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All the leaves are brown...
I slept in late yesterday, and thusly missed Survivor. I did have a very intriguing dream, however, so I count it no great loss. (Because missing Survivor is normally such a great loss...)
Anyway, the dream moved along rather well with lots of different parts. The scene that lives most vividly happened at the end. I was reading a textbook with a girl who was, or was very similar to,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fauxpas. It looked very much like an old seventh grade Science textbook, although I seem to remember it being something more interesting, like poetry or complex calculus. Anyway, I thought I was tutoring this dream Anna, although there seemed to be no real tutoring happening, more give and take and general class-related debate. We were lying on the grass outside of a classroom, and another girl walked up. She was blond and wispy and familiar (although I can't place her after the fact), and she had just stolen something.
As is often the case in dreams, there was a whole lot of history that seemed to come from nowhere. I knew that the wispy girl and I had been lovers and accomplices in the past, and I was still very attracted to her. I also knew that dream Anna and I had a mutual attraction thing going on. Whatever the wisp had stolen, it was big, expensive and important, and she approached me with the intention of taking my away with her on the lam. At some point, I had been willing to do this, but now I wasn't sure. My mind raced, and dream Anna looked at me. She wanted to report the wisp but knew I was close to her, so wanted my OK.
Simultaneously, I saw two branching versions of the future, one with the wisp and one with dream Anna. In both, I was with a woman I loved, but in both I had to live with regret. With dream Anna, I always lived with the memory of having betrayed someone close to me; with the wisp, I lived with the regret of having committed a horrible crime.
I nodded slightly to dream Anna, allowing her to call. I talked to the wisp, trying to explain that I loved her, but I would be incapable of living the life that she would ask me to. The guilt of having profited from such a crime would be too much to live with day after day and I would never be happy, even with her. As I did so, I felt dream Anna draw closer to me. She could sense that I was making a change in my life, and she felt that I was choosing her over the wisp, which, to a certain extent I was.
The wisp left, crying, and the police chased after her. I don't know if she was caught, but I spent the rest of the dream with the dream Anna, knowing I had made the right choice.
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I conquered another realm of bachelorhood today, locating and successfully using the local coin-operated laundromat. Hooray for clean underpants. I'm probably going to make Monday or Tuesday mornings my regular time, since it will get me in early enough to have lots and lots of machines.
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The reason I've entered myself into NaNoWriMo is that I have had the germ of an idea for a novel for a while now, but didn't really have anything to do with it. I'd rather not discuss it too much yet, except to say that this idea came to my while in the bathroom, for no apparent reason. I'm not a person who does much thinking in the bathroom, but there you are. Or there I was. Or there I went. Whatever.
Anyway, now the wheels are kicking up on it again, though, of course, I'm not writing any text down yet. The working title, Compact Photo is horribly off-base, but it does incorporate the two most important items of the original image. More in November.
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My journal is starting to get filled up with notes for my Muses puzzle. You can't see them, but they're there all the same. I've been making more good progress, and am close to having one of my more thorny puzzles worked out. I still have to buckle down and write that flat, though.
Anyway, the dream moved along rather well with lots of different parts. The scene that lives most vividly happened at the end. I was reading a textbook with a girl who was, or was very similar to,
fauxpas. It looked very much like an old seventh grade Science textbook, although I seem to remember it being something more interesting, like poetry or complex calculus. Anyway, I thought I was tutoring this dream Anna, although there seemed to be no real tutoring happening, more give and take and general class-related debate. We were lying on the grass outside of a classroom, and another girl walked up. She was blond and wispy and familiar (although I can't place her after the fact), and she had just stolen something.As is often the case in dreams, there was a whole lot of history that seemed to come from nowhere. I knew that the wispy girl and I had been lovers and accomplices in the past, and I was still very attracted to her. I also knew that dream Anna and I had a mutual attraction thing going on. Whatever the wisp had stolen, it was big, expensive and important, and she approached me with the intention of taking my away with her on the lam. At some point, I had been willing to do this, but now I wasn't sure. My mind raced, and dream Anna looked at me. She wanted to report the wisp but knew I was close to her, so wanted my OK.
Simultaneously, I saw two branching versions of the future, one with the wisp and one with dream Anna. In both, I was with a woman I loved, but in both I had to live with regret. With dream Anna, I always lived with the memory of having betrayed someone close to me; with the wisp, I lived with the regret of having committed a horrible crime.
I nodded slightly to dream Anna, allowing her to call. I talked to the wisp, trying to explain that I loved her, but I would be incapable of living the life that she would ask me to. The guilt of having profited from such a crime would be too much to live with day after day and I would never be happy, even with her. As I did so, I felt dream Anna draw closer to me. She could sense that I was making a change in my life, and she felt that I was choosing her over the wisp, which, to a certain extent I was.
The wisp left, crying, and the police chased after her. I don't know if she was caught, but I spent the rest of the dream with the dream Anna, knowing I had made the right choice.
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I conquered another realm of bachelorhood today, locating and successfully using the local coin-operated laundromat. Hooray for clean underpants. I'm probably going to make Monday or Tuesday mornings my regular time, since it will get me in early enough to have lots and lots of machines.
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The reason I've entered myself into NaNoWriMo is that I have had the germ of an idea for a novel for a while now, but didn't really have anything to do with it. I'd rather not discuss it too much yet, except to say that this idea came to my while in the bathroom, for no apparent reason. I'm not a person who does much thinking in the bathroom, but there you are. Or there I was. Or there I went. Whatever.
Anyway, now the wheels are kicking up on it again, though, of course, I'm not writing any text down yet. The working title, Compact Photo is horribly off-base, but it does incorporate the two most important items of the original image. More in November.
---
My journal is starting to get filled up with notes for my Muses puzzle. You can't see them, but they're there all the same. I've been making more good progress, and am close to having one of my more thorny puzzles worked out. I still have to buckle down and write that flat, though.
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