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Posted 2009.05.03 9.33 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

I had a dream last night, of a new business opportunity! I had it all worked out.

You have parents who maybe want a night out, for their anniversary or to see a movie or something. Or maybe they want to go off for a week’s vacation. What to do with the kids? Bring them along? Expensive, disruptive, probably not going to make you many friends with the other diners / moviegoers / vacationers, and you spend all your time looking after the young-uns and not enjoying yourself. 

Babysitting? Sure, but it can get expensive. And who do you call? The teenager from down the road? Are they really capable of looking after the kids? What if something goes wrong? And if you’re going away for a week, what then? The costs add up.

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Peculiarist Dream of 2009 (So Far)

Posted 2009.04.09 9.36 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

So I wake up and I’m in a hospital bed, in a hospital ward. I don’t remember what happened, but I have a headache and I’m a bit dizzy / lightheaded, so I figure I must have banged my head and had a concussion. The doctors and nurses are very nice, and I learn that I’m in a hospital in Paris. This doesn’t phase me, although I don’t remember going to France. And oddly, everyone speaks English.

Paris hospital


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My Entry for Wierdest Dream of the Year 2008

Posted 2008.09.26 0.00 in Pointless Blather by Stephanie

It all started with me going antiqueing. I was going from antique shop to antique shop, looking for deals on old daggers, knives, or swords. This much is at least fairly unremarkable. Equally typical, I failed to find anything in the various shops.

After wasting the day doing this, I ended up going to my parents house. While visiting with them, their house came under attack by pirates. They had brought their ship up alongside the house and had unleashed a barrage of cannonfire upon us in a terrible broadside onslaught. During the skirmish, my right leg came off about the knee, and my left leg was torn up a bit.

The pirates then got bored and headed off, and I got some bandages on my legs while my parents were cleaning up the house. Then I went up to the “big box plaza” up by #7 because I knew someone who worked at the Body Crafters