Blergle. Weird dreams, too.
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I just slept for eighteen hours. *yawn* And I still can't stay awake. Seriously, WTF? Miss one night's sleep and now hibernation? I do not understand my body.
Then again, I don't understand much else right now either, but that's mostly because I can't stop yawning and am still not fully conscious.
Dreams... weird ones, seriously weird. The lake of pineapple juice, the text-adventure-ish boat, the strange life with the kids... oh gods, the oddventure, that horrifying tunnel with the robot-tree-people, the STORE, trying to pay with the credit card that forced us to listen to really bad MIDI files for hours before processing... and being trapped in the car, surrounded by zombie political rallyist people... oh, hey, I remember Kadin being on the textboat, that was just freakish, and apparently was my fault somehow. It was this giant worldwide game thing, and required everything from galley slaves to row the damned boat to skilled mathmaticions which I spelled wrong to keep the sails full... so so so weird. There was a government-run freshwater spring - the guy who owned the pineapple lake (fed by a pineapple spring, of course) tipped us off about it, so we 'got in at the ground floor'. For some reason, he also wanted to know if, and I quote, we 'needed to hire a black guy RIGHT THIS MINUTE', because he apparently knew where one was. This turned out to be under our car, having a picnic.
My subconscious has a LOT to explain.
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