green except too damn hot @green@awoo.space

then we were trying to find our way to the museum, and there was some... mysterious drama with one of the people I was hanging out with, which alarmed me at first but then he ran off and I was like "enh whatever."

then the dream changed completely, to basically the climax of an Afro-futurism SF (possibly YA?) story, in which a young woman has made her way somehow to a broadcast station to announce her apology to another young woman who she wronged badly.

I was mad because the week we were staying in this town ended just a few days before the first Thursday of next month, when all the museums would be free. I was complaining about this with a couple of friends, but then we decided to go to the Museum of Science and Industry, which I'd never seen (in real life, either!). I thought longingly of the beautiful natural history and art museums, which were the museums of my dreams rather than anything from waking life.

the college town reminded me a lot of Arcata (the college town I basically grew up near, go figure), but more the size of Berkeley (the other college town I became an adult near, go figure); lots of funky shops, lots of closed and boarded-up shops, extremely diverse people doing diverse things, unexpected feral art, vaguely alarming situations, book stores, museums, and did I mention the unexpected feral art? because there sure was a LOT OF IT.

had some very cool dreams, but first I wanted to mention the tiny baby spider (less than the size of a pinhead) who I found trying to spin a web on my glasses this morning. I very carefully relocated it, and wish it well in its future arachnid endeavors. :D

the dreams: I had been on a camping trip (?), but we'd come back early (?) and so were having to stay in a small college town for a week (?). (who "we" were is undetermined, other than young-ish people who knew each other)

hnnnngh cat farts D8

I think one of the conditions for being "a grownup" is when you make cookies or brownies or whatever and end up actually baking more of the dough than you eat raw.

I knew as soon as I saw the phone "sex tape" what the solution was going to be, although I didn't know how the deadbolt figured into it.

and as soon as I saw the bit with Sherlock's new "sobriety buddy" at the end I was like "and he's in the middle of killing someone" and the camera pulls out and I'm like WELL CLOSE

this is going to be a ~fun~ season. :D

let's go get donuts

okay... seems better now. *gently pats awoo.space*

I should probably a food.

*pokes tentatively at awoo.space* are... you okay? o___o