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I rarely talk about dreams, because they're usually not interesting to anyone except myself. However, last night I dreamed I was getting married to...someone that reads this Livejournal! (No, Nick Mamatas, it wasn't you!) I probably had the entire dream within the space of ten minutes, but in dreamtime, it was like fucking forever - and a complete nightmare. There was some extended, complex sequence involving catering and food that had me weeping like a child, and my sister showed up in some kind of nightmare glittery disco queen outfit that totally clashed with my wedding dress, not to mention the fact that she looked about a billion times more awesome than I did; and there were hijinx involving hotel reservations, and so we all ended up at some labyrinthine monstrosity of a building where the toilets kept following me down the hallways and the elevators took me to basements filled with staircases going nowhere except lower into the earth. All this while I was dressed in this big-ass princess-style wedding dress and flowing veil, mind you - I can't tell you how hard it is to run from evil sentient toilets when you're wearing a hundred pounds of cheap tulle and lace. The groom was totally cool about everything, though, and kept me from committing numerous dream-murders against the rest of the party. Although, I noticed he disappeared when I was trying to pack everything up after the ceremony. All my clothes wouldn't fit in the luggage: I woke up SCREAMING!

Oh, and there was something involving my old orange cat Sandy fighting a blubberous Jello dessert with cream cheese and pistachios, but it's simply too horrific to fully recount. Suffice to say, the dream just confirmed my intent to never get married, and live a sin-filled, Jello-free life instead.

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.


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