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I've got the croup, and I'm on heavy cough syrup of the puts-you-to=sleep kind, as well as steroids for the inflammation. Either the cough syrup is raising my temp or it's going up on its own...I seem to be sweating out the sickness, which is good, but I'm also fairly delirious. Just as it starts to wear off and I leave my coma-like state for somewhat wakefulness--means it's time for another dose--I have wierd dreams.

Flatmate asks me to take care of the cat. "What cat?" I ask. "This one," she says, looking puzzled and dumping a black and white monstrosity with bits missing out of its ear into my arms, where it purrs and cuddles. "The one that ate Keats, of course."

Soulmate gets home, she's mad at me because some wierd blonde girl in a green cloak keeps sending a hlogram of herself to the back door and it keeps trying to talk to her when she comes in.

Soulmate walks in through the front door, squees with flatmate, then turns to me, gently kisses me on the cheek and says, "I'm pregnant."

Friendiest waves over her shoulder without loooking back while I call to her, trying to pull my foot out of cement.

Talkative, a large purple dragon, sits with her hands folded over her belly and dispenses sage advice.

Redheaded Kid (currently in...um...some South American country, the name of which escapes me but it starts with P) is floating in the air, lounging and tossing popcorn into the air to catch in his mouth.

...and more. *sways drunkenly for next dose*

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Date: 2005-12-11 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gryfindormia.livejournal.com
*snorts oatmeal out of nose, all down front* Aw man.

Weird blond girl is definately hot for Soulmate and obviously from Slytherin.

A large purple dragon? How did you know it was her if she was a dragon, unless I look like dragons you've known in your past? And, er, what kind of advice?

And he's not in Peru, which is the South American country you're probably thinking of, but Chile.

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Date: 2005-12-11 12:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elucreh.livejournal.com
I don't know, it just was you.

The advice was a bit like the caterpillar in Alice, except that instead of smoking a hookah the smoke was oozing out of your enormous, perfectly round nostrils.

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Date: 2005-12-11 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gryfindormia.livejournal.com
Was your subconcious trying to state that I have a big nose? I slap it with my glove.

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Date: 2005-12-11 10:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wildebeth.livejournal.com
I must have somehow skimmed the first paragraph without internalizing the meaning because I was just ready to call for the white coats. LOL *hugs you*

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Date: 2005-12-11 12:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elucreh.livejournal.com
Oh, believe me, I knew what was happening and I almost did. I spent ten minutes petting the couch and thinking it was Keats...I was talking to it. You know, "Good baby, such a good baby, we love our puppy dog..."

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Date: 2005-12-11 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wildebeth.livejournal.com
LOL! You must have a furry couch. :P

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Date: 2005-12-11 11:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adalanne.livejournal.com
*grins* Kinda reminds me of Roald Dahl's first story.

Poor Keats; eaten by Greebo.

Ah, I'd never ignore annoying holograms. Always good to listen to those.

*ponders over the pregnancy one* Was that an example of Fem-preg?

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Date: 2005-12-11 12:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elucreh.livejournal.com

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Date: 2005-12-11 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gryfindormia.livejournal.com
OMG that's what I said! It was yours and Katina's baby!



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