more an adventure.
during one of my bouts of email-checking wakefulness early this morning, ‘roanoke’ was suggested to my sleepy, suggestible consciousness, & upon going back to bed, what ensued was fairly … bizarre. now roanoke was the scene of some mysterious disappearance back when, right? & stephen king might have somewhat covered this at some point? which would explain the gateway to hell aspect, however our escape plans were solid, there was no real reason to worry about the passage. hell, i even broke the glass just to prove the vortex wouldn’t suck us through. with my hands, i broke it. in the meantime i got to hear a former employer explain why he liked to varnish the inside of the closet under the stairs (aside from the obvious); later there was the obligatory bloggersex, which was … quite lovely. also there were the white pants that make my ass look so nice.
all in all the sort of dream which leaves one well-prepared for whatver a day may offer, & even what it might take away.