I've had three reviews on the PotC fanfic thus far, one of which from a very helpful lady who advised me on tips for Tia Dalma's accent, so I'm going to edit the first chapter with her suggestions and email her the bits I have in the second chapter. I love her accent, but it's very hard to emulate. At least Barbossa just talks like a clichéd pirate. ;)
As for the dream last night (or this morning, technically), the only part I can remember - perhaps the only part there was - involved PotC. That's what I get for working on fic before bed, clearly. And also for making a start on reading the quite marvellous redux_08 last night (AWE re-written with better mythology, background and Sparrabethness! :D)
Anyway, the dream was as follows. It seemed to be taking place in either the second or third film, and all I can remember is that a collection of characters, including Jack, Elizabeth, Will, Barbossa, a few random other pirates, and - for some reason known only to my brain - Spike, were trying to get the heart of Davy Jones, inside the chest, up a cliff-face. There seemed to be a helicopter trying to follow them, which at one point was flying over head. Jack and Elizabeth were carrying the chest between them - although it was a lot bigger than in the film so required two people to carry it - and Elizabeth was leading the way up the cliff-face along narrow paths.
When they were at the top of the cliff there seemed to be some kind of face-off about to occur with whoever was in the helicopter, and... then it seemed to be inside my livejournal and I had tagged it with various random things, including a tag which read "jack / liz / will / spike", which wasn't an OT4 notation but rather an indication of which characters it was referring to. At which point I decided I was going to change all my tags, and was changing a "potc" tag to read "fandom: pirates" or similar.
I think I woke up then, but there was a pervasive air of Jack/Liz about the dream, as Will seemed also to be sulking. ;)
And that's why I suddenly have the urge to go through my LJ and tag it properly. I'll have had the bloody thing seven years in September, mind you, so it'll be an ongoing process...
Is that blue sky I can see in the air? Will wonders never cease?! It's only, y'know, August... I told you the weather would clear up just in time for my moving furniture tomorrow. It MOCKS me. It does.
As a final note, I bought the 'New York' Impulse body spray last night (another of their 'limited edition' scents, though they've been around about a year now) as it was the only one I hadn't tried, and it appears to contain a particularly noxious chemical which is making my asthma flare up. *sigh* It's either that or the constantly changing weather lately. *shakes fist at Britain*