This is what happens when I watch web TV before bed with the Snupin chatroom...

I dreamed that I was in a beautiful antique bookstore with Colin Morgan, Bradley James, and Emma Watson.  (Presumably my dream-self had been de-aged for the adventure.) We were drinking red wine and playing a Latin word game which for some reason involved a lot of standing up and walking around to rearrange words on the wall. Or possibly to write them on the wall in light, I am still not entirely sure how the words got up there. Luckily for my slightly inebriated dream-self, Bradley seemed willing to be leaned upon an awful lot. (And having not seen any DVD extras yet, I suppose really I was hanging out with their characters, but in a British bookstore. Except that Emma was obviously Emma, not Hermione.)
Anyway. It was really quite vivid and odd, and sadly there was no dragon in the cellar. I think that every good antique bookstore should have a dragon in the cellar.

As for Merlin, I watched the next two episodes before bed and while continuing the general snark, I thoroughly enjoyed them.  I do wonder what Morgana does all day besides get dressed, pose dramatically by windows, mouth off to her guardian, or annoy Arthur.  Surely she must have some occupation?

And for those who have watched the show, ( spoilers for Episode 1.03: The Mark of Nimueh )

This show is so cute, I can't stand it.

Last night I dreamed that I was playing a game with friends, a brand-spanking-new game out of a box, that was kind of interesting in its structure - not really a board game, not quite a true RPG...  And then I thought to myself, "Didn't I play this in college?  But that can't be, it's brand new!"  And then I realized that it was a game that Frisbee Dave and John made up at Vassar, and they were now on the board of some great games company, churning out clones of their old college entertainment.  And you probably wouldn't even need drugs or alcohol for the full effect!
So I ended up reading the fine print on the bottom of the box and going on a quest to find their corporate offices, which turned into a very different sort of dream, but I don't remember that part as well.  Just a sense of mass, and height, and an elevator shaft into infinity... 
Very strange. 

In other news, it's 9:17am and it's already been a trying Thursday.  Any minute now, the Vogons are going to come screaming through the atmosphere... 

I had a dream that I was in a massive department store for Chinese New Year, ( it seemed so real in the dream... )

Today, even though I dreamed beautiful, longing dreams of cinnamon ice cream from the Old Fashioned Ice Cream Parlor on the Strand, we did not go to the Strand.
We did go to Mod Coffeehouse near the Opera House, though, where Mom and I sat and wrote our NaNoWriMo projects while Dad went to his appointment a couple blocks away. Then later I went to a write-in down near the mall, and put in some more words - 2,000 or so today.
The World's Slowest Love Scene™ is moving along at last. I might even snippet some of it here. Maybe. Or send it to interested parties. It's the first time I've ever written anything quite so intense - although not as explicit as some of the stuff I've been reading for inspiration. (Eesh.)

And speaking of inspiring reading, fanfiction is all well and good but egads, kiddos, get a freaking editor. The stories are often very creative and interesting and riveting, until an incorrect homonym or mangled sentence structure makes me wonder if the writer is a speaker of English at all.

Galveston was fun, even thought we were really only there very briefly - long enough for Dad to do his thing, for Mom to get her window-full of sea air as we drove down the Seawall for a couple of blocks, for me to marvel at the vast expanse of ocean between us and the horizon, and for all of us to consume mass quantities of shrimp or oysters at the local cheap eatery.

Shrimp and hush puppies go a long way, but oh lordy lordy, there is nothing quite like that homemade cinnamon ice cream. I wept over it in my dream, it was so good. *Wept.* Oh, well. It's something to look forward to when the food plan is less stringent and I'm at a healthier weight.

So I dreamed this morning that I was making a movie. I don't know why I thought this, but it came to me that we were filming a 1920s-futuristic remake of Pride & Prejudice.
( dream and illustrations )