In my dream, Mrs. Spart, myself, some of you, and many others are part of an intricate, dangerous time war, spanning all of history - past, present and future - covering the entire globe and possibly beyond.
Our involvement, from my present-day perspective, has only just begun. (Cue Carpenters' music.)
A strange woman I don't know in RL bursts into our home to give me what seems to be the skull of a dire wolf or some similar creature while I'm in the shower. Mrs. Spart almost shoots her, but she gives the proper countersign.
( Our Time-Twisted Tale of Woe under here. (Who knew time wars could be such a soap opera?) )Hmm. Entertaining, anyway.
I hate time travel, with all its inconsistencies, paradoxes, and pretzel logic. No more cheese dip before bed, that's what Spart says. But this was interesting enough to write down before I went back to sleep.
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At times you are self-centered but you have many friends. You love many women, but the right woman could get you to settle down. ![]() |
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