You turned up in a dream I had last night. We met by chance and spent a while ambling round a weird version of london occasionally saying things like 'that tree with the seed pods is called a Drowning Tree - when it rains the leaves release a sap to protect them - but it's poisonous - so when the sun comes out and dries the leaves off the poison evaporates with the rainwater and becomes a toxic gas. There was a tropical island where it was used as a means of execution right up until the nineteenth century...' or discussing how best to be a pirate on the Thames and things like that. It was odd, and kinda cool, but then the London we were in was a sort of modern-victorian-cannibalistic-aliceinwonderland with added prehistoric insects the size of cats and some shambly disease in the slum quarters, so it wasn't really surprising...
Your neurons definitely need to get some better dreams. Oh, you're welcome to turn up for random conversations anytime. If you can find your way back to the weird-london you should certainly explore, it was full of the kind of random I think you'd like. Also the shambly disease wasn't actual shambliness, I think it was some sort of not-quite leprosy that made one go all jaundiced and wrong. (But since I think you had to pretty much go up and lick someone who was infected the chances of catching it weren't very high.)
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We met by chance and spent a while ambling round a weird version of london occasionally saying things like 'that tree with the seed pods is called a Drowning Tree - when it rains the leaves release a sap to protect them - but it's poisonous - so when the sun comes out and dries the leaves off the poison evaporates with the rainwater and becomes a toxic gas. There was a tropical island where it was used as a means of execution right up until the nineteenth century...' or discussing how best to be a pirate on the Thames and things like that.
It was odd, and kinda cool, but then the London we were in was a sort of modern-victorian-cannibalistic-aliceinwonderland with added prehistoric insects the size of cats and some shambly disease in the slum quarters, so it wasn't really surprising...
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I don't recall what my dreams were, but I remember they weren't nice.
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Oh, you're welcome to turn up for random conversations anytime. If you can find your way back to the weird-london you should certainly explore, it was full of the kind of random I think you'd like. Also the shambly disease wasn't actual shambliness, I think it was some sort of not-quite leprosy that made one go all jaundiced and wrong. (But since I think you had to pretty much go up and lick someone who was infected the chances of catching it weren't very high.)
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