Morpheus hates me, part 500
May. 8th, 2006 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darklunaI woke up at 7 this morning to the sound of what I initially thought was an air raid siren, but turned out to be Spike standing on the dresser meowing at full volume to make me get up and feed him.
As if being awake at 7 AM weren't bad enough, I had been in the middle of an extremely enjoyable dream in which [redacted] had gotten to second base and was clearly contemplating making a run for third, though why he had to think about it I don't know. I'm sure I had intentionally walked him to begin with, and fielder inattention would have been such that he could've made that into an inside-the-park home run with a minimum of effort, and... wait. Am I the pitcher here or what? Am I the infielders too? This metaphor has always kind of fallen apart upon closer examination. I don't even want to think about the bases being loaded.
As if being awake at 7 AM weren't bad enough, I had been in the middle of an extremely enjoyable dream in which [redacted] had gotten to second base and was clearly contemplating making a run for third, though why he had to think about it I don't know. I'm sure I had intentionally walked him to begin with, and fielder inattention would have been such that he could've made that into an inside-the-park home run with a minimum of effort, and... wait. Am I the pitcher here or what? Am I the infielders too? This metaphor has always kind of fallen apart upon closer examination. I don't even want to think about the bases being loaded.
