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I was so tired this morning that not only did I take a nap on the couch -- not only did I move upstairs and take another nap on the bed when awakened by the Inquisitive Beast -- but in my dreams in both naps, I was trying to stay awake and failing. I tried to stay awake at a con. I tried to stay awake driving. I tried to stay awake cooking. I tried to stay awake riding a log flume with [livejournal.com profile] retrobabble, a friend from sixth grade, and the characters from ST:DS9. And could not do it. A log flume ride, people. In my dream, I woke up damp and disoriented with [livejournal.com profile] retrobabble and Dax looking down at me saying, "Poor little critter, she's all worn out."

There's probably some hidden meaning here. If only I could figure out what it was.

Actually there was a less obvious meaning. When I dreamed I was trying to stay awake driving into the sunrise, I woke to find that there were trucks carrying live trees all around me, in full spring color. The trucks were herding my car while I slept, keeping me on the road. I tried to keep my eyes open to see what the trees were, but the sunlight was too bright. But I know what they were now that I'm awake and can remember them and make sure. They were ash before me and elm beside me and fir behind me.

This is what happens when you let kids cut their teeth on D'Aulaire's Norse Gods and Giants (now D'Aulaire's Book of Norse Myths). Even when they're asleep you can't stop their brains from doing this sort of thing. It just sort of goes on and on.

Date: 2007-11-18 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 1crowdedhour.livejournal.com
I am very, very impressed by the tree truck-herds. Your subconscious should be made a world heritage site.

Date: 2007-11-18 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com
Hee! But if it was, we'd have to preserve it pristine, and I don't think I'm done with it yet.

Date: 2007-11-18 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 1crowdedhour.livejournal.com
Oh, good point.

Date: 2007-11-18 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] diatryma.livejournal.com
I can't identify many trees while *conscious*. Give your brain a cookie for me.

Date: 2007-11-19 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com
Mmmmm, brain cookies.

Date: 2007-11-19 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] diatryma.livejournal.com
There cerebralicious!

Date: 2007-11-18 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] retrobabble.livejournal.com
A log flume ride, people.

That's the point where "hey, it's only a dream" should have kicked in. Retrobabbles and log flume rides, like cats and water, do not mix. That, and the word, "critter", unless it's in conjunction with a story...

My dream involved a gorgeous Russian and a party (truly, except he just wasn't that into me) and I was trying very hard to stay asleep, let me tell you!

Date: 2007-11-19 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com
Glad yours was better than mine!

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