When I close my eyes

I'm starting to remember dreams again. I hadn't, since summer camp twenty years ago, for the most part. Except for those sucky dreams where I was responsible for a group of people and somebody kept killing them.
Anyway. I was ambivalent--either all the dreams I wasn't remembering were sucky and miserable like the ones I *did* remember, in which case Good Riddance, or they were cool and magical and a great source of story ideas, like other people had.
There was none of the former, and last night was the first of the latter. And as I lay in bed, running over and over what I could still remember, trying not to lose any more of it, I was simultaneously anguishing. My new schedule means that once the alarm goes off I have no time for frippery or shilly shallying. And so it was with further ambivalence that I looked up, once I'd set what details I could in amber, and found that my body had once again decided that I didn't really need sleep and it was a fair half an hour before I had to get up.

Pimping My Vicious Circle

The dream drabble went up on My Vicious Circle, as the first post in over half a year. Woo!

I love a moose

More politics.
But! Politics with Dan Savage! Funny? Yes? You should be so lucky. Also? With the YouTube, which you know the kids these days love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leq3ydk5Ug4

Very Spooky Hallowe'en Plans!

On All Hallow's Eve, Windrose Tersa and myself will be at the *Very Spooky* Winchester Mansion at ten 'til nine (2050 hours) chatting with spirits and cavorting with ghosts and generally being the cool kids that we are.
If you want to be a cool kid with us, you should join us. And you should probably pick up tickets in advance. http://www.winchestermysteryhouse.com/events.html
(Dude! You get a souvenir flashlight!)