Cruel Ways of Waking Up

[eredien]

One of the most effectively evil ways my brain has ever tricked me into getting out of bed happened this morning.

I fell asleep and had a dream--a kind of pedestrian dream, in which I'd gone to a comic book store and bought two nice collected volumes of comics. One was the next collected volume of the Fables series, and one was probably a reissue of Ruse after CrossGen had put it back into print. I remember explaining the concepts of both to someone who was in the store or the dream with me earlier.

So I'm half awake, thinking, "hm, if I get up, I can go take a shower, and then go read a few pages of Fables before I have to go to work."

I open my eyes and abruptly realize that not only do I not have those beautiful collected volumes sitting on my dresser where I know I placed them, but that they do not, in fact, exist.

:P

Comments

[batshua]

Can I borrow your dreams? Or maybe just your dream engine?

[eredien]

That was a nice one, straddling the line between "cutely annoying" and "amusingly annoying."

While I occasionally get heartachingly peaceful and beautiful dreams, most of them are:
ambiguous and filled with personal symbology,
ambiguous with an undertone of melancholy lurking evil, or
terrifiying entrapments I wake up from with my hands clawing in front of my face.

I don't think you'd like having a good 90% of them. So, no. You may not.

[batshua]

Well, what about the code that runs the engine so I can take parts of it to write my own??

*grasps at straws*