BLUE CANARY IN THE OUTLET BY THE LIGHT SWITCH

 ...... a dream last night.

That longhair left my windows open and as soon as I walked in I felt cold, tgen irritated, then shut them with haste.

Then, a couple of minutes later, thought it would be good to have some breeze, so I opened them again.

The force of it made the frame slip out of the wall and send the entire window falling to the ground.

When my neighbour was standing somewhere below.

Ran out and apologised profusely but it hadn't hit him - nor his infant daughter he was wheeling around in a bicycle basket (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I picked up the shattered remains of the window so I could gather evidence for uh, insurance purposes??? And was thinking as I collected up the wooden planks and surprisingly unshattered glass panes, that it was probably about time we upgraded to pvc, which we had previously declined, but now there was a reason to accept an upgrade ( the reason being there was a fucking windable rainable HOLE in my bedroom wall ) and with winter approaching i took a moment to gaze longingly up at the space that used to be My Window and wonder what part of the house i would sleep in until they got it fixed

 i dreamt that my roof was flat and had a bunch of wooden structures on it. probably structurally unsound irl but whatever. a dream can do what it wants.

there was a little bit of stuff growing here and there. grass and moss. very very easy to clean up. then, i realised i could comfortably clean the whole house literally top to bottom because the roof was cleared.

like, i could put organising boxes up on the roof while i sort the rooms below, and that would be a good wAY to not just move things around because if it rained the stuff on the rood would get ruined so i absolutely had to finish clearing the roof every session.

kinda making me want to have a clear up around the house waaahhh

 ....ahahahaha.

in between sleep sessions i just remembered this.

That i dreamt somehow G.G. found the group chat or got brought in and just his mere presence was enough for me to grab the kickban hammer.

Whats the flip. mood went from deer in headlights on seeing him to light yagami laugh as i was like you are NOT being in here

discaimer

by responding to this post you acknowledge that it is not a reflection of G.G.'s behaviour or character, rather a result of my strange brain, and although the dream really happened this post is a half joke, and it would be hilarious actually if he saw all of our thirsting, and i wish him the best, but he can have that best life in another room where i dont have to look at it.
so yeah.

 I dreamt that I was Whoosh but woke up as a human not knowing what the F was going on...... aaand after thinking about it a little, I could probably make it into an actual thing. I've been wanting to do a body swap amnesia thing for ages.

I also dreamt that ....there was a whole bunch of militiary suddenly swarm the center of town, sent in to control some upsetters in the area.... people fucking everywhere. At first I hid but then I remembered someone specific was hiding a little way away, so I ....turned into a lion????? and just walked through the conflict like it was nothing and found her. Yeah, that's right, everyone, that massive lion who saved Camila Cabello's life when she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that was ME.

 very very very strange dream.

I  was in the kitchen by the back door and it was raining outside.

I heard someone talking in the garden, so I looked ... but the rain was lashing against the window so hard that I couldn't see outside properly.

I saw what I thought was a person, a dark figure, crouched on the patio. I opened the door a crack and said loudly and rudely "Erm, can I help you???"

But with the door open and a little sliver of visibility, I saw that there was no one there.

I closed the door ..... and, by the way, I opened and closed the door so many times in this dream and the door was sticky as hell!!!! Stupid cold weather.

I closed the door and saw that the rain on the window as well as lights reflecting on the wet ground made it seem like there was someone there.

As the rain changed direction, so did the figure. I kept having this overwhelming urge to snap and finally give this guy a piece of my mind and ask him what the heck he's doing sneaking around a stranger's garden.

oh i changed tenses. uh.

my blog my rules.

I get riled up several times, enough that I forget the logic that this is a trick of the eyes and there isn't actually someone there. But I'm so inside the thought that at several times I just yell "RIGHT." and wrench the door open  to tell them off for tresspassing and immediately regret that because then I remember it's not even a person and now I'm cold and wet from having opened the back door when ut's raining.

Rinse and repeat.