Dreamtime - Tuesday Night

Some grand dream-epic, so broad and sprawling, I can barely be arsed to try separate it into coherent scenes. There was, in no particular order: An attempted invasion, some seige of a town, saboteurs, the Master, someone I thought was the Doctor, me poking around in some strange house with some other girls and one older guy, me trying to help restart this 'sonic broadcast' that was, I thought, part of a planetary defense grid and necessary to thwart the invasion (involved holding a large sound source up to a giant microphone lying on the ground), me trying to find my way out of a 'scientific institute' along with some guy, and grabbing cookies from a hallway table as I went by (I swear, I'm NEVER gonna lose any signifigant amount of weight at this rate), me trading stiff and snippy telepathic quips of the 'Admit it; we were right' sort with T & R (two former friends from whom some other friends and I are currently estranged), seen on my end as the manipulation/re-arrangement of the text on the outside of a round metal biscuit tin.

You know; just an ordinary night in 'Dreamland'..

That Sinking Feeling

True, I'm not functioning terribly well as an adult, and it seems pretty obvious to me that based on how she expresses herself at times, my mother feels some form of contempt for me.

Sorry to have been such a baffling source of disappointment to you, Mommy..