Dreams are getting weird
Last night's dreams? Giles and Faith. And a war waged with P51 Mustangs and Sherman tanks. In the middle of which there was a digression to Cambridge, England, and a group of Lewis Carroll-inspired civic statuary. To which Giles said, very mildly, "I'm dreadfully sorry, but wasn't he a don at Oxford?" And Faith gave him this look.
And now I pretty much have to do laundry or else.
Am mildly stuck in the forest temple. I think I need to improve my bomb-throwing skills to move on. Sigh.
And now I pretty much have to do laundry or else.
Am mildly stuck in the forest temple. I think I need to improve my bomb-throwing skills to move on. Sigh.
hee!
Mmm, Giles and Faith...
Dream Ficathon!
All entries must be based on an actual dream experienced by the author. Author must include as detailed a description of the original dream as possible. No other rules appy....
Yeah, ok, I'll shut up now. lol