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aukestrel, I had very odd dreams last night.
In the first one, I was at work and someone from the Publications office came to talk to me, they were trying to lure me to a new job. It seems the University decided it was going to put out a Stargate magazine and wanted me to run the whole shebang. I was bewildered, as I know very little about magazine production, and they were all like 'oh, don't worry about that, we have people who can help you with that, but we need you because you know about fandom.' Then they started describing what they wanted in the magazine and saying things like 'we'll need people who do digital art, and regular art, and I'm saying, "Well, I know people who can do that, but they don't work for the university and they're going to want to get paid for it." and they just nodded and said of course, and they'd pay them as independent contractors. I can't remember how it ended, but somehow it segued into the second dream.
In the second dream, I was moving into a new house that had originally been built by a famous chef, and it had not one but TWO huge kitchens. Someone had turned the second kitchen into sort of an apartment, and put a bed in it. Unfortunately, the previous tenant had been a complete slob and the place was flithy, complete with cockroaches, though the rest of the house and even the other kitchen was fine. (Which would never happen in real life, if there were roaches in one room, they'd be everywhere!) So I got rid of the bed and started trying to clean the kitchen. When I opened the refrigerator, I found that the previous tenant had left a huge trash-bag full of what appeared to be some sort of cabbage soup in the refrigerator. As I was pulling it out of the fridge, the bag split open and soup went all over the floor, so I had to clean that up too. Even though the soup was old and should have been really rotten and gross, it wasn't. It was just messy. That was about when the cat woke me up.
I think my unconscious is officially weird. :)
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In the first one, I was at work and someone from the Publications office came to talk to me, they were trying to lure me to a new job. It seems the University decided it was going to put out a Stargate magazine and wanted me to run the whole shebang. I was bewildered, as I know very little about magazine production, and they were all like 'oh, don't worry about that, we have people who can help you with that, but we need you because you know about fandom.' Then they started describing what they wanted in the magazine and saying things like 'we'll need people who do digital art, and regular art, and I'm saying, "Well, I know people who can do that, but they don't work for the university and they're going to want to get paid for it." and they just nodded and said of course, and they'd pay them as independent contractors. I can't remember how it ended, but somehow it segued into the second dream.
In the second dream, I was moving into a new house that had originally been built by a famous chef, and it had not one but TWO huge kitchens. Someone had turned the second kitchen into sort of an apartment, and put a bed in it. Unfortunately, the previous tenant had been a complete slob and the place was flithy, complete with cockroaches, though the rest of the house and even the other kitchen was fine. (Which would never happen in real life, if there were roaches in one room, they'd be everywhere!) So I got rid of the bed and started trying to clean the kitchen. When I opened the refrigerator, I found that the previous tenant had left a huge trash-bag full of what appeared to be some sort of cabbage soup in the refrigerator. As I was pulling it out of the fridge, the bag split open and soup went all over the floor, so I had to clean that up too. Even though the soup was old and should have been really rotten and gross, it wasn't. It was just messy. That was about when the cat woke me up.
I think my unconscious is officially weird. :)
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Sora, our younger cat (see icon) has discovered toilet paper. More specifically, he has figured out that humans use toilet paper when they go to the bathroom. So now when he goes to the bathroom, he tears off several sheets of TP and drops them in the litter box. The roll of TP in the downstairs bathroom by the litter box is looking rather tattered, since to pull off sheets he has to claw them off.
Too bad he can't teach himself to use the toilet instead of just the paper.
I guess need to look into getting one of those covered toilet roller things.
Too bad he can't teach himself to use the toilet instead of just the paper.
I guess need to look into getting one of those covered toilet roller things.
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