lonemagpie: b7 finale (b7)
Woke up from a somewhat unsettling dream this morning- about having been at a thing where I'd spent the whole time trying to avoid bumping into someone who's trust and confidence I lost, and then did so on a big flight of stairs and was so conflicted I woke up.

I doesn't help that I know exactly where and when this is going to happen for real, and I just... Really would rather not.
lonemagpie: 10Doc whats (wtf)
So, a bunch of us were transporting three coats for Conrad Veidt (Connie wasn't actually in the dream, by the way, we were just trying to deliver these coats to the theatre where he'd be needing them).

In Citizen Khan's car. (If you don't know that show, you're probably lucky)

From Birmingham to Bradford by way of at least one flooded spooky old house, and lots of juggling things around in rain-soaked car parks.

After which we had a message that Connie thought the show was his worst ever.

Even in my dreams I let everybody down sooner or later.
lonemagpie: 10Doc whats (wtf)
OK, weirdest dream for a while and a rare one I remember - we'd gone for fish and chips in some soulless cafeteria, and I noticed Japanese twins of about 20-ish in a corner, who each had a pet lizard about the size of our Cleo. I went round to the kitchen door to get them some bread and jam - following a jam-red line to find the kitchen door - but the really weird bit was that I *wasn't* trying to lure the girls (one was called James, but they were definitely girls) home for a naughty foursome, but *was* trying to keep in touch with the lizards, cos they reminded me of the cats, except not furry...
lonemagpie: 10Doc whats (wtf)
You know you've spent time with the wrong crowd when you wake up from a dream where you were writing the novel revealing that the female Dr Who companion most into anal is Leela because she's from a preindustrial society in which that's an obvious contraceptive-friendly means of shagging, in a world where pills and condoms don't exist. (which is, after all, pretty much how the whole religious anti-buggery thing got going anyway.)

This may not be unconnected to having been having to drink only coffee and booze the last couple of days cos we have run out of juice.

I'm never going to be allowed near Dr Who again, eh?

ETA- This is the sort of thing that pops unwanted into your head at random if you're a writer...

Like Dorothy Parker said, "writers and poets and such horses' necks start off from anywhere and end up at sex"

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