You know that thing that happens a lot in episodic television where the protagonist is attempting to grapple with some problem-of-the-week and she/he has a dream about it? Like however many writers around a big table somewhere decided to grab an early lunch and have Brisco County Jr. dream about his impotence problem, rather than getting his feelings across to the audience in some less obvious, more creative way? And then Brisco wakes up in a hayloft somewhere and sits up the second he regains consciousness and is probably slightly sweaty or at least goggle-eyed and says something like "oh man..." and you know he's REALLY gotta figure this one out by the end of the 40 min or it'll be a two-parter, because the guy can't sleep at night and we know exactly why, kind of thing?
I just had one of those dreams! And it was way too realistic and believable for me to handle. So if you came back from a commercial break you might think it was really happening until I sat up in bed. Except I didn't sit up in bed because that's actually really hard when you've just woken up. Try it. Instead I just lay there and blinked for a while, all wounded. Because I get wounded like that about stupid shit from forever ago that maybe I just heard about the other day and why should I care? Why should I care AT ALL? NO REASON. I don't even have justifiable cause to be upset.
The only reason I care about stupid shit from forever ago, (to clarify), is because I have bad little voices in my head that compare me to other people. Where my smart bits of brain go "it's okay, those other people have their own problems", my dumb-shit bits say "shut up, you are stupid and pathetic by contrast! go dream about it!" And so.
You don't get to hear what the dream was because I'm not into making myself 100% ridiculous and vulnerable via Blogger.
Via other routes, YES.
Anyway. Jacob is here. Marian's birthday was yesterday. Sachi is in Russia. The world is very large and disturbing. Friends are good.
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That Sachi was in Canada one day and in Russia the next blows my mind the same way Judah's mind is blown when he looks down and sees that his hand has GROWN INTO A DIFFERENT SHAPE and is suddenly much larger.
Those are anxiety dreams. And I have them. Often. They take up all of your mind space for the entire day afterwards. I've nudged ciaran awake at 4am before and tried desperately to describe them but they are undescribable. You cannot convey the ANXIETY and the IMPRESSIONS. I liken it to all of the sudden waking up and being unable to conjure half of your vocabulary.
something, something like that? Maybe?
undescribe? indescribe. oh my.
Claire, you are fancy, and I hope the dream involved you TILIS* and perhaps, I dunno, kicking someone in the neck? Because if you were a ninja, you'd be the fanciest ninja there was.
*Telling it like it is.
Kimiko - Judah is an involuntary shape-shifter for reals.
Kim - Yes. YES.
Sachi - I thank you for this image of kicking someone in the neck. It pleases me.
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