Waking up rumply, or Finally processing the Anita Blake I read last month.

[featherynscale]

triadruid says to me this morning, "You are SO rumply..."
So I say, "Yeah. "

First off, I apologize to everyone who appears in this dream.

I am in my house - not EHQ, but a house I recognize as my own. I am wearing the steel grey velvet top that 8elements gave me, blue jeans, and a silver necklace with a charm loop on the bottom that is filled with silver charms - enough silver to sink me if I'd fallen in a well. I am at my dresser, brushing my hair, facing the bathroom.

silentreality comes out of the bathroom. (Note: at this point, I was conscious enough to think, "Well. I didn't see *that* coming... Now what?") He starts to stroke the velvet top and nuzzle my neck, but stops short. He looks at me and says something about the necklace, wanting to know where was the one he gave me. I reach down and pick up a little gold crucifix on a fine gold chain, and put it on, but don't take the other one off. He thinks this is very funny, or exciting, or something, giving a low growl and turning into a werewolf, right on the spot.

We then proceed to have sex, which is fairly normal sex, despite the fact that I'm having it with a werewolf. (Again, sorry about this, silentreality) After that, it occurs to us that we're supposed to go do a ritual, after which I'm supposed to drive him home, which is apparently in Lawrence. We get in my car, which is a very elderly and stately convertible, much like TJ's, except that mine is apparently not able to move much faster than walking speed.

We drive over to pick up fionnabhar and davidlmnelson, because the ritual is supposed to be in their underground temple, down by the river. We stop and pick up more and more people, until the car is totally full, like a phone booth full of frat boys. We drive down to the river, but we haven't been there in a while, and it's a lot different than we remember.

For one thing, squatters have moved into the caves and grottoes between the road and the temple. They are hollow eyed and slow moving, like zombies. They have all given up their souls to sell something, to talk people into doing whatever it is that they do. They set upon us immediately. They offer us Scientology, Christianity, the Atkins diet, anorexia, vegetarianism, family values, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and a dozen other things. They are horrifying, and we are afraid they will touch the car. One comes towards us with a television in his hands. While we are dealing with him, another climbs up on the back of the convertible.

We scream and empty the car, running through the grey wasteland of the soulless to the temple. We stop short before we arrive - we can see the temple, and there are no lights inside.