I don’t quite know whether to stick this post in mt SL blog or my RL one, so I’m putting it in both.

Woke up fairly early, then went back to sleep again and had a couple of very strange dreams. In the first, I was a cavalry officer in the Napoleonic war. The horse I’d been allocated was a skittish brown mare who went into reverse gear every time she heard a noise she didn’t like. You know, the head up, ears back, teetering backwards sort of thing. Most of the dream was me getting instruction from the groom and sorting out kit and uniform, and trying to control the horse enough to ride up to the location where the camp was located. Oh and I was on the French side, not the English side.

The second dream was a little less comprehensible. There was a big house, like a modern millionaires mansion kind of thing, all fancy architecture, and set in a massive area of English countryside, with woods, a park, a lake, and something called “The Oasis” which was a little secluded pond with places to sit around it. Then there was a TV quiz-type show, in which I was a contestant. It was a sort of treasure hunt thing, set in this fancy house and grounds. During this hunt I met the residents of the house who turned out to be Celty and Jamie from Second Life (which would explain the fabulous furnishings). Celty was involved in the show as an antagonist, trying to thwart the treasure-hunters. However he was upset and angry because the land was being subdivided and more houses built, and the Oasis was going to get built-over, and that was his favourite place. I won the treasure hunt in the end (though I can’t remember what it was that I found) and the end of the dream was me having to go, and promising Celty that I would come back next year. And then there was some workmen come in with JCBs and started tearing stuff up, and I got into an argument with them, in the middle of which I woke up again. (And if I find out that Celty’s real name is Ashton, I’ll freak).