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I've been having very strange dreams lately. Not bad ones, just... weirdly vivid ones that leave me with an unbelievable warm and fuzzy feeling.
The night before last I dreamed my original fiction got published and somehow ended up getting read by Neil Gaiman, and he liked it. (Of course, the setting of the dream was very strange -- like castle ruins or an old abbey or something -- and I don't remember much of it other than the fact that he made a point to tell me he enjoyed it. (And everstar3 and mephistophela were there, and there was a lot of gleeful squee'ing.)
Last night I dreamt about my grandmother. For those of you who don't know, my grandmother passed away in 1994. We were always very close, and even now my grandfather tells me that some of the things I do remind him of her (sometimes he'll roll his eyes at me and call me "Eleanor" in his own little teasing way). Of all the grandkids, I resemble her the most -- in appearance and temperament (though she always used to tell me I was too quick to anger and that I needed to learn to be more diplomatic). Ever since her death, it seems like whenever I dream about her, it's always with a phone call. I never see her, but I always hear from her. Last night it was the same case -- a phone call.
I dreamt she came back (not so much "came back from the dead," but "came back from a long journey"), and the whole family was crowding in to say hi, but I didn't go because I didn't want to crowd or overwhelm her. So I called her and asked her if she wanted me to come by, and she told me that everyone else had worn her out, but she'd love it if I went to visit her the following day. And I was a little disappointed, but then she said "I love you" in Italian, and ... for some reason that made it all better. (The really weird thing about this is that my grandmother wasn't Italian -- she was English, and I'm almost certain she didn't speak a word of Italian aside from what swear words she picked up from my grandfather, and even then my grandma was a woman who Did Not Swear.) And I woke up with this wonderful feeling of happiness and anticipation, until I remembered that, no, I wasn't going to see her tomorrow. So today I'm in a bit of a weird mood, feeling warm and fuzzy and loved, but at the same time I feel like I'm on the verge of tears.
The night before last I dreamed my original fiction got published and somehow ended up getting read by Neil Gaiman, and he liked it. (Of course, the setting of the dream was very strange -- like castle ruins or an old abbey or something -- and I don't remember much of it other than the fact that he made a point to tell me he enjoyed it. (And everstar3 and mephistophela were there, and there was a lot of gleeful squee'ing.)
Last night I dreamt about my grandmother. For those of you who don't know, my grandmother passed away in 1994. We were always very close, and even now my grandfather tells me that some of the things I do remind him of her (sometimes he'll roll his eyes at me and call me "Eleanor" in his own little teasing way). Of all the grandkids, I resemble her the most -- in appearance and temperament (though she always used to tell me I was too quick to anger and that I needed to learn to be more diplomatic). Ever since her death, it seems like whenever I dream about her, it's always with a phone call. I never see her, but I always hear from her. Last night it was the same case -- a phone call.
I dreamt she came back (not so much "came back from the dead," but "came back from a long journey"), and the whole family was crowding in to say hi, but I didn't go because I didn't want to crowd or overwhelm her. So I called her and asked her if she wanted me to come by, and she told me that everyone else had worn her out, but she'd love it if I went to visit her the following day. And I was a little disappointed, but then she said "I love you" in Italian, and ... for some reason that made it all better. (The really weird thing about this is that my grandmother wasn't Italian -- she was English, and I'm almost certain she didn't speak a word of Italian aside from what swear words she picked up from my grandfather, and even then my grandma was a woman who Did Not Swear.) And I woke up with this wonderful feeling of happiness and anticipation, until I remembered that, no, I wasn't going to see her tomorrow. So today I'm in a bit of a weird mood, feeling warm and fuzzy and loved, but at the same time I feel like I'm on the verge of tears.