Current mood:

bouncy

So last night I had a dream....
And it was one of those dreams where I would actually wake up but when I fell back asleep I fell back into what was basically the same dream. And oh it was good. Very, VERY livejournal influenced though, people kept showing up and I knew them immediately by their lj handles. And there were hamsters. I had a hamster I had apparently named Chiaroscuro - how's that for odd?

It began at a cafe on what looked like a college campus. I think I was attending college there. I was at a table with four or five other people, all people I know only from LJ but I recognized them. I know nautibitz was there, and missmurchison and rusty_halo among others. And I was talking about my experience as the National Spokesperson for the Hamster Chapter of the Humane society (*boggle*) and mentioning I was going to have to go to Austin, TX in a week for a conference. And was worried that nobody would be taking care of my hamster Chiaroscuro (I don't and never have owned a hamster) while I was out of town. Nautibitz said she would take care of him as long as she got to walk him on his hamster harness. I had this little harness with a leash apparently and would take Chiaroscuro for walks. And MissMurchison made fun of me naming the hamster after her series. Oh and then I started mentioning that I'd just realized that I hadn't gotten an allowance in like 12 years, and was trying to figure out how to get backpayment on allowance.

Oh and then there were all these weird surreal scenes with me in a bedroom with Spike, except we kept getting interrupted because Nautibitz couldn't figure out how to clean the hamster cage properly. And I kept having to explain where the food went and how to get fresh sawdust. It was all very disturbing. And Spike wanted to eat the hamster. And I realized I was running late for meeting rusty_halo, I'd promised her I'd help her meet with her newly archived authors and show them the graphics (which I know she doesn't use!) that she was going to put with each story. And I got into a debate with a new author (who in my dream was somebody I knew in high school, I was all surprised to see her there, but in reality I have no clue who it was) who was upset because, even though there were no golf clubs in her story, the picture that was going to be used with her story did NOT contain any golf clubs. And she apparently really liked golf clubs.

So anyway, that was my odd dream. I could probably trace where most of it came from, but my brain will never be the same again. I'd kinda like to go back to sleep and finish it though, I'm quite upset that I don't get to find out everything that happens.