Was it bright like God or ace-black spades?

[sovay]

I dreamed of a challah full of blood. Not as in blood libel; I tore off a piece to eat and the blood welled out of it as though it were live and bleeding. It was a profoundly upsetting image and the last thing I remembered before waking, which I did not appreciate. I think before then I was dreaming of some long-running popular series with a love triangle between two men and one woman that suddenly resolved with the introduction of a female love interest who wiped the field with both men by simply showing up, at which point I became interested in watching the thing, which in the way of dreams seemed to exist somewhere between webcomics and TV, and was feeling daunted by the decades of back catalogue.

I like both of these poems by Joshua Sassoon Orol: "Hatshepsut's Beard" and "Aleph Pattern."

Courtesy of legionseagle: the real Sally Bowles, who I did not realize was either a reporter and political activist or the mother of a writer I like. "You want to talk to my mother about sex? She wants to talk to you about politics."

Last night's birthday observed for choco_frosh was small but really nice, including pumpkin cake and discussions of the Burgess Shale, modern virology, and the one-man dumpster fire AU that is Aaron Burr. I am preparing to leave the house for apple-picking. I have not gone in decades. I'm looking forward.

Comments

[legionseagle]

The teeth-gritting came with lines like this:

Unlike Sally, whose German “was not merely incorrect; it was all her own”, Ross used her fluency to assist German and Austrian directors who’d fled the Third Reich – among them Austrian director Berthold Viertel, whom she assisted making 1934’s Little Friend – and got her old pal Isherwood a job as its screen-writer.

Which is presumably the experience out of which he also got the novel Prater Violet. She made the bugger's career, and look what he did in return.

[callunav]

That is a truly disturbing image, and I can imagine it casting a red shadow over the start of the day. I hope things got better from there.

[umadoshi]

I hope the apple-picking venture was lovely!

[moon_custafer]

The dream sounds awful, the discussion sounds great.

[gwynnega]

Ugh, what a terrible dream!

[sovay]

She made the bugger's career, and look what he did in return.

It was very unimpressing in terms of Isherwood, yes.

[sovay]

I hope things got better from there.

Thank you! They did, fortunately. It was just the kind of dream you wake up wanting to wipe off.

[sovay]

I hope the apple-picking venture was lovely!

It was great! There were so many kinds of apple I didn't know.

(That is a good icon.)

[sovay]

The dream sounds awful, the discussion sounds great.

The discussion was great. Also there was consensus that Paleozoic Pals really needs to produce a plush Anomalocaris. They got close this year with their Kickstarter stretch goal of Peytoia, but it's just not as Lovecraftian.

[sovay]

Ugh, what a terrible dream!

I did not enjoy it!

[vass]

I tore off a piece to eat and the blood welled out of it as though it were live and bleeding. It was a profoundly upsetting image and the last thing I remembered before waking, which I did not appreciate.

No, that seems like a dream intended for someone of another religion entirely.

[sovay]

No, that seems like a dream intended for someone of another religion entirely.

It felt more like a portent of pogroms than a danger of transubstantiation.

[vass]

*shudder*

[sovay]

*shudder*

It was not a good dream!

[legionseagle]

To be perfectly honest, about the only nice thing I know about Isherwood is that he walked a friend's aunt home from a dance and, when he discovered she had forgotten her key, sportingly broke in through the scullery window so as to help her back in, and then nearly got arrested when he was climbing out again.

[oracne]

That is a very disturbing dream image. Dreams brains are weird.

[sovay]

That is a very disturbing dream image. Dreams brains are weird.

I deal sometimes with disturbing dreams by turning them into poems, but I don't want to work with this one.