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I just had a dream where I was going to what I guess was the music building at my university (it looked nothing like it, of course), after never having practised my instrument and mostly forgetting I’d signed up for a music class. I was about to have to either go into the room and “face the music”, so to speak, or never set foot in the room again and drop the class. Fairly typical dumb anxiety dream that I swear I’ve already had twice in some form.

The more interesting part of the dream was the beginning, though.

As I was coming into the building, I’d gone over to use the restroom.
But as I looked at the doors, I was suddenly overcome with a realisation:

Oh god, this is one of those older buildings.

In this dream, I apparently lived in a universe where it used to be that one door was labelled with a stylised male figure and the words “White/Male/Cis/Het” while the other door had no human figure and was simply labelled “Others”.


Today I had a dream that involved elevators with open doors that could go places elevators don’t normally go. I nearly forgot it when I woke up so I don’t remember a lot of it, sadly.

At first I was just getting on normal elevators that only went up one or two floors though a little bit fast. Then there was one that shot up some 500 floors really fast, through this building that was still building itself before your eyes to catch up to the elevator except the elevator was going way too fast so it just went up into the sky.

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Today I had a dream that I and a number of “classmates” (from highschoolcollege, of course) were playing baseball but there were no real rules so we were just kinda making things up as we went along.

We had a very small fenced square which was on a boardwalk for some reason (which to be fair was a very wide boardwalk the square was nearly the whole width of), where each of the corners had a base on it and a ton of people, maybe 100, were standing on the water side of the enclosure just watching, along with about 30 people on the land side.

I didn’t have a bat. The “pitcher” was standing opposite me on the second base, just kinda tossing a red plastic ball that wasn’t even a baseball, and sometimes I would catch it and throw it back but other times I would miss, because the ball was only half good at bouncing and hard to predict. After a few rounds of this I realised maybe I should try to run, and ran to second base assuming I could do that if I got there before the ball stopped. Nobody in the huge crowd critiqued me so I guessed it was good.

Then other people started coming to the plate, and the game increasingly started to get more “rules”. When the ball was flying but the person on first base neglected to run, somebody in the crowd snappily reminded me that I couldn’t do that. But shortly after that happened, the bases were being replaced with small palm-sized traffic cones for some reason and they had to put in two more bases before third and home. This was ostensibly to alleviate the crowding on second base where the “pitcher” had to stand in front of the base, but I think the “pitcher” was still standing exactly where she was.


Last night I had a dream that a friend on tumblr sent me a message asking if she could make her fan player character for Hyper Light Drifter work for my monarch OC I’d tentatively made when I didn’t know much about the game but her secondhand gushings

I was like, uhhh I’m still not sure how canon they are but? if this weird mess I threw together based on something I intuitively felt should exist in HLD’s world makes any sense, yeah sure why not

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This was my “OC”, pretty much exactly. Their “story” was something like, they were drawn to hyperlight to gain power, and did, but became this sorta zombieish thing unable to stop bursting it out of themself, their body sort of in this constant battle between being preserved and torn apart by it. (Their central tear is like, a bust seam, and their feet no longer work right and have gone kind of limp. But I imagine them being able to throw out really powerful magic by flailing forth their entire useless body really hard.)

I still know very little about Hyper Light Drifter.
In fact, now I think I know even less than I did before. :p

For the longest time I never really “got” fins on dragons or that thing where dragons have a million bones in their wings but then today I saw an illustration for D&D Pathfinder where a dragon was drawn with these funky wings that were membranous but scalloped (?) with a bunch of little bones going through them like the rachis running down flight feathers and honestly

By total accident it made me think because the only place I’d seen that many bones in a limb was in fish (particularly ray-finned fish aka Actinopterygians)

Maybe fin dragons would be the closest related tetrapods to ray-finned fish.

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Me: It occurs to me while updating my charahub that I put both that Kate tended to be really bullshit and Ssivyin was the best at putting aside other people’s bullshit

Me: Unstoppable force vs immovable object

Me: It’d actually be a great dynamic

Me: Ssivyin just kinda incidentally gets their day interrupted by Kate doing something bullshit and just kinda decides, ok, you are going down. Ssiassi, you have full permission to go do whatever you want

Me: Not least because I don’t imagine Kate would believe fae are real so if she saw one indisputably next to Ssivyin she’d probably flip her shit

You don’t even know Flerovium?

Today I had a dream that I was back in high school AP Language Arts (english) class, but for some reason we were talking about the periodic table of the elements and we were all going to have to know it in like a week.

The classroom had a huge periodic table going all the way around its walls and I noticed that this table went all the way up to element 114—which I was really surprised at since the highest number I thought was on the table was 112 and this was the first time I’d ever seen one like that. It had this very lazy combination name that was some kind of fusion of “Livermorium”, “Meitnerium”, “Darmstadtium”, and/or “Roentgenium”; it was like “Liverstadtgenium” or something, and ironically while I was looking at it my brain kept tentatively throwing around the word “Flerovium?”, which is the real name for element 114.

When I commented on element 114 being there the teacher said something to the effect of “yeah, it’s on there now. Stop gawking and know it yesterday”.

After that I was trying really frantically to write down all the elements in my notebook with a permanent marker for some reason, starting by making these numbered cells in rows of 10 (because simply copying the shape of the periodic table on the wall was too hard I guess), but every time I tried to do that I drew some of the lines too far apart and some of them too close together and had to start the effort over again. I did that maybe six times before the dream just ended.

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Genuine pizza sauce smoothies, only $1.75

This morning I had a dream that I wanted to order a smoothie at Subway, by which I mean some sort of random ovular booth in the middle of a really vast mall or something with two or three different counters kinda randomly cascading out of each other like one of those postmodern buildings in Los Angeles made of squashed-together cubes.

I went up to one of the counters and tried to pay, but the young woman at the counter said there was no need for that. I just had to go over to the machine, which would take care of everything.

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Botany glitch: secret lilac branch

Today I dreamed that I had some sort of college test to go to, but as it wasn’t for another half hour or so, I was waiting around in my yard. Until it was time to go to class at the far, far end of my yard, behind a random door just standing out in the grass not actually connected to a building.

While waiting for class, I started looking at some birch trees around the area, and discovered that one of them had an odd branch with flowers you wouldn’t expect to see on a birch tree. They were small white flowers with four pointed petals in a fused (connate) tube shape, clustered in some kind of small thyrse—basically like a lilac but pointier. After I spotted them the first time I tried to find them again, but completely lost sight of the branch the second time and couldn’t find it again, as if it had moved higher on the tree and then disappeared. Had it been grafted on there? Had it mysteriously mutated out of the tree? Was it even real? Now I might never know.

With a matter of minutes left, I went to make sure my calculator was in my invisible bag “just in case” the test required one, and set off for the far corner of my yard.

However, I still had faith my non-botany-related professor of a completely vague class which was going to be testing the whole time might be able to tell me something about the phantom tree branch.