Dreamtime, Tuesday Night

A sequence inspired by an 80s fantasy tv program which ran only one season, called 'Wizards and Warriors', in which Ariel Baaldorf (young, somewhat ditzy blonde princess) discovered her father was actually Dirk Blackpool (antagonistic villainous ruling Prince from a neighboring state). (This was not actually a practical possibility, BTW, based on the characters' relative ages.) Yeah yeah, I know - everyone's a critic once they're awake. Just stating the obvious. I think it was one of those situations where her mother genuinely hadn't realized. Ariel had even cast a lustful eye at Dirk in the past and now could not of course do that sort of thing anymore, she realized, bemused. I don't know what the men in the family thought, but I do know I got the impression that Ariel's mother (forgot the name) had, well, just basically had a friendly f*ck with Dirk some years before, at an interlude at some sort of rulers conference or something. Perhaps before their states had become hostile. She'd needed some attention and affection, he'd been right there and available; they'd gotten together. I didn't even get an impression of censure over it, though there were now of course complications.

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Slept again, (and later than I should). Dreamed of being in this building which looked like a house being temporarily used as convention-space. Some sort of function was going on in it. I recall one event where a 'mock execution' was going to take place (via firing squad). I really didn't get any sense that it was real; I knew it was a mock-up and that any 'participants' knew that as well. But I (and one fellow who was with me and seemed like my father) found it to be in particularly bad taste, and we left while they were still jokingly getting volunteers out of the audience. Later we ended up in another room where a couple of 'revolutionary war soldier' types were going to shoot off guns, and we weren't looking forward to that, either - I covered my ears. Thinking it would be so loud even stopping our ears. Hate that anticipation. Fortunately they only let off one volley, though. Wandered about some more; the events seemed to wind down and then to be over. There was some young woman there I felt I knew, or at least knew of. Don't recall exactly who it was - maybe an 'actress'. Impression she had to travel some to get home. Then, seeing just a little bit of equipment and debris left. That lonely 'Con's over' feeling you get when everyone's gone and there's still a little cleaning up to be done...


Is there a 'Hoodie Shirts' Anonymous group?

I am a heather grey 'hoodie' shirt addict.

I now have: 4 zippered grey heather hoodie jacket-weight tops (after buying yet another one today; least it was on sale), one sleeveless light hooded zippered shirt for summer, and one long-sleeved hooded shirt that had to be tossed into the rag bag the other day due to having too many damned holes in it. But I haven't cut it up yet. I wonder, should I count the grey sweater hoodie (pullover, no handwarmer pocket)?

Plus several un-hooded heather grey tops. But those don't count.