Never enough sleepy sleepyies.
Nov. 8th, 2001 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
batskeetsI slept later than I meant to, not because I would miss anything in particular, but because I wanted to get up a little early. It kiiinda figures, huh?
I had a weirdo dream which involved playing what seemed like a modified indoor version of capture the flag. I think the flag might have been a person that we were supposed to take "hostage" though. And it also involved running between different rooms much like one would in the dorms. And for some reason, at one point I was showing off bras and swapping bra recommendations with other ladies. O_o;;; And at the end some guy that kinda looked like Warren from Buffy was putting the mack on me, too. :::aldskfhalkhdsf:: I am a dork. I sat there for about 5 seconds with a "what the fuh...?" look on my face, before getting up, walking away, and pretending to do something important until James came back (which he never did, I woke up before that could happen) so I could convey that I was, indeed, spoken for. Weird. My dreams never seem to have much in the way of a linear plot. :p Or even dialogue, for that matter. Jeesh.
Anyway, here I am, awake and alive. I think I actually have a lot to talk about, but I really should get in the shower and get going. More later, perhaps.
I had a weirdo dream which involved playing what seemed like a modified indoor version of capture the flag. I think the flag might have been a person that we were supposed to take "hostage" though. And it also involved running between different rooms much like one would in the dorms. And for some reason, at one point I was showing off bras and swapping bra recommendations with other ladies. O_o;;; And at the end some guy that kinda looked like Warren from Buffy was putting the mack on me, too. :::aldskfhalkhdsf:: I am a dork. I sat there for about 5 seconds with a "what the fuh...?" look on my face, before getting up, walking away, and pretending to do something important until James came back (which he never did, I woke up before that could happen) so I could convey that I was, indeed, spoken for. Weird. My dreams never seem to have much in the way of a linear plot. :p Or even dialogue, for that matter. Jeesh.
Anyway, here I am, awake and alive. I think I actually have a lot to talk about, but I really should get in the shower and get going. More later, perhaps.
