dancing through liiiiiiife

Wicked. You guys. WICKED. Oh my god. *explodes in paroxysm of squee*

I think I have a new fandom! That was amazing.

I'm not going to read the book for six months or so because it would probably harsh my squee - reliable sources tell me the ending is much happier in the musical. I'm a fan of tragedies but this was too awesome not to savour for a while.

I will however reread the original Oz books ASAP, because I have discovered that I do not remember anything except that one of them involved a princess and a talking rock or something. Well, I must have been thirteen or fourteen when I was reading those, it's not surprising. I recall them as something like a cross between Narnia and Alice in Wonderland.

So uh. It's kind of four in the morning? Only half-way through my ludicrous week and my sleeping patterns are totally fucked XD In fact my eating patterns also appear to be going haywire - today I had tea for breakfast, then forgot to eat until four pm when I had a toasted sandwich, and then went to Avi's for hotpot. This was fun but... the third vegan meal I have had this week, it's kind of freaking me out. You feel like a douche insisting on a burger joint if there's even one vegan in the party, then before you know it you realise you have ingested a metric fuckton of soy and some funny shaped vegetables and you'd just kill for a fucking cheese sandwich or something.

Mmm, cheese. I think I'll go get some cheese.

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This morning I dreamed three large dogs and I were tasked with the relocation of a flock of sheep from one of my kitchen cupboards to an undisclosed location. I decided to accomplish this by carrying one sheep at a time, leaving the dogs in charge of the rest of the flock. I lost the sheep somewhere between my house and the beach, where I found myself out on the rocks at the edge of the cliffs.

Here a common theme of my dreams reappeared - you see, I tend to be slightly aware of what's happening to my body in the waking world, but what's usually happening to my body is... lying down with my eyes closed. So I periodically have dreams in which I have trouble moving my limbs or opening my eyes.

So there I was, climbing the rocks by feel with eyelids like lead. I was heading for the edge but I got to the top instead, when I finally managed to open my eyes I was clinging to a rock with sheer cliff above and a fairly precarious climb down. At this point the dream featured an odd conversation with some people who were hanging out up there. I can't remember the details, I think I wrote a song lyric on the cliff to demonstrate a point for some guy. Anyway, I eventually climbed down onto a road, and then jogged across it and some fields towards my house. I think I ran into a woman on my way, apologised and kept going, and then... something about Plants Vs Zombies, IDK. Except there were caves in it. I think I have been playing this game too much.