Which for me is a chore. I circled the Mall of Doom three times, yes, all three levels, ate mall food, and charged up the 'rents credit card. But responsibly! I got nearly a full business wardrobe for less than $100... still missing pants, but I'll shop around more. Yep, I stopped by Limited Too for my rare item code (*sigh* got a Chia Comb), scheduled a hair appointment, stopped by Victoria's Secret (^^) and valiantly resisted luxury buys till I hit the book warehouse and Kay Bee toys. I now have 6 new Ronin Warriors action figures and a Hexadecimal. Plus six more books I haven't read yet, to add to the twenty I still haven't touched.
The other reason I went to the mall was to troll for jobs. I spotted a few nice places I wouldn't mind being cooped up in for hours on end. (And with my trusty Neopets notebook, I can jot all I want.)
People, man. I love watching 'em. I can't do it at airports anymore, so the mall is pretty good. Gods, I haven't gone out for so long I can't articulate myself! It's embarrassing. I was in debate, I was. I guess my fingers have been talking more than my mouth.
Complete with warring relatives and a long table where no one ate. Again, too unlucid to catch anything but the weird powers... factions within factions, dirty looks, in all this manic backbiting that was oh-so-entertaining. Fabulous costumes I can't begin to describe, like Return to Oz or Terry Gilliam films. There were literally two dozen people there, at least, power games piling on each other. If it were a film it would be in that lush camera stock like Chocolat.
Yes, I'm blogging a dream I forgot. But it happened and I can still taste the shape of the room, lace and satin in my peripheral vision, haughty glances on the edge of my mind.
This is what happens when I wake at two and go back to sleep at four.
It was a mansion, bright yet perpetually dim, walls and ceilings, and we were Expecting someone. Oh I wish I could remember their names but I don't think I want to see their faces, and to help us was a handsome young man, mysterious gift giver from the Nutcracker, and we groaned because he was a grown Puck but good to have at our side. A boy and a girl and the one in the robe, who owned the mansion and expected visitors. Who came like harsh winds, invisible, the first one easy because we broke the chandelier and the girl I froze it in midair so it would not shatter. Somehow we were hemmed in, and from the second story window we could see Death arrive, but the robed one *was* Death, so down there was Death's Death, billowing robe and scythe in a sudden downpour.
That's the one good thing about insomnia... the dreams are fresh as thunderstorm fodder, not pale copies of the old retellings. This, a dance, a chase, a power within us, like Burton's Sleepy Hollow or Cooper's Old Ones.
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Alice in Wonderland :: Scorpion by Ushikai Background and buttons by Triple Orbit Graphics ~ Sadly it's no longer at its former website.
