Dreamed. I was hanging out with yaksha42
, only it wasn't quite him. There were some definite elements of BJ present.
Somehow, there was something to do with money, income from stolen goods, and taxes, and I was busy attempting to hide computer evidence, quietly, with no indication that this was in fact what I was doing, when the FBI got there. It looked like I was just looking at the FTP logs on my Yahoo account control panel.
There was something to do with stolen car parts? And leaving them places where they would not be found?
And there had been a corporation, registered online, with some long horrid corporate name that looked like a computer-generated baffle-remote-linkers confusion filename, called Wolf Corporation for short. We (me, Yakky, Votania, and Yakky's brother) looked over the finances and decided that bailing while we had the chance was the best plan. So we did. Rather, everyone but the brother tried to; we were trying to stick him with the debts, which were his fault to start with, illegal practices and all.
We had gone swimming or skiing, and we had returned home (the Alaska house, or something like it; it looked like Narcissa's violin teacher's mom's house, only kinda not)... and there was all this frozen stuff we had to thaw out, and this frozen rooster, and we revived him, and then the convict was in the house and we all had to be inside because it was cold; he was under guard; the power was going out and we didn't have enough generator to last two buildings; we had to invite all the chickens inside, too. They were out in the cold, silly things.
The convict had been promised rice, because of the food shortage. He made sure it was good rice, not nasty moldy rice like in the paper grocery bag he was holding. And eeew, was that nasty and fuzzy. The lady pointed out the upstairs window (it was our house, somehow, and she may have been me, even though I was a different viewpoint character) at the bag of rice in the swimming pool. It was a huge bag of rice, and preserved there.
A continuation of a past dream, or a past universe. This universe involved my school, and much driving to and from it. In the past episode, ralmathon
and I had been hired by my old school to help save the food supply and fight the big bad whale attackers.
My big bro had fought them off, but at interesting cost. As he was delivering the blow that would disable the attacker permanently, he froze into some sort of stasis and could not be roused. He was put into a gel tank in the library, and means were left for him to get out once he had roused, and kids would go stand looking at the display, willing him to wake up, which he never did.
I was not quite me; I was the little-kid version of me, a clone and reproduction of the original me, with most of my old memories, and I was standing there, looking at him, with his short mop of curly hair fuzzed out in the gel tank... and then he turned and grinned at me! He surfaced, and we ran for the tank door releases downstairs, as there were none on the upper viewing deck in the hallway by the first grades, and the way was cleared for me as I barrelled in and we tacklehugged each other.
It turned out that we'd been hearing only half the story on the war, as usual. Far from there being a scarce food supply, it was really quite good, if only we'd open our minds to slightly unconventional but still good sources of food, and stop wasting...
and I were reunited.