|Even when I'm aware I'm dreaming, it's not less weird.
||[Aug. 29th, 2011|10:58 am]
Drinian, who turned out to be my friend Heathah's younger brother N: Now is the time in the dream when we have to build a Dawn Treader!
Me: The time on Sprockets?
Me: Seriously, a Dawn Treader? They're generic now?
Drinian/N: Look, if you didn't want to spend some of your dreams building boats, you should have gotten your mythic-emotional resonances with a less seafaring people.
Me: ...fair enough.
[We commence the building of the boat.]