I also had a Diaryland dream last night, which either implies that I've been spending a little too much time here or that I should start sleeping regularly again. Maybe both, but then, that's not likely to happen. At any rate, this one was particularly vivid and just as disturbing. It took place in the computer room at the old house, which was odd in itself as the computer there had always been in the living room. So really, it was more like the computer room happened to be attached to the old living room, not that it matters.

There were four people in the room, one of which I can't remember. I was one of them, and for the most part I just sat in the corner and nodded at the others. Those two, at least, I somehow recognized. Apologies to them in advance for dreaming them into such bizarre circumstances. Truly, I had nothing to do with it.

So. Spirrogg was sitting on the floor, sewing petticoats for an enormous, ghastly thing that vaguely resembled Scarlett O'Hara's green dress. Manon was seated at the computer, prattling about snowfall in Siberia. The conversation, such as it was, went something like this:

MANON (looking at the computer): Cymbeline's going to be in St. Petersburg before too long, if the snowplows are still functionable.

SPIRROGG: I hope not. I still have eighteen more petticoats to sew.

IVY: Why do you need so many?

SPIRROGG: Ouch! Damn needle!

MANON (angrily): Peanut. Butter. Chicken! There's nothing to fear--

SPIRROGG: Except communism! Mr. Harrisburg told me about it when I was stationed in Siam, but then he said it was all extranopolis statistics.

UNIDENTIFIED PERSON: Well, I was in Siam before you and--

MANON: Dear God, its snowing in Siberia again! Quick, give me the needle.

SPIRROGG: But I haven't finished the petticoats yet...

Things didn't improve very much from there. And I have no earthly clue what extranopolis statistics are. Argh. Methinks this was all a result of abandoned history homework, a futile hope for more snow, and too much Diaryland. And now I'm tired. Bleh.

Adieu.