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The dream I had last night somehow managed to be both horribly disturbing and really, really nice at the same time. I actually woke up this morning at 9:30 because I'm insane or something, and ended up going back to sleep for another three hours so I could actually get 8 hours of sleep, but for some odd reason all my dreaming was done before I got up the first time... err.. anyway! I can only remember little fragments of it now, which is sad because the majority of it was pretty cool, as far as my non-insane dreams go. I really can't explain the first part of it properly because the premise is insanely weird and in the end I end up on these giant stairs with my boss from this factory I work in talking and studying for physics and he's trying to comfort me about something when all of a sudden everyone else from the UofC shows up for a class picture and they drive a van up the stairs. And after that there was a lot of wandering around in these strange dorm-like places where people from high school lived. Once again this one evil part of my brain decided to imply something ridiculous between these two people I know at home and if I could find that part of my brain and cut it out I would because it's disturbing that something in my head is thinking about that.
Hooray! That is the most inspecific outline of a dream I have ever written! It is sort of hard to explain your extremely close relationship with your factory boss, though... errr.. and why I was working in a factory... and why it was raining out and I was trying to figure out which way we could make the place bigger. And why my boss was sort of Roy Mustang (5'8 in my dream heck yes at least my subconscious has got it right). I'm shutting up now. Roy Mustang needs to stop stalking me in my dreams, goshdarnit. It makes me look like a fangirl.
Hooray! That is the most inspecific outline of a dream I have ever written! It is sort of hard to explain your extremely close relationship with your factory boss, though... errr.. and why I was working in a factory... and why it was raining out and I was trying to figure out which way we could make the place bigger. And why my boss was sort of Roy Mustang (5'8 in my dream heck yes at least my subconscious has got it right). I'm shutting up now. Roy Mustang needs to stop stalking me in my dreams, goshdarnit. It makes me look like a fangirl.
