bizarre, but nice, dreamy mirrors
I have finished reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. (I know, it took me long enough, right? But I like to save up the passages of books like that to read on special occasions.) I feel like a bit of a wreck, today, but I suspect it has more to do with having stayed up until eight in the morning than it has to do with.. with how much the book shocked me. And it did, but with very nice storytelling as usual.. so, its ok. I'm saddened; and both scared and excited to see what the next installment will bring.
Before I woke up at two in the afternoon, I dreamt that I visited a football stadium with Scott, with several dark, vacant, popcorn bucket and kernel and soft drink covered seats. The stadium was a covered dome, and, since, of course, I wasn't really focused on the game, the center of it seems kind of indistinct to me. We sat down for a bit, but mostly we walked about, glancing at the few, scattered, bizarre fans. He confided in me that he was going broke, and I told him he could move in with Sarah, Angelique, and I since the rent would be so cheap.. which, sounded like a very good idea to him.. he really didn't have much of a choice, though, because, as I said, he was running out of money. I woke up, determined to ask my room-mates if Scott could move in.
On the night before this, I dreamt of a bizarre labyrinthine playground, one part of with had a jumble of oddly kinked tube slides and bridges over sand that appeared peach-like, or pink, in the scarce light of the ceiling covering it. From the top of one of the slides, a marionette head fell. It's face had the familiar caricature-like doll features, bulbous cheeks, a strained smile, and so on, but it only had two empty sockets where the eyes should have been, revealing a hollow head. It fell into the sand at the bottom of the slides and bridges, and sand poured in through one of these eye hollows.
I wish I could remember where the dim passage at the foot of this room led.
Um.. well.. anyway, it seems my dreams are beginning to mirror my imagination, which is beginning to mirror life. The marionette head thing sounds like some character I would write into my book, or a piece of an exhibit from my recent trip to the house on the rock. I think the football stadium has more to do with having read J. K. Rowling, and her depictions of quidditch obsessed friends. I see the strong bonds of friendship I am forming with my current group as being mirrored in Harry, Ron, and Hermione's intense friendship, although, of course, not exactly.. none of us are any of those three.. but, we are held together, delicately stapled and laced with dialogues and emotions and events and.. and most importantly, our hearts just like being next to each other.
I am grateful and ..giddy, to have such a powerful mirror as imagination, and am even more giddy to have friends to stand in front of that mirror with, and pet stick on earrings onto it, and share giddy smiles and glowing heartfelt barrettes of words and waving and crumply fork stirring playing petting of each other's hair, because.. because it is like being in a dream.
Before I woke up at two in the afternoon, I dreamt that I visited a football stadium with Scott, with several dark, vacant, popcorn bucket and kernel and soft drink covered seats. The stadium was a covered dome, and, since, of course, I wasn't really focused on the game, the center of it seems kind of indistinct to me. We sat down for a bit, but mostly we walked about, glancing at the few, scattered, bizarre fans. He confided in me that he was going broke, and I told him he could move in with Sarah, Angelique, and I since the rent would be so cheap.. which, sounded like a very good idea to him.. he really didn't have much of a choice, though, because, as I said, he was running out of money. I woke up, determined to ask my room-mates if Scott could move in.
On the night before this, I dreamt of a bizarre labyrinthine playground, one part of with had a jumble of oddly kinked tube slides and bridges over sand that appeared peach-like, or pink, in the scarce light of the ceiling covering it. From the top of one of the slides, a marionette head fell. It's face had the familiar caricature-like doll features, bulbous cheeks, a strained smile, and so on, but it only had two empty sockets where the eyes should have been, revealing a hollow head. It fell into the sand at the bottom of the slides and bridges, and sand poured in through one of these eye hollows.
I wish I could remember where the dim passage at the foot of this room led.
Um.. well.. anyway, it seems my dreams are beginning to mirror my imagination, which is beginning to mirror life. The marionette head thing sounds like some character I would write into my book, or a piece of an exhibit from my recent trip to the house on the rock. I think the football stadium has more to do with having read J. K. Rowling, and her depictions of quidditch obsessed friends. I see the strong bonds of friendship I am forming with my current group as being mirrored in Harry, Ron, and Hermione's intense friendship, although, of course, not exactly.. none of us are any of those three.. but, we are held together, delicately stapled and laced with dialogues and emotions and events and.. and most importantly, our hearts just like being next to each other.
I am grateful and ..giddy, to have such a powerful mirror as imagination, and am even more giddy to have friends to stand in front of that mirror with, and pet stick on earrings onto it, and share giddy smiles and glowing heartfelt barrettes of words and waving and crumply fork stirring playing petting of each other's hair, because.. because it is like being in a dream.