35 days ’til I turn 38! And now for a dream. Since starting this antidepressant, my dreams have become more memorable again.
I was playing WoW or a similar game, though the dream couldn’t make up its mind whether it was a game or just a part of reality. Anyway, I was going along an ocean beach when I saw Deadpool heading into the water to swim across to some island to do a quest there. For ease of swimming, he dropped a bunch of stuff he was carrying into a pile in the breakers.
The stuff all seemed to be similarly colored — jewel-toned purple and aqua — and in some interest I tried to adjust the camera angle so I could look at it more easily. But I accidentally clicked on the pile and ended up picking up a bunch of items instead. Annoyed at the circumstance (and aware in the back of my head that Deadpool might think I was trying to rob him and become murderously angry), I started sorting through my own inventory in order to re-drop the stuff I’d mistakenly taken.
I was able in so doing to examine some of Deadpool’s items more closely. It appeared he was preparing to decorate a baby’s bedroom, and I adored the colors and the coordination of the objects. Unfortunately, I too was carrying a shit-ton of junk, and I’d only managed to re-drop a few of the adorable things before Deadpool came back from the island, grabbed his pile without appearing to notice it was incomplete, and ran off before I could say a word to him (jumping as he ran the way you do in WoW).
Then I spent the rest of the dream trying to track him down so I could return the last of his possessions and compliment him on his superb interior design sensibilities. When I finally found him, he wasn’t even mad.
There was more to the dream than this — it was mostly an explore-the-house dream, apparently a grandparent’s house with a ridiculous number of closets, and there were kids and a dachshund and an indoor pool party with a giant inflatable floating pool-house-thing — but that part with Deadpool’s baby bedroom items was what I really thought worth writing down.
36 days until I turn 38! Now for some photos
38 days until I turn 38!
This year’s countdown is especially exciting, since I’m aiming to release a book on my birthday (though whether that deadline is feasible is a matter of question XD)
“0-po0oi9ooooooooo,” says cat to mark the occasion.