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Oh what can it mean to a . . .
Has LiveJournal become a part of my brain? Most certainly. How do I know? Yesterday, I had my second dream involving a person I do not know, except from their live journals.
A few weeks ago, I had a dream featuring![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fauxpas. I was flying into a city (unnamed) and meeting up with her. She had recently been complaining about her coworkers in her journal, which was accompanied by an extensive streaming video of her playing indoor hockey against them, and acting as a damn good goalie, with near psychic powers. But when I arrived at her house the various decorations of her living quarters led me to believe that her real trade was espionage of some sort, or possibly burglary. I confronted her about it, and she told me the truth, but that truth is lost to the mists of my unconscious. This was odd, because all of the online pictures of fauxpas have her face blurred out. Her face was not blurred out in my dream, but the camera angles of my dream conspired so as never to give me a clear view of her face.
Last night, my dream featuredluxnightmare which is even odder, since I've only just added her to my friends list. Odder still, she seemed to be part of the entire night of dreaming, rather than just a segment. Normally, I dream in discontinuous episodes that my brain later fuses together into one. Yesterday, however, these segments were connected by a series of episodes that took place in something akin to the Big Brother house in construction, where I would meet up with luxnightmare and talk about what had happened during my "day" (that is, I would talk about the dream segment I had just experienced involved in). We seemed to be there as part of some teacher-training program, and there were other inhabitants, but I never saw them. Then I would sleep, wake up instantaneously, talk with luxnightmare again, and go into another dream. Before one segment, we agreed to meet for lunch during the day, so during the dream (which was a strange conflation of Hamlet and the Old Testament that took place in a melded church/library/desert) I was occasionally wondering how I would explain that I had to miss lunch because of King Claudius of Judeah causing it to rain. I also recall thinking to myself on several occasions, "Tablesaw, it's really weird that you're dreaming of someone you only know through her journal of a few days," but the dream continued.
I had similar experiences as I got involved with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ifmud, but since I've have now actually met many of those people, dreaming about them tends to take on less significance than it did a year ago. Perhaps it will be like that with livejournal, eventually. For now, it's still very odd.
FriLATX: 8:30. FriWSJX: 20. I'm having trouble convincing the New York Times that I'm allowed to use my credit card to renew my Xword subscription. Hopefully, that will clear up soon.
A few weeks ago, I had a dream featuring
fauxpas. I was flying into a city (unnamed) and meeting up with her. She had recently been complaining about her coworkers in her journal, which was accompanied by an extensive streaming video of her playing indoor hockey against them, and acting as a damn good goalie, with near psychic powers. But when I arrived at her house the various decorations of her living quarters led me to believe that her real trade was espionage of some sort, or possibly burglary. I confronted her about it, and she told me the truth, but that truth is lost to the mists of my unconscious. This was odd, because all of the online pictures of fauxpas have her face blurred out. Her face was not blurred out in my dream, but the camera angles of my dream conspired so as never to give me a clear view of her face.Last night, my dream featured
luxnightmare which is even odder, since I've only just added her to my friends list. Odder still, she seemed to be part of the entire night of dreaming, rather than just a segment. Normally, I dream in discontinuous episodes that my brain later fuses together into one. Yesterday, however, these segments were connected by a series of episodes that took place in something akin to the Big Brother house in construction, where I would meet up with luxnightmare and talk about what had happened during my "day" (that is, I would talk about the dream segment I had just experienced involved in). We seemed to be there as part of some teacher-training program, and there were other inhabitants, but I never saw them. Then I would sleep, wake up instantaneously, talk with luxnightmare again, and go into another dream. Before one segment, we agreed to meet for lunch during the day, so during the dream (which was a strange conflation of Hamlet and the Old Testament that took place in a melded church/library/desert) I was occasionally wondering how I would explain that I had to miss lunch because of King Claudius of Judeah causing it to rain. I also recall thinking to myself on several occasions, "Tablesaw, it's really weird that you're dreaming of someone you only know through her journal of a few days," but the dream continued.I had similar experiences as I got involved with
ifmud, but since I've have now actually met many of those people, dreaming about them tends to take on less significance than it did a year ago. Perhaps it will be like that with livejournal, eventually. For now, it's still very odd.FriLATX: 8:30. FriWSJX: 20. I'm having trouble convincing the New York Times that I'm allowed to use my credit card to renew my Xword subscription. Hopefully, that will clear up soon.
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