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I really should write these down more often. I mean, lately, my dreams have just been weird. I even had Harry Potter related dreams. Or strange sentient spiders. Or talking bees. I mean, weird.
And then last night. I don't remember a lot of the dream, but there was a man. I know I was sneaking into somewhere and someone inside there decided to help me. No clue what he looked like; I just had an impression of a brownish green cloak. But I remember him giving me some clothes, and then saying that he'd have to find me a cloak if we went beyond this one room and looked at the records. And here's where I got coy and said, "Why would I want to look at the records?"
*coughs* Scene fade to black. And his name was just odd. Miolin. Yes, as in, rhymes with violin. *files it away somewhere for future use* Anyway. Couldn't stop thinking about him whenever I woke up during the night.
Mum does a bunch of baking and then has me wash the dishes. I'm not even going to eat much of what she made (it smells good, looks good, but it's not really my kind of food).
Oh, crap. They won't be working tomorrow will they? Labor day. Dammit all to hell.
Mum finally developed my three films from just before Graduation, Graduation, and Grad Night. I figured a sample could be welcomed.