Oh my goodness, you almost burnt down the kitchen/yourself/the whole flat?? Really shocked me, reminded me that most accidents happen in households, and how FAST this can happen, indeed ... So is your kitchen, oven, and you OK??? This surely is a sign to buy you a new one, a complete new one ... even though it was not the oven's fault ... Just had a look at my baking paper, and it says on the packaging (of course, never ever reads warning notices and such stuff):
"Backpapier NICHT bereits beim Vorheizen in den Backofen legen. NICHT verwenden bei Zuschaltung des Grills. Direkten Kontakt des Backpapiers mit Heizspiralen und heißen Innenwänden vermeiden"
However, it's "hitzebeständig bis 220°C", but of course not in direct contact with parts of the oven that are hotter than that.
Luckily you reacted very good and succeeded in Fire Extinction ... but I really do not want to think about what could have happened ... Puuhhhh ...
Erm, one question: When you were at Herrenchiemsee - did you have the feeling you already were there, you knew it somehow? When I looked at your pictures, a flash beamed through my brains - I could physically feel it - especially at the picture of that bronze (or whatever) guy of the fountain. I opened my cabinet in the office, grasped a scrapbook marked 1984-1987 (can't tell why I knew this was the correct one), flipped through it, and: tada ... here you go ... Yes, you already have been there, even though the 'YOU' was still in a different "atomic condition", somehow. The two halfs of your DNA were there, but these parts were not yet united to be your DNA. Yes, your parents were there, on June 21st 1984. And there's a picture of me, hugging this metal fountain-guy. And I also took pictures of the lion with the deer. At that time, all of them spitting water.
This gave me goosebumps.
Oh, Wolf. I dreamt of him last night. Well, I dreamt of you & him. Strange dream, very strange.
Oh, don't have the time right now to comment further on your entry. But - as usual - I enjoyed reading, looking, sensing and feeling.
Thank you for your wonderful gift to write such beautiful things!
First thing, about the oven... that already happened about a month ago or so, orrr at least before you came over the last time |3 Funnily nothing else burnt, not even the sides of the kitchen wall or so, the fire was still really nice to me and the interior of the kitchen. It was just really amazing to see how quick fire really can spread, without anything like ... eh... whatever it's called, like alcohol or stuff to make the combustion bigger etc.
And secondly... oh. Okay, uhm... The thing about Herrenchiemsee was, the whole time we were there, especially that place with the springs and statues, I knew that place, and I kept asking grannie whether we'd been there before, because I was SURE I knew the place. So so so so sure, but she couldn't 'remember'. I mean, she keeps track of all the vacations in her diary, right, and she told me that we hadn't been there before, apparently I mixed it up with some other castles we'd been (or Starnberg and the Falkenschloss etc), but that couldn't shake my feeling of familiarity with the place. Even when we were just about to arrive there in the carriage, it felt totally natural to me that I'd already been there as a child, so it came as a huge surprise when she told me they'd never been there with me. And I'm very sure the only castle we ever went to during school time was Neuschwanstein, but that was already back in 12th grade or so. Maybe I saw your pictures... I mean, I surely saw your pictures. They must have burnt themselves into my memory... but it seemed more like that. I mean, I don't usually get such a feeling of familiarity just from pictures... ugh.
Oh, tell me of the dream. Very interesting, for I had one myself just recently, also with him in it, and it also was strange. Tell me~?
Haha, it was just a regular entry, nothing special... can't really do anything about my gifts either, didn't choose them haha. Or so I thinkkkk.
Weren't you scared? I mean - the fire? I surely would have panicked. Yes, it can happen so quickly, within an glimpse of an eye. I know how fast and hungry flames can eat up hair. This is totally different to sitting on a fireside outside and feeling the positive warmth. Fire is dangerously two-faced ... You see, so I read the notice on the baking paper for the first time in my life, hehe ... maybe one should put more attention to such stuff.
I know that we never visited Herrenchiemsee since you were born. Hnn, probably the pictures were burnt into your memory, that's a logical explanation. But we both know that some things go beyond logic, ne?
I don't know if you ever showed me a picture of Wolf, or if my brain just produced one out of your stories about him. It's strange enough that I knew that the man in my dream was him, and it's strange, too, that I dreamed of you - as you are in person. Most of the time people do not look real - and if they do, then it's a nightmare. Like most of the time, I can't remember details from this dream, but just the situation as it was - like single pictures. You seemed to have had a relationship with him, and you broke up with him - and you looked very happy about this. You beamed sort of supremacy over him, that's why you finished the relationship - you couldn't stand his dependency and even submissiveness any longer, you wanted to be free again. As you told me so, I really felt totally strange, because 1st I never knew before that you had a relationship with him and 2nd I almost was scared by your "presence", giving me a feeling of being sort of "tiny" and not-important-at-all. You know what I mean?
Just had a look at my baking paper, and it says on the packaging (of course, never ever reads warning notices and such stuff):
"Backpapier NICHT bereits beim Vorheizen in den Backofen legen. NICHT verwenden bei Zuschaltung des Grills. Direkten Kontakt des Backpapiers mit Heizspiralen und heißen Innenwänden vermeiden"
However, it's "hitzebeständig bis 220°C", but of course not in direct contact with parts of the oven that are hotter than that.
Luckily you reacted very good and succeeded in Fire Extinction ... but I really do not want to think about what could have happened ...
Puuhhhh ...
Erm, one question: When you were at Herrenchiemsee - did you have the feeling you already were there, you knew it somehow? When I looked at your pictures, a flash beamed through my brains - I could physically feel it - especially at the picture of that bronze (or whatever) guy of the fountain. I opened my cabinet in the office, grasped a scrapbook marked 1984-1987 (can't tell why I knew this was the correct one), flipped through it, and: tada ... here you go ...
Yes, you already have been there, even though the 'YOU' was still in a different "atomic condition", somehow. The two halfs of your DNA were there, but these parts were not yet united to be your DNA. Yes, your parents were there, on June 21st 1984. And there's a picture of me, hugging this metal fountain-guy. And I also took pictures of the lion with the deer. At that time, all of them spitting water.
This gave me goosebumps.
Oh, Wolf. I dreamt of him last night. Well, I dreamt of you & him. Strange dream, very strange.
Oh, don't have the time right now to comment further on your entry. But - as usual - I enjoyed reading, looking, sensing and feeling.
Thank you for your wonderful gift to write such beautiful things!
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And secondly... oh. Okay, uhm... The thing about Herrenchiemsee was, the whole time we were there, especially that place with the springs and statues, I knew that place, and I kept asking grannie whether we'd been there before, because I was SURE I knew the place. So so so so sure, but she couldn't 'remember'. I mean, she keeps track of all the vacations in her diary, right, and she told me that we hadn't been there before, apparently I mixed it up with some other castles we'd been (or Starnberg and the Falkenschloss etc), but that couldn't shake my feeling of familiarity with the place. Even when we were just about to arrive there in the carriage, it felt totally natural to me that I'd already been there as a child, so it came as a huge surprise when she told me they'd never been there with me. And I'm very sure the only castle we ever went to during school time was Neuschwanstein, but that was already back in 12th grade or so. Maybe I saw your pictures... I mean, I surely saw your pictures. They must have burnt themselves into my memory... but it seemed more like that. I mean, I don't usually get such a feeling of familiarity just from pictures... ugh.
Oh, tell me of the dream. Very interesting, for I had one myself just recently, also with him in it, and it also was strange. Tell me~?
Haha, it was just a regular entry, nothing special... can't really do anything about my gifts either, didn't choose them haha. Or so I thinkkkk.
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You see, so I read the notice on the baking paper for the first time in my life, hehe ... maybe one should put more attention to such stuff.
I know that we never visited Herrenchiemsee since you were born. Hnn, probably the pictures were burnt into your memory, that's a logical explanation. But we both know that some things go beyond logic, ne?
I don't know if you ever showed me a picture of Wolf, or if my brain just produced one out of your stories about him. It's strange enough that I knew that the man in my dream was him, and it's strange, too, that I dreamed of you - as you are in person. Most of the time people do not look real - and if they do, then it's a nightmare.
Like most of the time, I can't remember details from this dream, but just the situation as it was - like single pictures.
You seemed to have had a relationship with him, and you broke up with him - and you looked very happy about this. You beamed sort of supremacy over him, that's why you finished the relationship - you couldn't stand his dependency and even submissiveness any longer, you wanted to be free again. As you told me so, I really felt totally strange, because 1st I never knew before that you had a relationship with him and 2nd I almost was scared by your "presence", giving me a feeling of being sort of "tiny" and not-important-at-all. You know what I mean?
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