My Birthday, mostly in REM
Nov. 17th, 2008 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdI slept in. Very late.
I got up enough to get three of the kids off to school (Obi is home sick), then went back to bed for almost 4 hours.
I only got up because work called and said I was getting a new tractor tonight. I have to go clean my old one out. 39891 has been a good girl. We passed the 500,000 mile mark on her odometer.
Anyway, the dream fairy is on the pipe.
Bun and I were doing an convention, and for some reason, we got tapped to pick up Peter Mayhew from the airport. Something about having a minivan while the other folks all had compacts, since he's over 7' tall.
Bun was in the back, being extra flirty, despite the fact he's as old as her grandpa. I shrugged and said "It's hard being 16. All the sex drive you'll ever have, and none of the outlets." He laughed and said,"It's no easier at 64."
Which prompted a Beatles sign-a-long until we got to the hotel. And I blush to disclose that I never made it to the room I was supposed to be staying in. One must see to the comforts of the guests of honor, after all.
After I went back to bed, I was dreaming of Naomi. The odd bit was that sometimes I was myself and sometimes I was Olivia DeHavilland.
We were doing a romance convention and finding no end of trouble. There was much cloak-and-dagger and hidden keys and secret passages. At one point I turned Mychael Black into a dauchshund and we spent the rest of the dream enduring wacky hijinks to reverse the transformation. Because we couldn't send a dauchshund home, after all, and dogs don't drive well. Lorna was furious and Elizabeth was laughing too hard to speak sense to us.
I got up enough to get three of the kids off to school (Obi is home sick), then went back to bed for almost 4 hours.
I only got up because work called and said I was getting a new tractor tonight. I have to go clean my old one out. 39891 has been a good girl. We passed the 500,000 mile mark on her odometer.
Anyway, the dream fairy is on the pipe.
Bun and I were doing an convention, and for some reason, we got tapped to pick up Peter Mayhew from the airport. Something about having a minivan while the other folks all had compacts, since he's over 7' tall.
Bun was in the back, being extra flirty, despite the fact he's as old as her grandpa. I shrugged and said "It's hard being 16. All the sex drive you'll ever have, and none of the outlets." He laughed and said,"It's no easier at 64."
Which prompted a Beatles sign-a-long until we got to the hotel. And I blush to disclose that I never made it to the room I was supposed to be staying in. One must see to the comforts of the guests of honor, after all.
After I went back to bed, I was dreaming of Naomi. The odd bit was that sometimes I was myself and sometimes I was Olivia DeHavilland.
We were doing a romance convention and finding no end of trouble. There was much cloak-and-dagger and hidden keys and secret passages. At one point I turned Mychael Black into a dauchshund and we spent the rest of the dream enduring wacky hijinks to reverse the transformation. Because we couldn't send a dauchshund home, after all, and dogs don't drive well. Lorna was furious and Elizabeth was laughing too hard to speak sense to us.
