I only have two dreams these days.

#1: The Rollercoaster Tycoon dream. My rollercoasters are always pure forms of excellent design, being laid down section by section in a neverending unravelling of steel and wood. There are never trees in the way, and the landscape always conforms perfectly to my image. Or maybe it is merely that my brilliance allows me to meld my construction to its curves like velvet hotpants to a buttock. Now there's a mental image.

#2: The Werewolf: the Apocalypse dream. This is a more abstract one, filled with numbers and sigils, wisps of mist and feelings of fur. Concepts walk the darkness as if they were real, and in a sense they are. I never remember the details on waking. Probably because they were not there to begin with.

From this, it can rightly be deduced that these two activities have been taking the majority of my time and attention for the last little while. J² wants to run the werewolf roleplay over the holidays. Various folk are interested, and you know me; I'm always up for some RP, especially with people who know what they're doing and who I know are sensible. For those in the know about such things, I am going to be a Homid Glass Walker Ahroun. For those not in the know, my character's going to be a spoilt little rich bitch with a fetish for technology and a really bad temper. She is going to be very fun to play, I anticipate. The rest of the party might not like her very much, though.

As for Rollercoaster Tycoon, well, I had a lapse of concentration, and it slipped in under my "no computer games apart from Carmageddon" barrier. It's fun. It's silly. It's amusing when the little guys puke. And drowning Entertainers is my new hobby. A mime is a terrible thing to waste. (3 points, and my respect.)