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(Originally typed this up on Tumblr before I realized it was long enough to suffice as a DJ entry, hence the rambling style instead of my usual numbered neatness.)

Okay, so first I was playing this weird version if IRL Minecraft where you had to use a compass and some calculations to find the type of block you needed, and there were twenty different types of flowers, and there was a school test where you had to collect a certain number of each type of block on a list, but then halfway through, the list turned into song quotes and you had to find MP3s of those songs before time ran out.


And then I was visiting some relatives, and I had to sleep in the basement, but the cats kept bothering me (like one tried to mate with my pillow, and there was a kitten that kept crawling around in my pajama pants) so my older cousins and I decided we should make some food and go out for coffee. So I made a sandwich and some tea and a pickle, but when I tried to carry it back to my bed, my little cousins kept leaving obstacles in the way so the sandwich got into the tea. And then my sandwich went missing, and Benedict Cumberbatch was eating it, and I was so angry that I screamed at him and tried to stab his face with a tuning fork.


Also something about hiding under different parts of a tree, ketchup-flavored potato chips, and a bus.

So... first dream-bits of the new year.

1. Riding horses to pack down soil that was recently plowed up.

2. Eating entire bags of carrots and celery at a picnic because I didn't want a ham sandwich.

3. A strange version of Bejeweled keeps booting itself and my laptop up.

4. Finding our family's cat, Sophie, in a cabin at a national park that had evidence of a bear break-in.

5. Investigating a strange hotel where the exterior doors all lead to different dimensions. One of my expedition partners has a wolf on a leash. Near one of the doors, there's a falcon of some sort with a reddish-brown back sitting on a dead tree. I say something along the lines of "Hey, Mr. Falcon" and it perches on my arm. As we all head toward the door, I notice a hot orange glow through the cracks of the door. The wolf starts straying in the opposite direction while its handler tries to pull it back toward the door. I ask the falcon if it thinks going through the door is a good idea, and it responds negatively. So instead of exploring that part of the hotel, we end up eating falafel and scrambled eggs from a food cart.