of wood and a glass tumbler and a piece of string. For some reason all my items were very important to me; when we finally had to hightail it I almost panicked as I tried to shove everything back in. I was so afraid I'd FORGET something, and then It Would All Be Over.
Then we were on the bus, and driving back to our old neighborhood. It was the neighborhood where my Grandpa lives, only in the dream it was a lot more menacing. For example, I'm PRETTY sure there isn't an Evil Steam-Robot Factory anywhere near Grampa's house.
It was winter, inexplicably, the slushy end of winter where the streets are soupy and the snow that's left lies in dirty grey chunks on the sidewalks. We got off the bus and walked as quietly as we could down the dark streets, not wanting to wake any neighbors and not wanting to alert Them or Their evil robots. I THINK we were sneaking toward the factory, but for what purpose I don't know. The dream ends there, its purpose fulfilled in that it made me feel REALLY paranoid, and more than a little weirded out, since the imagery was so vivid, more like a memory than a dream. I kind of wish I could paint-- the wave-assaulted hotels would make a pretty cool painting.
In completely other news, I picked up some manga after work yesterday. I decided to try out D.Gray-Man, since a lot of people on my flist seem to like it. I bought the first two manga and read the first one, but despite trying really hard, I couldn't find any reason to like it. :[ It just didn't appeal to me in any way, plus I kept yelling in my head, "IF IT'S SET IN THE 19TH CENTURY, PLZ TRY A LITTLE HARDER ON THE CLOTHES!" XD;; Costume design is important to me, apparently, and I just hated all the girls in miniskirts and pants and stuff that was too anachronistic to ignore, even in an admittedly "fictional" fantasy setting. I'll read the second one and see if it gets any better, but I don't have high hopes.
I also picked up the first volume of Le Chevalier d'Eon, which is very very pretty and an interesting read, if a bit predictable. I'm still trying to figure out if it counts as crossdressing or not. XD It was OKAY, but it's not something I'll rush out to buy the next volume of.
Thirdly, I grabbed the first two copies of Millenium Snow, by Ouran's Bisco Hattori. Yet again-- pretty, but nothing that GRABBED me, certainly not the way Ouran did. And I was so hopeful-- I have a secret shameful love for vampires, but the characters just didn't sparkle the way they could have.
Lastly, I got the final three volumes of Tite Kubo's Zombiepowder, which I LOVED. I really like Kubo's art style, even though I could never get into Bleach, and I was sad that this was only four volumes long. It left a TON of unanswered questions! D: Seriously, almost NOTHING got resolved! So disappointed.
But on the other hand, Gamma Akutabi and C.T. Smith are hot, and I would totally slash them. >.>
Alright, that's it for me. Dammit, I need to write more Kinkfest stuff. D: So tragically behind. Will I be killed if I don't manage to get them all done? ;__; Eleven was really far too many-- as always, my eyes are bigger than my writing stomach.
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