She sent her kids to the North Pole, honey

[sovay]

I have had nothing but nightmares for nights on end when sleeping, but last night I dreamed of researching the Franklin expedition in a library which was itself partly open to the sky and melting. I was brushing snow off a book of daguerreotypes. Its binding had cracked in the cold, fibers of ice like heartwood in the paper strings. The faces looked more like Brocken spectres than photography. I suspect it was nothing more than a late-breaking literalization of last week's article about HMS Erebus, but I suppose I could take it as an excuse to rewatch The Terror (2018). Otherwise I am feeling very tired and very blank and very pointless. I have another doctor's appointment tomorrow.

Comments

[radiantfracture]

Your dreams are so extraordinary.

library which was itself partly open to the sky and melting

That just feels true.

I hope the appointment yields much of use.

[nineweaving]

That's a wonderfully strange dream.

Nine

[minoanmiss]

You are definitely not pointless. Good luck with your appoitnment.

[aurumcalendula]

*hugs*

[gwynnega]

That dream is like a prose poem.

[greenwoodside]

I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew

[asakiyume]

Now I'm imagining a library made of snow, and all the books are made of ice. Kay and the Snow Queen would read in it.