But farewell, Angelina, the sky's embarrassed

[sovay]

Somebody want to explain to me why I dreamed fanfiction for Phyllis Gotlieb's A Judgment of Dragons (or Emperor, Swords, Pentacles or The Kingdom of the Cats—the point is, Qumedni and Solthree leopards and Ungrukh) last night?

I mean, I am occasionally not human in my dreams. But I am not usually an alien-abducted big cat. And I didn't even realize whose future universe I'd been in until this afternoon.

Right. I didn't think so.

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[kraada.livejournal.com]

Okay, so what happened was that someone downstairs was sharpening knives with intent to dissect aliens. The problem is, they lacked the aliens. So they had been spending their weekends playing poker with demons in order to aquire enough kittens to attract the aliens to perform the dissection. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to our erstwhile biologist, the cats were actually the aliens. Once the kittens realized what was going on, they called on the mothership to save them. Alien cats teleported in and attacked the neighbor in question, but the neighbor did manage to deal significant damage to one particular cat. That cat then had an out of body experience before being rescued and returned to the mothership to be healed. The odd thing about alien out of body experiences? They also take over the minds of young women sleeping nearby (hence a large chunk of the unicorn mythology). Conveniently, you happened to be the only young woman leeping nearby, ergo: dreams of being an alien-abducted big cat. (From the cat's perspective, of course, we are aliens. But from a cat's perspective, it is still a cat. Who wouldn't want to be a cat? Even if you did happen to be an alien . . .)

[sovay]

From the cat's perspective, of course, we are aliens. But from a cat's perspective, it is still a cat. Who wouldn't want to be a cat? Even if you did happen to be an alien . . .

Well, this bit actually makes sense . . .