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I slept most of today - like, actual deep sleep like I woke up once all day as opposed to lying around dozing. Like, my ear still hurts from lying on it all day. But I now have this list of dreams I had, and somehow I remember most of it and I'm so gonna have to write them down because, weird as it may seem, despite them probably being spread out over different periods of r.e.m. sleep, they were all linked. except, weirdly, not.

I started out with the standard late-for-exam thing, except I was doing shopping in little charity/junk shops, and then I couldn't find the building, and was freaking out about being lost and eventually got there (and the building had a name which I now think was a variant on Koufax, from a fic I read recently)

Next time had some of the same people - none of whom I knew, btw, not even tv characters (though someone from later on was scarily like a cross between Beverly Crusher and Kathy Janeway) - and there was this whole thing with torturing people, and then they got out and there were animals running around and there's a scene that feels like it's from a film with somebody directing the shot of a temporarily-blind man.

And then there's kind of a Winter-Olympics style thing, with a team of ice-skaters, and they're doing figure skating and then there's a demo of ice-hockey except only one country is there and they draft in other people to play who are crap (and I just remembered this whole deal where "I" was in the wardrobe area handing out costumes and such) and then they're practising, and the two of the people who are good at it are two of the ones who were being tortured and the guy is looking out for the girl, a lot, and so am I

and then there was a weird threesome thing. with woman1 wanting woman2 but woman2 has fuck-buddy going with man, so woman1 goes to man to talk and man suggests threesome and... then they end up in a cupboard hiding from group from previous dream

and then the three of them and a couple of other people are in a band, performing, and then there are fireworks

Anyway. Not awake. Menstruating and low on anti-depressants.

But yesterday I saw Julian-Judas. Oh, and nostalgia. And we talked about fic, which was fab, because it just, was, "wow, somebody insane the same way as me!" and, yes, good fun. And have things I'm thinking about writing, now, dammit. If I'd written this last night I would have been far more enthused, but. oh well.

Yawn.