secret agent woman
Nov. 25th, 2004 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladyroseOperation Lost Music is starting to fail rather miserably. I still can't find a single one of my missing soundtracks, and I even bothered to look downstairs in the study. Ergh. And I promised my Hungarian friend to send him tracks from the original OHMSS CD. Argh!
It apparently takes my entire family to open up one locked door. How...amusing. Or maybe sad is more appropriate.
It's nice to know that people do read what I write when I'm foruming. Then it depresses me that I have livelier online conversations than spoken ones. But I don't really mind too much.
I had a really interesting dream last night when somehow I was being manipulated into being some kind of weird agent employed by my evil biology and ethnic voices teachers. But I knew that they were up to some evil scheme, and really I joined to reveal their secret scheme. They had this weird disguise thing where one would sort of turn into the other, so I'm not sure whether it was JW or JF who was really the boss. Rather amusing and quite interesting. I swam a lot and ended up floating around some sort of spa tub thingy in the floor for what seemed like an hour. Afterwards I went over to the locker room, which magically expanded to be three times as big, and joined the rest of the class in eating pizza. It was vaguely slumber party like and I got to talk to lots of people I normally don't get to talk to with most of the lights off.
And then supposedly the next morning I was on the Casti campus stealing various folders from various classrooms for my boss person. But really I was just trying to figure out what. Sophie was outside by the lemon tree singing opera for some reason, and a huge crowd was around her. I vaguely remember hearing some sort of top-secret conversation among two teachers, I don't remember which ones, in the cafeteria while everyone else was listening to Sophie. I managed to sneak off and went looking for my own file and read my next instructions. I was about to break into a locked filing cabinet to read my dossier when I woke up.
Funny that I never got to read my file; it seems rather significant. I've been having some "hey, do I really have an identity?" issues lately.
It apparently takes my entire family to open up one locked door. How...amusing. Or maybe sad is more appropriate.
It's nice to know that people do read what I write when I'm foruming. Then it depresses me that I have livelier online conversations than spoken ones. But I don't really mind too much.
I had a really interesting dream last night when somehow I was being manipulated into being some kind of weird agent employed by my evil biology and ethnic voices teachers. But I knew that they were up to some evil scheme, and really I joined to reveal their secret scheme. They had this weird disguise thing where one would sort of turn into the other, so I'm not sure whether it was JW or JF who was really the boss. Rather amusing and quite interesting. I swam a lot and ended up floating around some sort of spa tub thingy in the floor for what seemed like an hour. Afterwards I went over to the locker room, which magically expanded to be three times as big, and joined the rest of the class in eating pizza. It was vaguely slumber party like and I got to talk to lots of people I normally don't get to talk to with most of the lights off.
And then supposedly the next morning I was on the Casti campus stealing various folders from various classrooms for my boss person. But really I was just trying to figure out what. Sophie was outside by the lemon tree singing opera for some reason, and a huge crowd was around her. I vaguely remember hearing some sort of top-secret conversation among two teachers, I don't remember which ones, in the cafeteria while everyone else was listening to Sophie. I managed to sneak off and went looking for my own file and read my next instructions. I was about to break into a locked filing cabinet to read my dossier when I woke up.
Funny that I never got to read my file; it seems rather significant. I've been having some "hey, do I really have an identity?" issues lately.
