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My articulation of recent self-exploratory (no, not that kind...) endeavours and revelations has been back-burnered yet again because of having a large muddle of theatre stuff in the way of getting decent online time -- I'm not going to complain about the lovely Litharriel's visit getting in the way of my online time because, well...um, I'm just going to leave that sentence unfinished. Besides, we do have posts from way back when (no, not that far back...) on how we *cough* first met....out of your dreams and into those naughty Victorians and their vegetational symbolism....>:)
Anyhow, grrr. So I won't be back online till late Sunday night due to having three more performances to handle and endure without the moral support and criminal partnership of my beloved bride, but I really do need to try to write down the dream I had while napping after dinner, as it was rather...hmm, adventurous and transparent?
So. I'm over at my mother's twin sister's old house, and there's a somewhat nebbishy-looking accountant-type guy sitting at the diningroom table with a laptop, and I've been told he's working on a movie script for an upcoming big-name sort of film (no naming names here, but it's right in my line of interest).
>:)
Insert 'classic attention-getting behaviour' in the other room, proving that Aurey really has watched too many Errol Flynn swashbucklers. Well, actually, you see, there's this really big medieval black-iron chandelier, and I'm swinging around on it by one hand holding a sword in the other, and pointedly shouting "Gandalf!! Noooooooooo!!!"
(Don't ask....I think there was something about Gollum earlier as well, but it's a tad vague...)
Anyhow, I swing around the room and let go to leap onto a long table with people standing on it, and land precariously (impossibly, actually) at an angle barely holding on by my feet but then stand up easily and say wittily, "I brought my sword."
(Actually, that bit does start to make sense now...:-?....and no I was not 'just happy to see them'.../:)...)
And then there was also a bit in a room with some kids I didn't know from anywhere, but we were all drinking various beverages of some type and I proposed a toast to summer vacation. I know, I know, it's bloody November, but it wasn't November in the dream....I was just being friendly, okay? I have no idea how they got there. Little anklebiters run all over my mental landscapes...*growls*
Actually, though, this reminds me of a dream that I had recently as well regarding having a school in the house (again), and doing some saving of kids from repressive physical-&/or-mental circumstances to come study here....I was due to teach history, and there were two very basic points I was going to make to my students starting out the course....one was "Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it" and the other one was that (as I'm really getting quite a refresher on lately) "History is written by the conquerors."
(No, no, I didn't get into "Might makes Right", okay?....sheesh....honestly, I haven't even got a hinkypunk in my bedroom.../:)...)
Bit of a mishmash here, I know, but I really have been having a damn hard time getting back into the habit of posting anything personal, as things have gotten so densely personal and revelatory with me lately. So, a little thinly-veiled mental materia is something to start with, so long as it doesn't leave me stuck as a black poodle (...).
I'll get to belatedly addressing my 'edifice complex' shortly in AlchemyGold, I suppose...
And a happy Thanksgiving to all, btw--it certainly is good to have quite a few things to be thankful for this year. I'd get into enumerating them all but then, that's a bit personal...swinging on a chandelier with a naked sword, on the other hand, that's completely normal.
Anyhow, grrr. So I won't be back online till late Sunday night due to having three more performances to handle and endure without the moral support and criminal partnership of my beloved bride, but I really do need to try to write down the dream I had while napping after dinner, as it was rather...hmm, adventurous and transparent?
So. I'm over at my mother's twin sister's old house, and there's a somewhat nebbishy-looking accountant-type guy sitting at the diningroom table with a laptop, and I've been told he's working on a movie script for an upcoming big-name sort of film (no naming names here, but it's right in my line of interest).
>:)
Insert 'classic attention-getting behaviour' in the other room, proving that Aurey really has watched too many Errol Flynn swashbucklers. Well, actually, you see, there's this really big medieval black-iron chandelier, and I'm swinging around on it by one hand holding a sword in the other, and pointedly shouting "Gandalf!! Noooooooooo!!!"
(Don't ask....I think there was something about Gollum earlier as well, but it's a tad vague...)
Anyhow, I swing around the room and let go to leap onto a long table with people standing on it, and land precariously (impossibly, actually) at an angle barely holding on by my feet but then stand up easily and say wittily, "I brought my sword."
(Actually, that bit does start to make sense now...:-?....and no I was not 'just happy to see them'.../:)...)
And then there was also a bit in a room with some kids I didn't know from anywhere, but we were all drinking various beverages of some type and I proposed a toast to summer vacation. I know, I know, it's bloody November, but it wasn't November in the dream....I was just being friendly, okay? I have no idea how they got there. Little anklebiters run all over my mental landscapes...*growls*
Actually, though, this reminds me of a dream that I had recently as well regarding having a school in the house (again), and doing some saving of kids from repressive physical-&/or-mental circumstances to come study here....I was due to teach history, and there were two very basic points I was going to make to my students starting out the course....one was "Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it" and the other one was that (as I'm really getting quite a refresher on lately) "History is written by the conquerors."
(No, no, I didn't get into "Might makes Right", okay?....sheesh....honestly, I haven't even got a hinkypunk in my bedroom.../:)...)
Bit of a mishmash here, I know, but I really have been having a damn hard time getting back into the habit of posting anything personal, as things have gotten so densely personal and revelatory with me lately. So, a little thinly-veiled mental materia is something to start with, so long as it doesn't leave me stuck as a black poodle (...).
I'll get to belatedly addressing my 'edifice complex' shortly in AlchemyGold, I suppose...
And a happy Thanksgiving to all, btw--it certainly is good to have quite a few things to be thankful for this year. I'd get into enumerating them all but then, that's a bit personal...swinging on a chandelier with a naked sword, on the other hand, that's completely normal.