I'm glad that you enjoyed the films! Not to mention that you didn't wake screaming.
...he'd just been to the Aya Sofya and thought of me and I was flattered and went back to sleep, but it was still one of the more randomly awesome ways I've had a day begin.
That is definitely awesome.
I can't rake up Howard Phillips for his opinion...
I can imagine few people who would be more displeased at being called up by a necromancer. There's probably a story in there, but I don't think I'm the one to write it.
...I dreamed nothing weirder than agreeing to marry a friend for political reasons and trying to get directions out of a city made almost entirely of rusted girders and new construction with something about bartering oranges for a place to sleep...
Or the one a few nights ago that I'd bought a large-bore air rifle (forty to fifty calibre, I'd say), which had been made to look like a half-stock muzzle-loading sporting rifle of roughly 1850s vintage, but none-the-less loaded from the breech using a complicated mechanism which (as I didn't realise until I woke up) couldn't possibly work in our world. I was contemplating whether I'd be better off casting wax bullets using a round-ball mould or if I could make conical ones that would be more effective for whatever purpose** I had for wanting wax bullets.
*As in the New Orleans variety. **Harassing nuisance wildlife? I don't even know...
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...he'd just been to the Aya Sofya and thought of me and I was flattered and went back to sleep, but it was still one of the more randomly awesome ways I've had a day begin.
That is definitely awesome.
I can't rake up Howard Phillips for his opinion...
I can imagine few people who would be more displeased at being called up by a necromancer. There's probably a story in there, but I don't think I'm the one to write it.
...I dreamed nothing weirder than agreeing to marry a friend for political reasons and trying to get directions out of a city made almost entirely of rusted girders and new construction with something about bartering oranges for a place to sleep...
Well, that's better than the dream I had just before I woke, of being in a café or something that had beignets,* or at least what looked like and were described as beignets, so I got one instead of the slice of cake I was initially going to have, only to discover when I bit into it that it was actually a blintz with a blueberry-cheese filling which had been cunningly disguised as a beignet.
Or the one a few nights ago that I'd bought a large-bore air rifle (forty to fifty calibre, I'd say), which had been made to look like a half-stock muzzle-loading sporting rifle of roughly 1850s vintage, but none-the-less loaded from the breech using a complicated mechanism which (as I didn't realise until I woke up) couldn't possibly work in our world. I was contemplating whether I'd be better off casting wax bullets using a round-ball mould or if I could make conical ones that would be more effective for whatever purpose** I had for wanting wax bullets.
*As in the New Orleans variety.
**Harassing nuisance wildlife? I don't even know...