Dream Wars, Episode V: The Cybermen Strike Back

Things I remember from the dream I had last night (that is what NFM was originally supposed to be about, after all):

• It involved, for some unexplained reason, me going to stay with some of my favorite internet personalities at this very important, very schmancy hotel, although they were living in the not-schmancy basement.
• Me knowing that Cybermen were hiding behind random things, waiting to attack the schmancy hotel, even though I never actually saw them. I guess I'm just Genre Savvy like that.
• My friend's mom coming to pick me up, claiming that I couldn't stay here with the very nice internet people. Very sad. 
• Somebody hacking my NaNoWriMo account and posting random gibberish and dinosaur GIFs. They didn't even post new posts, they just efited my old ones. I eventually got my account back under my control, with the help of one of the internet personalities. She was very nice about it, even though I woke her up in the middle of the night, babbling about Purple Elephants and dinosaur GIFs.
• Me and my parents driving around a frozen late, even though it wasn't winter. Not even for any particular reason, just because we wanted to. It was awesome. 

I remember next to nothing about how these scenes are supposed to fit together, but they're relatively amusing just on their own.

Ireland, pt 6: The Next Day

Good news, everyone! I've invented a time machine that— No, wait, sorry. That's something else. The actual good news is that I found my Ireland notebook!

To summarize what happened in parts #1 through #5, I spent a couple of days at my friend's house before driving to the airport, where we waited for a while until it was time to get on the plane. Sadly, the plane didn't involve humorous humorous rapid-fire comedy and Robert Hays. I did, however, watch Meet the Robinsons and pretended to crush buildings with my fingers.

On my second day in Ireland, we drove around for a while and went to a mall. Then we went to the butter museum and then walked around for an eternity. It took ages to get out of the parking garage with our enormous van. Oh, and on the way back we stopped by a roadside tower ruin that had been owned by Sir Raleigh. Got home. Slept.

On the fourth day, we went to the Tall Ships festival and such. However, I SOMEHOW managed to skip day three, so I'll devote the rest of this post to that.

On the third day I woke up at the crack of dawn an spent a lot of time running around barefoot and eating yogurt, although not entirely at the same time. After everyone else woke up, a few of us decided to go on a tour of cool little shops that have their own tour, with a map and everything. There was a cheese shop behind which there were ducks, goats, and pigs. I don't know where the pictures of said animals went, so here are some pictures from the internet.

That's totally what happened.

D'aww!

Perfect!

After that, we visited the Kells Priory, which has no relation to the Book of Kells. (Look out for mention of that later!) I skulked around, acting gothy. What can I say, I like creepy, old stuff! After that, I bought a mini-tube of Pringles at a small store, visited a pottery with a dog names Faust, and had hot chocolate and pancakes at a cafe in town for lunch. We walked around the mall—a different mall, this time—before heading home. 

And that's it, pretty much. I've declared the Priory to be the Dunnottar Castle of my Ireland trip, although that only makes sense if you've heard me go on a love-rant about the aforementioned castle. 

I'm Writing Poetry. Be Afraid.

Behind the scenes

I shine the rings

Meanwhile, try to coalesce

Behold this charming poet…ess?

Or something.

I'm not good at writing poetry that makes sense. Anyway, here's some stuff I wrote today. The only artificial stimulants used were my magnet board and some orange juice, seriously.

Precious Goddess on Attention

From inside our stagnant treasure

Or launching purple mammal weather

Shimmer phoenix sister most

Bright like dwells we ion boast

Narrow collapse, no powder minor 

Limbo'd shadows summit timer

Fountain vistas swoop above

Telecoped winter union love

Reflect lone ring with spacious pleasure

Power sparkle if heaven's measure

Test for space, delirious coast

Severe celestial window 

›–‹

I Truly Adore a Loving Cheese Rescue

Happy hard abyss on curve

Dappled whisper, cargo hold

Dark as snow, ripped asunder

Said the soul with pirate plunder

Swim red rain

Back again

Stagger 

Mystery

Glimmer 

Symphony

Crash my gaze

Picture it

Temple ringing scorpion pit

›—‹

"Like a Throbbing Pony Party"

Hero's lair in star above

Laughing cat stalks turtledove

Early heart with scratch inside

Serpent's summer holds the signs

As Death's balmy spaceship watches

Cross-create by mirror Rose

Radiating golden stealthy toes

Venom's ache in heart of Root

Magic spark makes fountain moot

Winter over vision drop

Dream of sun rights enemy

Shadow one awakes to me

Soaring's orangy sweet tomorrow

Wish again, fire brings sorrow

›—‹

And there you have it. Three poems by me. 

[WARNING: Any attempt to discern deeper meaning in Omnia's poetry may result in inanity, need for therapy, internal bleeding, and/or a slow, painful death. Omnia's poetry should not be taken internally. If accidentally swallowed, call your local fire department immediately. Apply directly to the forehead.]

A Brief Dissertation on the Subject of My Unfinished Article and the Feline Form

At the moment, I'm working on a sort of longish post entitled 3 is a Magic Number. Whether or not it's worth is entirely up to the reader, but I'm just poking my head in for a moment to say that I'm working on something else really big right now, which you will be able to see sometime in the near future—probably.

As an excuse for content, here's a picture of my darling cat, Sally.

Also, part of my head and shirt.

Another Dream

Last night, I had a pretty cool but very demented dream. All right, it was this morning during my 10 AM catnap.

Anyway, I went to this restaurant with a group of people. The only ones I can remember were my dad and this kid in a pastel blue-and-yellow striped shirt, like he just stepped out of a Dr. Suess book. Maybe my mom was there too. I can't remember.

From the outside, the building just looked like a normal, one-floor turquoise house, without a sign for the restaurant or anything.

Just after we were seated, I got up to take a look around, because apparently there was a whole mall-type place in that one little building. After wandering about for an unknown amount of time and going up and down so many staircases trying to find my way back to the group, I walked out onto a balcony above a store that looked suspiciously like the Guinness Brewery gift shop, except it sold everything you could ever need. Creepy, right?

I asked a clerk how to get back to the restaurant, but even after following her directions I still hadn't found my way back to the restaurant, but then my dad and Dr. Suess guy appeared, looking for me. They led tried to help me get back to the restaurant, but then we came upon a Haunted Mansion hallway that we had to run through, although it was strangely empty.

But then a giant freaking powder blue train came out of nowhere—veeeeery slowly—and for some reason the little boy had to…drive the train, I guess? I don't know what happened. Then I got a magical artifact that I have no recollection of whatsoever, and then I woke up.

No, no, I didn't really wake up. I wasn't even in my bedroom. And now a fairy was there, too.

I don't remember exactly what happened next, but then Daddy Dearest and the little boy showed up again, and apparently the fact that the train had been moving slowly was important. And soon after that, I woke up.

That's it. It was pretty cool, if pointless.