June 15th, 2008


somebody tell me that cambridge is OK

I woke up very, very late this morning, after a terrible morning of nightmares. Mostly this consisted of gaps opening into other dimensions in a mostly-deserted schoolroom and things drifting through them. Most of these things were odd rocks and objects that could be used for doing things to reality, but occasionally they were huge, incoherent monsters that enveloped and consumed people. At first the school where this was happening was quite underpopulated, but gradually it began to fill up with people who had just been doing something else a minute ago, and it came to me that my dream school was collecting people from other dreams, in order to trap and consume them. Occasionally my friends would turn up and tell me there was nothing to worry about, but it didn't help as now they were in the school, too.

In an unrelated scene in the dream, Cambridge was completely destroyed by a nuclear accident (or possibly a suitcase nuke, or possibly a nuclear accident involving a suitcase nuke). Noes!

Then I decided that the perfect solace for my misery was shopping, for dresses. Oddly, this was neither as difficult nor as traumatic as I remembered. Two thumbs up for Very Vintage, and I shall now not embarrass motodraconis at the ball. Oh, ellenlindner, I took your advice on the neckline.

On the way back I stopped off at Joella's and filled a tiffin box with pondweed for the pond. She has newts! Apparently they "just turned up one year".