Some people just want to watch the world burn

I'm home, and no one has died. Considering the lack of AC in Bradley, bratty kids kicking the back of my seat all the way to DFW, and iPod running out of juice long before DFW, this is pretty much a miracle.

The Dark Knight: That taste in Tim Burton's mouth right now? That's the heart he's eating out.

Dream Theatre

Recorded here because I still remember it, and have fallen out of the habit of keeping a paper dream journal.

( The Trollwife )

Sadly, there wasn't much plot, but the island was gorgeous, and the idea of the troll-tithe has stuck with me. The country was a little too standard-issue fantasy-feudalism-complete-with-oppressed-women for my tastes, but I could probably fix that.

The Picnic March marches on (with frequent pauses)

"Bone Garden"
Words today: 601
Words total: 3846
Reason for stopping: a build-up of sleepions
Exercise: climbing (I continue to send one of my new conquests, but the overhang of love is being fussy again)
Darling: Walking into their combined gaze felt like walking into the Dis--cold and irrevocable--but he stepped into the kitchen, smiling for Sonya as she turned toward him.
Tyop: n/a
Words Word don't know: querent
New plays invented: one (for a total of three)

This story continues to be bountiful with setting, and slow on plot. It would help if the one character who knew what was up with the demons would start talking to me.