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I had another weird dream last night - this is probably a cue that I'm not sleeping super well. Too much caffeine lately I guess. I am going to blame the buses :p

I don't remember the beginning of this one much at all. But a bunch of us were building tiny homes/sheds/cabins/trailers. Maybe for larp? Or like the ones I have seen people build on larp properties... I saw a post about these on facebook yesterday and that's probably why they are featuring, anyway. Also planning a cabin trip at the end of next month so maybe that's in there too. In this case, there was some kind of city injunction (maybe unofficial?) against them, and they had been trying to make it really hard to build them. So like - you couldn't buy certain kinds of siding that werte used in these projects, or if you could you weren't allowed to install it in some places (like you had to take it out of town), and the...presumably hardware store that we were dealing with didn't want to order it for us unless we took it off the premise directly. We in this case were me and my friend Claire, who has been showing up in my weird dreams a lot lately (I actually dreamed last night that we went to get ramen. or at least that was part of it).

Anyway, in last night's dream I remember having a big package of vinyl siding delivered that I had to get from the store. idk what a package of vinyl siding actually looks like but this was a quite large plastic wrapped box, and the end of it had a label affixed. I do remember seeing my little shed on a trailer as well.

Claire wanted to use some kind of wooden siding or shingles that had been outlaws ages ago, but there was this other stuff you could get that was basically the same but longer pieces. It was a very dumb shape - but kind of looked like baseboard, except that one fo the ling sides ad a piece cut out. I can imagine it but not describe it, apparenlty - sorry ;p Anyway, she got a bunch of that and was just going to saw it into pieces by herself. She had a regular handsaw to do this and was working on it at the store behind some wooden shelves in a little empty alcove with pale yellow walls and a low ceiling. IDK why I remmber these very pointless details. The older butch lady who ran the hardware store was basically politely ignoring our crimes against traditional housing. For some reason Ruth was there working on her own project (she was maybe also building a shed/trailer/whatever - I'm not sure). I offered to go get one of my saws from home for Claire, and Ruth was like "is it going to be powerful enough? It would need to be at least 43 [nonsense dream units of some kind, idk]." I think she was going to offer something of her own if we didn't have anything. We have a jigsaw and a sawzall at home irl, but the jigsaw is not mine. This was all true in my dream as well, except they were both blue and not orange. Anyway, I said I had a sawzall, and she was like "Oh yeah that would be perfect." And then I went to get my saw. That's about all I remember.

I had a dream last night and as usual only remember bits and pieces. I was doing some kind of conservation job – I remember there were a lot of rusted materials that needed conservation, but tit wasn’t at my work. I remember a white lab space with everything laid out on trays on tables. Julie was also working somewhere different, and she was annoyed because there was a statue on her work property under her care that had gone viral. It was an old statue of a dude, on a column on a plinth in an outdoor… I can’t think of the word, but it had its own marble enclosure, kind of like the Lincoln monument, but this guy was standing. He was wearing revolutionary war era clothes with a tricorn and the flared frock coat. But if you were standing on the steps up to the statue from a certain angle, it looks like the glass column was going right up his butt. So it became known as the glass dildo statue (I guess the column was glass? Who knows – dream). She was annoyed because you had to be standing in the exact right spot to see this effect and she didn’t find it convincing and also she had to deal with all the people who were trying to come see it, as well as all the speculation about whether it was intentional by the artist, and about the dude the statue was of etc.

Somehow related to… this? Or something else? I am rapidly losing details here, but there was some kind of thing found? And then it also became like a popup event. Or maybe it was something that was made – I only have the absolute vaguest memories now of what that was about, but I know that there was a shop that was selling chocolate treats and other sweet snacks associated with this thing, and I was trying to pick out stuff for gifts for people, and I was going to get… something? But then I decided I should get something that was more directly related to the… whatever, or was made of it? Like maybe it was a ‘worlds biggest whatever made of chocolate’ and then they were selling stuff made out of it later? Anyway, I decided not to get that thing, and instead found a package of cookies that were coated in colourful chocolate. The were ring shaped and they kind of looked like blue and teal samoas. They were on a little Styrofoam tray covered in saranwrap and there were about 8 total laid out in two lines so that they partially overlapped, with alternating blue and teal cookies. And then I was looking at fudge and I wanted to get some ‘oreo’ fudge that was like a layered milk fudge (dream) and then a reaaally dark chocolate fudge on the bottom, with chunks of whole broken oreos. I’m sure there were other neat kinds, but that’s the one I saw that called to me and that I remembered. I think I was standing in line for it when I woke up.

I had a dream last night, though I don't remember it super clearly and it was not to begin with super linear. I may not even be remembering them in order - I am not super sure whether the UART or the home bits came first. It involved a few different elements:

UART:
I was working at A&M for a different museum there. We were having a staff meeting. One of the other women was trying to track down record for an old purchase. They'd bought a bunch of prints for resale, I think, and were trying to find out details, because some information that was now relevant was missing. I suggested talking to Cathy, my old boss, while I was thinking (but not saying) that we really ought to be part of UART. Cathy had been here long enough to remember that time and might know something about it, I suggested. The woman was ambivalent.

I later ran into Cathy in the hall. She was dressed sort of like McGonagal from the movies minus the witch hat. She initially seemed pleased to find out I was working there again, but then we talked about my citizenship. We talked about how expensive it had been to hire me as a Canadian, but I hadn't had to pay for it. Now I was a dual citizen (I'm not). She was mad at me for a: not having to pay and b: not having to choose. It came out that she had been forced to choose.

Home:
I was still living with Wererogue and Longpig and the kids, but we were in Moncton, in my maternal grandparents' old neighborhood, and kind of in their old house. It was late winter/early spring, and not too much snow left on the ground. I'd gone with were rogue to pick up the kids from school, which was down the road and around the corner by the park. We looked back and they were gone - we found them Krazy Karpeting down a very small hill. Wererogue told them that he was disappointed they hadn't listened, and that he had been planning to take them sledding on a bigger hill, but now they weren't going to be able to do that. They could go home or keep sledding where they were (it was a really tiny tiny hill, not even snow bank size). They were disappointed. At some point, Longpig managed to set the Karpet on fire from friction because there wasn't enough snow?

When I got home, there was a package. I didn't know what it was, but was told it might be Longpig's possum. Apparently the oven might have been leaking some kind of poison gas, and the way to tell was to keep a small possum in there and monitor it. To do so you should wear full surgical gear made out of maple (??). The possum had died.

Diablotin Jedi:
So I was also Denise, my Diablotin character, and she was a Jedi Padawan. Ander, her mobster-mentor in the game, was her Master. This connected to the earlier fragments in a few ways: when forced to choose earlier, I'd decided that the most important part of my identity was Rat, which is the House that Denise and Ander both belong to. We were dealing with these glass necklaces/fragments that had been part of that purchase where the records were missing. The glass was green with some purple, kind of like fluoride in mineral form. It had words impressed into some of the fragments, but either they weren't actually legible or I just don't remember them at all.

Ander was looking into one of these, and he had found out something, but wouldn't tell me because it was too dangerous. Possibly this related to some cryptic stuff Cathy told me as well? Something about this cause him to die in my arms, and it was very sad. It also somehow related to the possum, if only metaphorically? I don't remember/can't make sense of it now.

I managed to chase down the people who were dealing in this glass to The Docks (What docks? Who even knows, it was very generic). I had a fight with one dude, who had some kind of light saber whip. Obi-Wan Kenobi (Clone Wars vintage) showed up and helped me fight, also telling me that I shouldn't be there, that I didn't understand, that I would get myself killed, and so on. I was all 'but they killed my master!' of course, because Denise really would be a terrible Jedi. We (I) managed to beat the first guy.

The second guy ether ate or absorbed one of these pieces of ...ghost glass? it gave him glowing green wings. He gloated that we couldn't really defeat him. The first guy, who I had very throughly light-sabered, also started glowing green around his chest (the wound? I'm not sure now), and coming back to life.

Then I woke up and I don't know at all how anything resolved! Very frustrating!

Overall, I slept for crap and my back was killing me all night :/

I wrote this one down n an actual book before I forgot it, because that was way easier than doing it from the phone, or trying to get set up on the laptop before I forgot everything. So this is transcribed, more or less, from that.

( Dream )

( I had a crazy dream! ) and then I woke up.

I had exciting dreams last night, at some point, though I only vaguely remember them now.

There were tornadoes around town - two huge dark funnel clouds. For some reason we (I have no idea who 'we' included now) didn't have anywhere safe inside to go, so we decided to drive around and avoid them that way. I don't remember a whole lot else though - they were more cylinders than funnels though, and very very dark grey. I remember thinking I should be more afraid than I was, which was not at all. It was just something I needed to deal with, and also they were fascinating and beautiful, and not directly affecting me. Metaphor? Maybe?

I need to keep packing/sorting stuff tonight, and take care of some other business. Maybe I can go see Age of Ultron sometime this week though - that would be nice. It is getting harder and harder to avoid spoiling myself.

I had a complicated dream last night that I only remember bits and pieces of. There was archaeology stuff, including finding some really good historic glass and pottery in the lower levels of a dig in the "cornfield" of an old farmhouse. I put cornfield in quotes because it felt huge when walking through it, but there was a map later on and it was really just a few rows deep :p Because dreams. I remember an almost intact blue transferware plate, and an almost complete wide pitcher that was very thing purple glass - maybe amethyst glass, maybe alexandrite for extra fancypants.

There was also a cache of historical clothes - possibly two caches of them, one from some kind of provenanced location that had to go to a museum or belonged to some kind of collection that had gorgeous really good condition things that I desperately wanted to have and to wear. I remember a pair of knickers - I guess knickerbockers is the proper term, so as not to confuse the Brits - that were a dark brown corduroy with some bright orange accents on the cuffs (they were so so so awesome, you have no idea. I would kill for pants like that >.>). They might have come out of the farmhouse? Someone else had some similar clothes but they weren't a historian, and had no qualms about actually wearing them, and I was suuuper jealous ;_;

The for some reason I was in a recorder ensemble with some friends of mine, including Kennesaw who apparenlty played the bass recorder, winnifreddirective possibly on ...tenor? And one random faceless person. I was on alto, which I do play in real life. We were waiting to perform at Memorial Hall, the theatre from my undergrad.* We were hanging out on the stairs up to the balcony, sort of lounging, and possibly we were dressed up quasi-medieval in the costumes we had for the recorder consort I was actually in in high school. The person who got to wear the historical clothes (which actually may have been MiB?) went wandering by in them, and I was bemoaning the fact that I couldn't wear mine. And them someone, possibly naryrising told me that I should be grateful that we live in a society that cares about these things, where "these things" meant preserving our history and related material culture. And then I woke up :)

* I have performed there a lot, but really probably spent more time outside of the theatre or on the stage, not in the audience, so the link pic above is a weird perspective for me

I dreamed that I and a bunch of other people were in Queen Elizabeth's court. Not historically - this ws in the present, save that we were al focused at the Carleton Street Armouries, where I used to have cadets. And I was in band, and for some reason, played the flute. Only not much better than I can actually play the flute (this was really vivid in the dream - I remember the feel of the thing, the sound, etc). Or, more to the point, I couldn't read music any better. I was trying to play along with a couple of pieces, and it was going medium well. But at second practice, someone had taken my sheet music, and i was the only flautist around, and the Queen was directing (and possibly was the one who had taken my music, because she didn't have a copy of the flute part, so I couldn't complain), so it was really obvious that i didn't know my part, and she was getting *cross*. Also the rest of the band people were abut as pervy as I am, and we were always trying to hide all our deviancy from her, because we didn't think she'd appreciate it. although at one point towards the end of that sequence I went to talk to her about something and she was pretty nice. She was wearing a blue dress, and had long curly red hair all piled up on top of her head - kinda like Cate Blanchette from the *first* Elizabeth movie.

Apart from that, there is also the part of the dream where earis and I were stuck at a train station, and we had to get to.... court? the department? Maybe they were both the same thing. So, we took a train. By which I mean, that she knew how to drive one, which is funny (and was in the dream) because she doesn't drive at all (well she can, she just *doesn't*) :o But she totally drove this old skool steam engine from a display. We didn't even realize it was on tracks, but she was confident! And by 'we' I mean myself and the bunch of military (Corp?) guys who were lugginf these old fashioned bronze bells somewhere. They got on our little train, but they were a bit rude, so I snarked at them until they were suitably impressed with earis. We wound up at the armoury again, but I don't remember the exact sequence.

I do remember wandering through some city, possibly Sheffield up in Walkley - it at least had some elements of Walkley - talking about plays and musicals that we liked. Which was odd. i totally was talking about stuff I have never seen, but now I don't remember what. There was some kind of street performance, also,with a really tall puppet/guy on stilts. We both liked whatever play he was from o_O

It was very odd, in any case. I think my favourite bit was with the train. It might have been Bumblebee from the Hearts of Steel comic!

I've been meaning nto write about this all day, and now I don't have the energy to write *about* it, just to quickly relate it. But I need to do that much before I forget, and because I might expand later.

I had a dream last night that there was some kind of disaster, maybe it was a shipwreck, but I think it was something on a much larger scale. Bodies of the dead and dying were washed up a the beach. There were people walking along the beach, some were helping, maybe, but I was really only watching one. It was a guy, maybe a military officer of some kind, maybe he was just in the Corp. He was looting, mostly jewelery, and whenever he found someone who was still alive, he would ask them if they were an Aggie. If they were, he would help them get to a rescue truck. but he'd always check for a ring. And if they said no, he would just leave them.