Dreams that are Corwin's fault
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elabyWhen are things NOT Corwin's fault? Only once or twice, I think...
Anyway,
I had this very strange dream that I was hanging around with a group of
people, who were apparently my extended family, at a summer home they
had. It was at a beach town. The people I can remember were a bunch of
little miscellaneous kids, one boy who was about 9, and a girl who was
17 or so with whom I was hanging out. I must have been younger than
her, though. The kids wanted to go out and go sliding (on the grass
O.o;;) but I was staying inside, sulking, because Benedict (of Amber)
was the patriarch of our family and he wouldn't give me my set of
Trumps, even though I was of age. I think it was traditional to give
them to me at the end of my stay there, but I wanted them now. This was
because I wanted to talk to Puck with them.
Puck was friends
with some of my older relatives, like the 17 year old girl, who had
their Trumps already. He popped in to see us, and he told me that he
wished I had my Trumps so he could contact me whenever he wanted. He
looked pretty human, not like any other Puck I've seen, and he had sort
of Dios-like
hair that was blue. I really wanted him to like me, so I wanted my damn
Trumps. Anyway, I was complaining about this to the younger boy, and he
said that Benedict had a laptop that had all sorts of information that
could help me on it. He took it out of Benedict's desk, and it looked
kind of like a large triangular prism-shaped calculator. I said that
I'd better not fool with it, and he kept pressing the on and off
button, which I think was the only thing he knew how to work. I told
him to put it back, and he said he didn't know where it went (even
though he just took it out). I was annoyed, and said that if he left it
out, Benedict would know someone was fooling around with it, and he
said I wouldn't tell on him because I was in love with him. And when I
said I wasn't, he started crying. e_e So in order to make him stop, I
had to tell him that I liked girls. Then he was happy and all "I have a
secret!"-like. Silly boys.
Weirdness plus ^_^
Anyway,
I had this very strange dream that I was hanging around with a group of
people, who were apparently my extended family, at a summer home they
had. It was at a beach town. The people I can remember were a bunch of
little miscellaneous kids, one boy who was about 9, and a girl who was
17 or so with whom I was hanging out. I must have been younger than
her, though. The kids wanted to go out and go sliding (on the grass
O.o;;) but I was staying inside, sulking, because Benedict (of Amber)
was the patriarch of our family and he wouldn't give me my set of
Trumps, even though I was of age. I think it was traditional to give
them to me at the end of my stay there, but I wanted them now. This was
because I wanted to talk to Puck with them.
Puck was friends
with some of my older relatives, like the 17 year old girl, who had
their Trumps already. He popped in to see us, and he told me that he
wished I had my Trumps so he could contact me whenever he wanted. He
looked pretty human, not like any other Puck I've seen, and he had sort
of Dios-like
hair that was blue. I really wanted him to like me, so I wanted my damn
Trumps. Anyway, I was complaining about this to the younger boy, and he
said that Benedict had a laptop that had all sorts of information that
could help me on it. He took it out of Benedict's desk, and it looked
kind of like a large triangular prism-shaped calculator. I said that
I'd better not fool with it, and he kept pressing the on and off
button, which I think was the only thing he knew how to work. I told
him to put it back, and he said he didn't know where it went (even
though he just took it out). I was annoyed, and said that if he left it
out, Benedict would know someone was fooling around with it, and he
said I wouldn't tell on him because I was in love with him. And when I
said I wasn't, he started crying. e_e So in order to make him stop, I
had to tell him that I liked girls. Then he was happy and all "I have a
secret!"-like. Silly boys.
Weirdness plus ^_^
