Brief VM update, but mostly Dreams!
I've really got a cold. Dangit. Crashed about 9:30 last night, up at 8, could do with a nap already. Well, could be lots worse. Tea and toast for me today.
There's some high quality porn going on my comments section! *beams* I feel all warm and fuzzy about it. Go! Request! Write! Read! Play!
Dreams.
So last night I had intense dreams. They were even *meta* dreams. I dreamed there was a red bird, like an anime bird, flat colored and very abstract, outlined with black marker, flitting around, leading me to my new home. Lisa (crazy neighbor Lisa) was there, hands on her hips, talking to me about the dream-bird and what it meant. There's a house out there, waiting for me. Big, heavy beams inside. Brush and bush around the edge. Look in Missouri, not so much Kansas. Lisa looked at the tall ceilings and shook her head. Have someone come in and clean it for you, before you move in. No need to do the heavy stuff youself. Her ex-husband Tom was there, helping me move, he had a kid now, a sunny faced toddler in diapers toddling around, and he said he hadn't expected it to be a good time for kids, but it happened and it was the best it could be. There was sunlight, bright summer sun, on his truck as he helped me move. There were high windows and the sunlight shining through a light hazy of dust you get with tall window buildings right after you clean. There was one of those metal pipe handrails on the front cement stoop.
Sunny smell of soap. Lisa shook her head again, hands in fists on her hips, one leg cocked, faint paint smears on her leg, wearing her overalls. "Better get ready. It's waiting for you."
Well. It ain't subtext when it's text, eh?
Ideas about its meaning, or advice on same, are very welcome.
There's some high quality porn going on my comments section! *beams* I feel all warm and fuzzy about it. Go! Request! Write! Read! Play!
Dreams.
So last night I had intense dreams. They were even *meta* dreams. I dreamed there was a red bird, like an anime bird, flat colored and very abstract, outlined with black marker, flitting around, leading me to my new home. Lisa (crazy neighbor Lisa) was there, hands on her hips, talking to me about the dream-bird and what it meant. There's a house out there, waiting for me. Big, heavy beams inside. Brush and bush around the edge. Look in Missouri, not so much Kansas. Lisa looked at the tall ceilings and shook her head. Have someone come in and clean it for you, before you move in. No need to do the heavy stuff youself. Her ex-husband Tom was there, helping me move, he had a kid now, a sunny faced toddler in diapers toddling around, and he said he hadn't expected it to be a good time for kids, but it happened and it was the best it could be. There was sunlight, bright summer sun, on his truck as he helped me move. There were high windows and the sunlight shining through a light hazy of dust you get with tall window buildings right after you clean. There was one of those metal pipe handrails on the front cement stoop.
Sunny smell of soap. Lisa shook her head again, hands in fists on her hips, one leg cocked, faint paint smears on her leg, wearing her overalls. "Better get ready. It's waiting for you."
Well. It ain't subtext when it's text, eh?
Ideas about its meaning, or advice on same, are very welcome.