Deluges And Bad Dreams
Dec. 15th, 2012 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxSo. I awoke about an hour and three quarters ago, after another night of restive, fitful sleep plagued by bloody weird dreams.
The other night, in one of my nightmares, myself and some people I knew from a former workplace were captured in a van. I was told by this man that I had to use some sort of superpower I had to increase the rate of surface water evaporation from the rivers Dee and Mersey, and from a large stretch of the North Wales and Northwest England coasts, to create an intense, driving rain.
I asked him what the stick was - the carrot obviously being "You get to live." He showed me the five former work colleagues, and said "Obey me or they will suffer."
Cue mirth from me, and a comment that as sticks go, that offer looked more like a carrot; I then told him that because he'd actually amused me, I'd do exactly as he asked, for free. One puzzled, confused, mad baron of evil.
And then, of course, I awoke at 6am and Britain was under bloody water. A cold, drab, unbelievably miserable, rainy day of bucketing-it-down as far as London. And my first word when I woke up and saw the news on the TV was "Whoops. I may have overdone it a bit. I hope Baron von Evil won't be too upset."
The other night, in one of my nightmares, myself and some people I knew from a former workplace were captured in a van. I was told by this man that I had to use some sort of superpower I had to increase the rate of surface water evaporation from the rivers Dee and Mersey, and from a large stretch of the North Wales and Northwest England coasts, to create an intense, driving rain.
I asked him what the stick was - the carrot obviously being "You get to live." He showed me the five former work colleagues, and said "Obey me or they will suffer."
Cue mirth from me, and a comment that as sticks go, that offer looked more like a carrot; I then told him that because he'd actually amused me, I'd do exactly as he asked, for free. One puzzled, confused, mad baron of evil.
And then, of course, I awoke at 6am and Britain was under bloody water. A cold, drab, unbelievably miserable, rainy day of bucketing-it-down as far as London. And my first word when I woke up and saw the news on the TV was "Whoops. I may have overdone it a bit. I hope Baron von Evil won't be too upset."
