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Good morning, LiveJournal. By some freak occurrence I woke up before 8 AM this morning, and will probably be out of bed before 9. Today and tomorrow I have to deathmarch through a Shadow Unit story I'm writing with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala, and then I'll be done with all the things distracting me from Kingdoms. All the distractions that aren't self-inflicted, at least.
My dreams were in fact uneasy. What started as a Call of Cthulhu game where the GM summoned real zombies quickly grew a sprawling set of sub-plots, the thread of most I lost when I woke up. The baby who ate all her infant siblings was pretty gruesome, but she grew into a beautiful lizard monster who dreamed of being a naga, and went searching for a naga mate to dance with. The dancing snake people were lovely, and I wish I was left with a clearer image than the echo of sinuous green grace.
matociquala, and then I'll be done with all the things distracting me from Kingdoms. All the distractions that aren't self-inflicted, at least.My dreams were in fact uneasy. What started as a Call of Cthulhu game where the GM summoned real zombies quickly grew a sprawling set of sub-plots, the thread of most I lost when I woke up. The baby who ate all her infant siblings was pretty gruesome, but she grew into a beautiful lizard monster who dreamed of being a naga, and went searching for a naga mate to dance with. The dancing snake people were lovely, and I wish I was left with a clearer image than the echo of sinuous green grace.
