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Last night I dreamt about a Scottish friend (MdB), an Irish friend (EdF) and several of the other Irish re-enactors from my club renacting some ancient battle in traditional Celtic garb in a gorse-filled, misty and damp forest. Visibility was poor and the sounds of sporadic melees echoed around the trees eerily. Everyone was speaking in hushed tones and it was most unnerving and uncomfortable. To make matters worse, the only garb I had brought was my bright red velvet Italian Renaissance gambeson (arming coat), which I had to put on. Hey, free target! Just shoot me now.
Then I woke up feeling cold (two hours before my alarm goes off - grr), and realised I'd lost the extra throw-blanket I'd added to my bedding last night. Looked outside to a grey, chilly, drizzly English summer morning. Joy.
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Date: 2003-07-03 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-03 05:20 am (UTC)[evil grin]
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Date: 2003-07-03 06:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
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