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thanateI have been trying to relearn, after almost twenty years of sleeping pretty much exclusively on my right side, how to sleep on my back again. Besides the cumulative distortion to my shoulders from curling one underneath me, it leads to more surface area being exposed to the breeze from the ceiling fan. However, changing over makes for odder sleep patterns, and if it weren't so hot out, I'm not sure I could make the effort work.
I dreamed that I was investigating a murder among a bunch of (relatively human-looking) elves, and whatever person or evil force had started the chain of events was slowly killing off my pool of people who might be useful resources. It had gotten down to the point where there were only three potentially helpful people left, and the most useful and knowledgeable of those had just had his mind destroyed by some force of the enemy's which led him to try to rip my thumbs off with is fingernails.* At this point it was apparently easier to wake myself up than effect an in-dream rescue for my thumbs.
It was about two thirty in the morning, and after a few minutes of lying there, the person a street or two away who has been trying to start a drum circle some evenings started playing, and I lay there for some time contemplating it as one would a headache-- there was drumming in the distance and it was just enough to keep me from falling completely back to sleep. And then instead of drumming, there was someone yelling in the distance-- again, not quite loud enough to wake one up, but fairly clear once awake-- as some guy bawled out the drummer, loud and long, and probably irritated the other neighbors quite as much as the drums had done.
This morning it is raining a nice slow soaking rain, and forecast to go on being cool and wet all day. With luck by the time it stops the soil will have soaked in enough that it does not go back to being bone dry a few hours later. I am enjoying the respite of not needing to go out and water the less well established plants before it gets too hot out, although I remain impressed by the resilience of most of the things in my garden; huzzah for natives.
[*probable influences: The Steerswoman's Road (just finished), Goblin Lullaby, and possibly![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yuki_onna's recent essay on seanan_mcguire's latest zombie novel]
I dreamed that I was investigating a murder among a bunch of (relatively human-looking) elves, and whatever person or evil force had started the chain of events was slowly killing off my pool of people who might be useful resources. It had gotten down to the point where there were only three potentially helpful people left, and the most useful and knowledgeable of those had just had his mind destroyed by some force of the enemy's which led him to try to rip my thumbs off with is fingernails.* At this point it was apparently easier to wake myself up than effect an in-dream rescue for my thumbs.
It was about two thirty in the morning, and after a few minutes of lying there, the person a street or two away who has been trying to start a drum circle some evenings started playing, and I lay there for some time contemplating it as one would a headache-- there was drumming in the distance and it was just enough to keep me from falling completely back to sleep. And then instead of drumming, there was someone yelling in the distance-- again, not quite loud enough to wake one up, but fairly clear once awake-- as some guy bawled out the drummer, loud and long, and probably irritated the other neighbors quite as much as the drums had done.
This morning it is raining a nice slow soaking rain, and forecast to go on being cool and wet all day. With luck by the time it stops the soil will have soaked in enough that it does not go back to being bone dry a few hours later. I am enjoying the respite of not needing to go out and water the less well established plants before it gets too hot out, although I remain impressed by the resilience of most of the things in my garden; huzzah for natives.
[*probable influences: The Steerswoman's Road (just finished), Goblin Lullaby, and possibly
yuki_onna's recent essay on seanan_mcguire's latest zombie novel]