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Two things I remember from last night's dreams:
1) For some reason LJ had decided to reparse some of this post. I don't reamember much about that part, but I distinctly recall that "I love it when a plan comes together" had been separated out into its own sentence. I did write it very late at night.
2) I was driving in my car and pulling onto a motorway, when the traffic all slowed to a crawl. Investigation revealed that a car transporter had been involved in an accident and shed its load - there were broken cars everywhere. (Despite this when I actually saw the car transporter it was fully loaded with cars, because, you know, that's what a car transporter looks like.) Then I had to keep stopping because there were people in the road, wrapped in blankets and walking slowly away from the crash. I decided that, me being alone in my car and these people having to walk, it was only sensible to offer people lifts; after filling my car I spotted my younger sister out in the road looking quite annoyed. I obviously had to throw somebody out of the car to let her in, but who? That's when I woke up.
Chalk that latter one down to watching most of the pilot to Battlestar Galactica (notably the scene where Boomer and Helo agree to take survivors off-world in their tiny ship), followed by a long drive home to see my Mum and sister.
1) For some reason LJ had decided to reparse some of this post. I don't reamember much about that part, but I distinctly recall that "I love it when a plan comes together" had been separated out into its own sentence. I did write it very late at night.
2) I was driving in my car and pulling onto a motorway, when the traffic all slowed to a crawl. Investigation revealed that a car transporter had been involved in an accident and shed its load - there were broken cars everywhere. (Despite this when I actually saw the car transporter it was fully loaded with cars, because, you know, that's what a car transporter looks like.) Then I had to keep stopping because there were people in the road, wrapped in blankets and walking slowly away from the crash. I decided that, me being alone in my car and these people having to walk, it was only sensible to offer people lifts; after filling my car I spotted my younger sister out in the road looking quite annoyed. I obviously had to throw somebody out of the car to let her in, but who? That's when I woke up.
Chalk that latter one down to watching most of the pilot to Battlestar Galactica (notably the scene where Boomer and Helo agree to take survivors off-world in their tiny ship), followed by a long drive home to see my Mum and sister.