Oh, dreams

[evilhippo]

"I love the dictionary!"
"Oh, me too! It's my favourite book!"
"If I was stranded on a desert island, I could totally eat the King James."

... Very odd when that's the last line of a dream before you wake up to telemarketers calling. (That line was delivered while vaulting unsuccessfully over a library cart.) I'm... not sure why dream!me thought the King James was a version of the dictionary, but... I suppose I should be more concerned about the parts before, where something like 4chan, only with paper and tape was going on in a stairwell, and some sort of math-based interview, including scolding for being a temp (because I wasn't going to work until 2011), in order to be a roller-skating messenger for the university.

Comments

[lisiche.livejournal.com]

I'm more disturbed by the fact that somewhere in your subconcious you think anything associated with King James is edible. @_@ ...the man makes me shiver with disgust. He liked to go for rides on his horse. Wouldn't get off the horse all day.

....yeah. Think about it. DX

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

While it's strange to be thinking of eating paper on a desert island, I'm going to remain very glad that I wasn't professing my desire to eat King James himself.

And I think I'll avoid thinking about that, if it's all the same to you. (-;

[lisiche.livejournal.com]

This is true. The paper, no matter where it's been, is much more likely to be clean than his former majesty.

[look-alive.livejournal.com]

...I have dreams where I wake up singing.