a distinct and disappointing absence of chocolate

[cimorene]

I dreamed the other night that I had come back to visit my hometown (except it wasn't my real hometown, but in the dream it was. It's the magical nonexistent hometown that I recurrently dream about) and seduced the first teacher I had a really killer crush on. It was a kind of awesome dream. It would probably make a pretty great plot for a story, but I don't want to waste it on any of my fandoms because it's probably better lesbian.

Of course I'm leaving out the road trip, the science fiction elements, and how I was like Linux-awesome. Of course since I barely know anything more than your average Windows-user in reality, the details were vague, but it felt awesome to know what I was doing in the dream, let me tell you.