Memeage and fever dreams. Only with no fever.

[telophase]

Home from work today, and possibly tomorrow. Went to bed a little after 11, and except for staggering out to the computer to email work at 7:30, slept for about 12 hours. Had very bizarre dreams that incorporated a sort of Venice in which I was a gondolier (pulled directly from the manga Aria, as I read volume 1 right before turning the light off), the last surviving member of a very very old house (no money left, squandered generations back), a painter of the Venice-type place, and also possibly a spy (well, you hear a lot when you're a gondolier); a grace-and-favour apartment in something called the Old Palace that was mine officially because of my family but unofficially for "services to the prince" that rumor had it was being an ex-mistress (but was actually because of the spy thing). And then Ichimaru Gin showed up in the gondola wanting a painting and inside the Old Palace were ghosts that over the course of the dream went from insubstantial and few to substantial and many, and they were hooked to these large holes in the floor with hoses (image taken from Mythbusters last night when they had the gas hoses) that glowed red and supplied life energy, and then somehow weren't really dead, and then there were these skeletal things that were really dead and I was shielding a pregnant woman from these things and Gin wandered off to attend a committee meeting.

So, yeah. My subconsious is a scary place at times, but it did supply some really nice visuals during the course of the dream.

Beware the telophase of March.

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