I haven't posted in a while and felt I should. But while tons has happened nothing really struck me as post worthy. I did come up with one fairly funny post in my head the other day, but sadly forgot it.

I also am considering throwing part of a story up here. I had a dream a few days ago and wrote the coherent bits down. But the story (which I thought was shaping up nicely) ends where my dream did. I dream like one watches a movie or tv show they vaguely recall, which is to say that I never know where the story is going either. It unfolds for me like it does a viewer, and yet I do know when something is foreshadowing. So it seems my unconscious has the plot. And some dreams have been really really interesting! To others as well as me. But I don't know the end! I described one to a friend who found it very interesting and he said 'well just make up the end' but it was a very complex dream involving 3 different time lines, eras, and possibly two dimensions. And the dream was clearly leading somewhere - I couldn't just 'make up' an ending without it being a hack job of the plan. In an odd sense it would be like my conscious was writing a fanfic to finish off unconscious me's plot. A nice try, but usually far inferior.

I wish my sleeping brain would finish a story.

Anyway I was thinking of posting a recent unfinished dream story to solicit more plot. If anyone would read it...but ...eh. You know?

Anyway, the snippet that inspired me to post...I think I am the only person, ever, to accidentally get toothpaste in their eye!

Nothing as explanatory as it was on my finger and I rubbed my eye either. When I squeezed from the tube onto the brush some liquid squirted out at, apparently, an eye-trajectory.

Toothpaste juice (who knew there even was such a thing?) burns btw.

My life can be really odd.

Oh and my cat hates me because I keep making it snow. I try explaining that I want warmth too, but I still get the glares. It reminds me of when I tried explaining to him that King is the largest size possible for a bed. Although, to his credit on that, I suppose I could have something special made. No such luck on the weather. I promised to move us somewhere warmer this Spring/Summer and that I would, one day, get him that dream yard. One day soon, not one day fanciful thinking.

Has anyone else slept somewhere else because their cat took up their bed and was just too cute to move?

Um, probably not.

Yes, I realize I need help. But he's really cute!