And then I was the proud tenant of a little apartment, starting in July. Aaaaaah, so happy! \o/
So I just woke up after one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had. It starts out with some lady with a camcorder walking around an abandoned, old house in Russia. Apparently it was supposed to be where the Tsar family was murdered and she was trying to catch their ghosts on camera.
However, there are lots of ghosts in this place and something ends up scaring her, (and me I might add), so she covers herself with a blanket for some reason. Next thing I know we’re running away from the house, while actually still in the house, I don’t know how it works either, don’t ask, and she has Anastasia’s ghost coming with us to in some kind of mecha-golem thing and we’re being chased by angry furniture centaurs. Great way to start your day.
So, we’re writing essays for our fiction course at university and it’s apparently affecting my dreams. This morning I dreamt I was in class, (though it wasn’t the right teacher), people were getting their essays back but the teacher said I hadn’t turned mine in. After nagging the lady a bit I got mine back as well and of course read it, since it was a dream and I had no recollection of writing it. Turns out I wrote a novel, complete with character concept drawings. It was pretty good too. Evil witches with purple flames, eccentric and ridiculous heros and a little girl that was fine with drinking well water from a tiny McDonald’s ice cream cone instead of actually going to McDonald’s since the bad guys would find us if we did. :D
Welcome to university; where we make you read about pedophiles.