Full moon

I enjoy the full moon. On the eve of the full moon, even when I was a baby I was more active. One might think this would translate into an inability to sleep -- not the case last night.

I dreamt. I dreamt of love, and flirtation, and casual kissing, and trains. Super-powers, too. Probably flight, and we all know what that means. I also dreamt of television characters from Buffy who I remember kissing. Not Buffy herself... the actress who played Willow.

I tend to go for nontraditional beauties. Possibly because they're less intimidating.

Possibly due to the moon. It was dark in the dream, but I could see well. Well enough to kiss someone who I could tell was talented and could appreciate my talents in the dark, on the train.

Amazing how unrealistic the full moon makes me.