Mewtarthio
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Just thought I should share this dream I had last night while it's still fresh in my mind:
I woke up this morning, and a man in my dorm room informed me that I was running late for my Lanun final. Apparently, it was held in a secret location, so he couldn't just tell me: He had to lead me there himself. The final was inside an enormous pirate ship docked at the campus (NB the biggest body of water within driving distance of my university is the Mississippi River). On the desks, instead of blue books, were enormous ledgers. As a completely irrelevant side note, I learned that the captain of this particular vessel (the black man from The Onion "American Voices" feature) had recently been killed by a falling treasure chest containing Lon Lon Milk.
The final would be taken in three parts. The first part was designed by Falamar. It was mostly an icebreaker sort of task, in which students would write a single sentence in their ledgers, then walk around the room trying to make clever wordplays off of everybody else's writing. Unfortunately, since I have never had a happy, fun dream as long as I can remember, I found myself incapable of writing the single sentence, repeatedly making errors, crossing stuff out, and discovering that, no matter how much I wrote, I never got any nearer to the end of the sentence. I woke up around the time that I was interrupted by a man trying to hold a memorial service for the fallen captain, while another student was loudly reading aloud about a belly dancer he'd met during his travels.
I suppose I was lucky I didn't have to deal with the rest of the final. The second part was designed by Hannah, and involved sampling some of her home-made exotic foodstuffs. The third part, even more ominously, just had a giant "?" written next to it.
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So, anyone else had any FfH-related dreams?
I woke up this morning, and a man in my dorm room informed me that I was running late for my Lanun final. Apparently, it was held in a secret location, so he couldn't just tell me: He had to lead me there himself. The final was inside an enormous pirate ship docked at the campus (NB the biggest body of water within driving distance of my university is the Mississippi River). On the desks, instead of blue books, were enormous ledgers. As a completely irrelevant side note, I learned that the captain of this particular vessel (the black man from The Onion "American Voices" feature) had recently been killed by a falling treasure chest containing Lon Lon Milk.
The final would be taken in three parts. The first part was designed by Falamar. It was mostly an icebreaker sort of task, in which students would write a single sentence in their ledgers, then walk around the room trying to make clever wordplays off of everybody else's writing. Unfortunately, since I have never had a happy, fun dream as long as I can remember, I found myself incapable of writing the single sentence, repeatedly making errors, crossing stuff out, and discovering that, no matter how much I wrote, I never got any nearer to the end of the sentence. I woke up around the time that I was interrupted by a man trying to hold a memorial service for the fallen captain, while another student was loudly reading aloud about a belly dancer he'd met during his travels.
I suppose I was lucky I didn't have to deal with the rest of the final. The second part was designed by Hannah, and involved sampling some of her home-made exotic foodstuffs. The third part, even more ominously, just had a giant "?" written next to it.
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So, anyone else had any FfH-related dreams?
