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A magical holocaust – magic users gathered in groups, sacrifices marked out with red ribbons? There was something major going on. Sam and Dean were there – had been in the town earlier. Were talking to people who were near a swimming-pool, to a mother with young children.

We had to build a shield, to channel power through people and through books (because books have power, right?) in order to protect ourselves. We were supposed to be the sacrifice/shield because somehow they thought our magical powers would absorb/appease the storm. I knew that wouldn’t happen. I snuck a pair of scissors in and sliced up the ribbons, and then, in the panic, desperately tried to find people to keep them safe – Piers and DCH, Becky, Matt, various Kilvites. Somehow we reached a nearby mansion before the storm broke; walled ourselves into a room, had to abandon someone who started attacking us all.

When the chaos was over, we had to pull down the bookshelves we’d barricaded ourselves in with – the person in the other room, the madman, had disappeared. It was late afternoon, and everything was very quiet. We started to explore the house, wondering what the hell to do next.

(Yes, I am totally turning this into a story.)
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I dreamed of a sailing ship, and it crashing, and something like Narnia. I remember my friend Matt Winfield climbing into a lifeboat, and Becky and me searching for a different lifeboat - only Becky ended up floating ashore on my friend Alex Mann's guitar. I don't remember how I got to shore, except that I did.

There were large flashlight/spotlights on the shore, and we had to search for people. MJ had fashioned a blowpipe and poison/sleep-draught darts from some bamboo, was attempting to hunt down some wildcats, though I'm not sure why.

I kept going in and out of this layer of dream, though, because every now and then I'd dream that I was reading the actions of my dream in a notebook. And be in my next-door neighbour's house reading the notebook, and then return to the beach, and the starry skies, and how using the flashlights was dangerous because it revealed our position.

Hi, subconscious. I have no idea what you're trying to tell me, but it was an exciting ride.
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I feel a bit bad for not updating more (LJ or DW).

Today there has been a lot of talks (and the cuteness and angst that come with DMCs) with [info - personal] shanaqui, and absolutely no settling down to write, as I had intended, but that's okay - I recorded a couple of plot points for 'Passion', and thought of a couple more shortfics I could do, so that's okay.

Very, very strange things happened in my dream last night, including Extreme Sexual Tension with someone completely surprising and inappropriate (because of the capacity in which I met him). It was extremely strange. And there were weird intrigues and strange wars and it was kind of unsettling, but I can't remember much of it.

And a couple of my friends have been incomprehensibly difficult lately. I'm not sure whether I should tell them that they're driving me crazy, and how and why, or not. I feel like that would make me selfish, or a bad person somehow. (Piers tells me off for this, and tells me it's behavioural conditioning from bad times that I should ignore and try to get over.)

If I go below the surface, so many things are worrying me, but I refuse to acknowledge them. Or things would be upsetting and angering me, if I thought about them. Maybe I ought to, I don't know. I'm getting so cross with a couple of people lately, and I want them to leave me alone, and I feel so unfair asking that because I don't even think they realise why I'm fed up.

But I've been told to stop and examine every time I feel like I'm being selfish, and work out whether I am actually being selfish or whether it's just a point where someone would previously have told me that I'm being selfish in order to shut me up.

I'll ponder it some more, but not for too long, because I don't want to give myself frustrating dreams. Having said that, I've spent so much time on TVTropes today I'm probably destined for trope-soup dreams anyway.
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Last night’s dream was strange. There was a bike ride (and I think I fell off... again) and that the actors and the cast of Merlin were there (this probably because I sent myself to sleep by wandering around Merlin-land where all drama is not mine).

There was something to do with secrets on a research base in Antarctica. The man in charge of it, and the narrator of my dream, recognised each other, but I don’t know from where. For some reason Merlin and I had to infiltrate the place, in disguise. This make marginally more sense than the cast of Merlin on a Moulton bicycle ride. (The ride was much larger than ones I’m used to, and Bradford was deep in snow. Oh, yes, and then a giant panda erupted out of the snow and catapulted me into Merlin-land, rather than the rest of the cast of Merlin into me-land.

There was also something very, very strange to do with escaping a castle that was in a river or a lake, but the sunset behind it and two clouds of smoke made it look like some horrible face was glaring at us over it, and the face kept expanding, because of the pattern of the smoke and the shape of the clouds, like it was oozing out of the castle and getting nearer. That was grim.

I’m trying to remember other stuff, too, but it’s not really flowing.

I think I married Merlin (for Plot Device reasons... yeah my dreams have plot devices) while on the base in Antarctica. Because otherwise he was going to be mind-wiped for knowing too much about whatever was going on down there in Antarctica. (Still, marrying Merlin. Not a bad plan, brain.)

Oh, and then I had to dress up in Business Clothes and kick the executive asses of a load of conservative old company men. That was fun. And then we had to go rescue Arthur.

There was also something to do with three women – one in purple, one in red and one in orange, elaborate shimmering dresses, and wearing masks – riding through the countryside asking people odd questions to do with love and loss. But they only did it to certain people, and they did ask me. Which was strange, because that bit was (random of randoms) in my home village.

There were a few other random bits and pieces, like someone commenting on Arthur dressing up in a curtain as a child, and something to do with candles, and then I flew somewhere. But y’know. Dreams. Who can say?


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