I have this thing. I get some wacky dreams when the new moon shows. Then I start sleeping later and later, getting increasingly nocturnal. Full moon brings another batch of dreams, and then I start sleeping later again until I swing back around to normal sleeping hours.
For some reason I distinctly recall my dream from this full moon. I was up in orbit with the space station. I assume it was in the future because it was a lot bigger than it is now. I was working. Sometimes I was out in a spacesuit working on one section, then go back to the Star-Trekesque shuttle and dock with the nearest available airlock. Sometimes I was inside, and discovering that the president of Cuba wanted me dead because of something to do with my parents.
Near the end, I was outside when module four exploded. I think there was more after that, but I can't remember for sure. Perhaps the president of Cuba succeeded.
In other news, the girl next door had dinner with her boytoy. I may get to hear some thumping and groaning at around 4am this morning. They're like anti-porn: lots of quiet foreplay, and only the last few minutes involve the bedframe banging against the wall.
I admit, I prefer hearing her enjoy his attentions to hearing him administer them. Sometimes her voice is muffled, unfortunately. I don't know if it's because his tongue is in her mouth, or her face is buried in the pillow.
Oh yeah. Using Overture 3.6, I finally got the basics down for my main themes of the Dragonlance trilogy. They're basically the same thing; but Dragons of Autumn Twilight are strings and woodwind, Dragons of Winter Night are strings and brass, and Dragons of Spring Dawning are all three. It's all part of my obscure attempt to put across how increasingly bleak things are getting as the war picks up pace.
Edited to add: Thumping. I was downstairs at the time, so I wasn't 'close' enough to hear voices. Oh well.
For some reason I distinctly recall my dream from this full moon. I was up in orbit with the space station. I assume it was in the future because it was a lot bigger than it is now. I was working. Sometimes I was out in a spacesuit working on one section, then go back to the Star-Trekesque shuttle and dock with the nearest available airlock. Sometimes I was inside, and discovering that the president of Cuba wanted me dead because of something to do with my parents.
Near the end, I was outside when module four exploded. I think there was more after that, but I can't remember for sure. Perhaps the president of Cuba succeeded.
In other news, the girl next door had dinner with her boytoy. I may get to hear some thumping and groaning at around 4am this morning. They're like anti-porn: lots of quiet foreplay, and only the last few minutes involve the bedframe banging against the wall.
I admit, I prefer hearing her enjoy his attentions to hearing him administer them. Sometimes her voice is muffled, unfortunately. I don't know if it's because his tongue is in her mouth, or her face is buried in the pillow.
Oh yeah. Using Overture 3.6, I finally got the basics down for my main themes of the Dragonlance trilogy. They're basically the same thing; but Dragons of Autumn Twilight are strings and woodwind, Dragons of Winter Night are strings and brass, and Dragons of Spring Dawning are all three. It's all part of my obscure attempt to put across how increasingly bleak things are getting as the war picks up pace.
Edited to add: Thumping. I was downstairs at the time, so I wasn't 'close' enough to hear voices. Oh well.