Outright Theft

I haven’t been remembering my dreams; or when I have, they’ve been mundane, like one of my old housemates cooking hamsters last night, on a marble counter that glowed with inner smugness. Usually my dreams have plots from Saturday morning cartoons, and I save the world or run away from robots.

So I’ve started to appropriate other dreams, that I’ve read about or that I just made up. When there were some socks in the store that said Muda on them, I took it as a portent. Then I had a thought about the color blue, and kobolds, but I forgot what it was.



  1. val wrote:

    Just on a blogsnob roundtrip.

  2. yami wrote:

    bon voyage, then!

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