Went down for a nap, and started to deliberately let my focus drift into dreaming. Almost got there, too, but for Little Fayoumis starting to be loud.
So I dreamed about grounding him. He kept disobeying while in the corner, and I kept giving him another swat on the butt (it had progressed to spanking already) and adding five minutes to the timer. Then I got in trouble with my parents for not doing something I was supposed to have done or been doing while I was gone or before I left. It was all very confusing, and I was simultaneously guilty (I hadn't) and frustrated (what I had been doing was trying to prepare things so I could do it) and trying to explain what was going on.
Woke up, then, and deemed myself too tired to give plasma. Shut off the alarm and crashed out again.
Wound up dreaming something about Mudd. Only, it was a surreal Mudd. It has sneaked into my view of "the college landscape", and assorted Mudd People were there. Also, people I associate with Mudd People.
Things happened. We went to a waiting vehicle at the end of the campus, some of us, for a weekend morning pancake brunch, or transportation thereto. I ran into my old ... flame ... Jay, who was evidently associated somehow with boojum
and/or her husband. (It still weirds me to write "husband" as associated with you, because I remember when we were both teenagers.) pyrogenic
was on the west lawn (not of any dorm west, but a lawn that was actually west of the row of dorms) dancing with a dress that was on a mannequin. He was fetchingly attired himself. Darkside was supposed to be over there somewhere, but I didn't see him before we left.
Somehow, it turned into "The Most Boring Movie in the World," which was supposed to be a movie that was not for plot at all, and didn't even have the camera pointed at the protagonist half the time, but instead recording the fantastic landscape around her. I was discussing how to best blur her out of the picture, when it actually turned into a real movie, and a real plot to go with it.
It was either Victorian or Regency era, and she was out being shown the world, complete with fantastic landscapes. She sailed down a tropical river (where we started), and was then walking or driving or both down a road lined with impossibly ornate large flowers that were tea plants. The road was drifted closed with snow, and it turned out that we had to take refuge with one of the locals. The guide/chaparone (male) declared that the reason that we had not been attacked on the road was because it was known that we were people of consequence, as evidenced by only the best being in our supplies, and if we let that falter for a moment, we were done for.
We stopped in at the place, and immediately my butler was challenged to a cake-decoration contest. Ooookay. So then he won it, hands down, and was hired on as one of the staff there, and the lady of the house (a little younger than I was) became one of my party.
There was also a monkey involved in the leaving-there process, and some people who we would have preferred to not associate with, and lots and lots of baggage.
It then turned into a road movie through a desert as written by Bill K'te'pe. "This was the summer in which, had people known that it would be known as [incomprehensible, but involving an utter lack of water], would have them mailing off hundred dollar bills to [something about bets]." That was one of the beginning lines from the novel. It was really interesting-feeling, but, sadly, I woke up before it could continue into the Dune-meets-Jackie Chan-and-Hunter S. Thompson's-illegitimate-love-child romp that I knew it was going to have to be.