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Sep. 26th, 2004 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaI am back on this coast. Tired enough to hopefully go to bed early enough to fully time-shift back.
Awful Green Things kept me up late. Nightmares woke me early.
As far as I can remember; dreamt that I'd suggested killing X, in the context of (athletic?) competition. So the "coach" did, and then there were other slayings maybe? Then, because the dead didn't precisely go away, in fact, I think I was one of them by the end, getting abused by everyone deciding that the worst offense was me musing aloud that X's death would be convenient. I did not kill X, nor expect "coach" to blindly obey, nor was I involved in the other killings, but was considered the most guilty just the same, except for one person who kept quiet because they'd manipulated me into musing aloud at precisely the worst time, and were happy to see me take the fall for it. For a brief moment, X was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatwesguy, but no one else ever reminded me of anyone specific for any length of time.
The one-act comedy at the end of the tragedy:
I did fall back asleep and end up spending christmas, as part of the servant class, with Queen Elizabeth. grown her hair out, looking like a crazy old woman, and generally being a lot of fun. I wrote a long thank you note and delivered it during some "everyone gather in this room" moment, but indicated that it wasn't to be read aloud. She took me aside and pointed out the secret entrances to spiral staircases leading to the turrets, since I seemed to be the sort who'd appreciate the views. (And getting up to deliver the card caused my spot in the room to be irrevocably lost to nobility, so it was a good time to send me off.)
I should not have waited more than a year to take a vacation longer than a 4-day weekend. Either that, or I should move to the west coast. Too early to tell which one is the real gut feeling.
Awful Green Things kept me up late. Nightmares woke me early.
As far as I can remember; dreamt that I'd suggested killing X, in the context of (athletic?) competition. So the "coach" did, and then there were other slayings maybe? Then, because the dead didn't precisely go away, in fact, I think I was one of them by the end, getting abused by everyone deciding that the worst offense was me musing aloud that X's death would be convenient. I did not kill X, nor expect "coach" to blindly obey, nor was I involved in the other killings, but was considered the most guilty just the same, except for one person who kept quiet because they'd manipulated me into musing aloud at precisely the worst time, and were happy to see me take the fall for it. For a brief moment, X was
thatwesguy, but no one else ever reminded me of anyone specific for any length of time.The one-act comedy at the end of the tragedy:
I did fall back asleep and end up spending christmas, as part of the servant class, with Queen Elizabeth. grown her hair out, looking like a crazy old woman, and generally being a lot of fun. I wrote a long thank you note and delivered it during some "everyone gather in this room" moment, but indicated that it wasn't to be read aloud. She took me aside and pointed out the secret entrances to spiral staircases leading to the turrets, since I seemed to be the sort who'd appreciate the views. (And getting up to deliver the card caused my spot in the room to be irrevocably lost to nobility, so it was a good time to send me off.)
I should not have waited more than a year to take a vacation longer than a 4-day weekend. Either that, or I should move to the west coast. Too early to tell which one is the real gut feeling.
