Dream a little dream

[cleolinda]

Since edda was talking about her dreams... mine really annoy me, because I never have particularly satisfying dreams. They're always questing in some way, looking for something or running away for something. I can't just have interesting dreams the way I did when I was younger. And I'm pretty sure I know what they mean--usually, once I've figured out a

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[cleolinda]

Heh. The whole perils of adulthood thing was pretty much how I had pegged it. When you take into account that I'm living at home to save money while I'm in grad school--I'll probably end up going for my PhD in a city a couple of hours away, so I'll be on my own--the whole "living in someone else's nicely furnished house, looking for *my* room" thing starts to look absolutely transparent. Like, my dreams aren't even trying, yo.

That bit about the garden is really interesting--I've always sort of had an obsession with gardens, literally and as a literary symbol, but pegging it as the internet is really interesting. Particularly since everyone in the garden was hanging out and passing drinks in red plastic cups around. V. social. I could see that. And the attic/roof is supposed to be the intellect, so it's like a party for people who communicate non-physically. Hmmm.

The attic at age 12 thing is a good read, except for the fact that I announced I was going to be a writer when I was four (of course, "writing" meant picture books at that point). A teacher helped me get a story published in a teachers' magazine when I was eight. I would say it's probably just a generic "not a girl, not yet a woman" age my mind picked to get the adulthood message across. :)