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Soon came a day when the bottle was broken
I have just walked home from Brattle Street. This is the second car accident I've been in in less than a week. The first was a friend's car and an off-duty cop's, this latest was the bus to Arlington Heights and an overeager SUV, and in neither case was I driving—fortunately, neither was anyone injured, although my neck may sue me for damages if I keep this up. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muchabstracted recently informed me that the prophet Elijah is one of the patron saints of motorists. Frankly, I feel like their Jonah.
Last night I dreamed for the first time in almost a month that I can remember. I was Death, in a candlelit synagogue, with a dark robe and a sword. I don't remember who I had come for. I think there was a wedding taking place.
As I walked back around the Arlington Res, I passed three teenagers and a black dog on a leash. The dog had just been barking enthusiastically after a jogger, such that its owner had to keep it from dashing after her. I walked past and suddenly it whined and cowered back against the boy. I've never had that reaction from a dog before.
If I were writing a story, I would make something of this. Instead, I think I'm going to call the number the bus driver gave me. And then maybe collapse.
muchabstracted recently informed me that the prophet Elijah is one of the patron saints of motorists. Frankly, I feel like their Jonah.Last night I dreamed for the first time in almost a month that I can remember. I was Death, in a candlelit synagogue, with a dark robe and a sword. I don't remember who I had come for. I think there was a wedding taking place.
As I walked back around the Arlington Res, I passed three teenagers and a black dog on a leash. The dog had just been barking enthusiastically after a jogger, such that its owner had to keep it from dashing after her. I walked past and suddenly it whined and cowered back against the boy. I've never had that reaction from a dog before.
If I were writing a story, I would make something of this. Instead, I think I'm going to call the number the bus driver gave me. And then maybe collapse.
Theda uses her psychic powers to make you feel better...
But I hope you're feeling okay, and stay away from the road for a while, if you can, huh?
I was Death, in a candlelit synagogue, with a dark robe and a sword. I don't remember who I had come for. I think there was a wedding taking place.
I wonder, could there be another reason why Death would be going someplace? And if so, what might that reason be.
And though I don't dig Sting all *that* much...
This is apropos to absolutely nothing, but it does strike me. But then, it's been a strikey sort of day.
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Hee. That is an awesome icon. Thank you.
But I hope you're feeling okay, and stay away from the road for a while, if you can, huh?
Seriously . . .
I wonder, could there be another reason why Death would be going someplace?
It struck me that although I know this was not the reason in the dream, there are various folktales in which Death is godfather or godmother to the young hero, and I don't find it inconceivable that a respectful godchild would invite their godparent—however scary—to the wedding. I just don't know if there are any folktales of this type in which the hero survives long enough to get married.
and then started wondering why they chose it to be the first single, when "Soul Cages" was definitely the better, scarier and cooler song.
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I seem to remember one Grimm tale "Godfather Death," I think, but I haven't read it in long enough to remember any of it (I'll take a look).
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That's good to hear.
although my neck may sue me for damages if I keep this up.
That's sad. Relationships with your body parts ought to be built on trust and understanding. Sounds to me like she's just trying to bilk you.
As I walked back around the Arlington Res, I passed three teenagers and a black dog on a leash.
Was that part of the dream? It sounds a little David Lynch-ian.
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That was for real. The Arlington Reservoir is on the way home by the route I was walking. It's been a weird day.
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(...sometimes, my languages mix. Just a bit.)
Glad you're okay, tho.
--R
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Jawohl!
Glad you're okay, tho.
Me too. The bus driver was awesome; the first thing he asked was if everyone was all right, and then as we each got off the bus, he asked again, just in case maybe we'd been too stunned to answer properly the first time around. And it was not his fault that a crazy SUV owner tried to cut across traffic to make a turn that the laws of physics (two objects cannot occupy the same space simultaneously) did not allow.
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I am unhurt—buses are rather more durable than SUVs and the seats luckily have these fantastic handholds on the back. But the answer is definitely yes!
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Thank you! I think I have satisfied my yearly collision quota, if nobody objects . . .
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Gladly accepted!
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How does that math work out?
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Nine
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So far, so good. But I wouldn't drive anywhere with me for a few days.
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ABOUT A HERMAPHRODITE.
TELL ME ALL YOU KNOW, STRUMPET.
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Ilario: The Lion's Eye. It came out in the UK late last year; in this country it is not quite out yet. I have some arguments with its plot that I didn't with Ash, but it's very much worth reading. There is also the novella "The Logistics of Carthage" in her recent collection Cartomancy, which distressingly shows no signs of publication on this side of the Atlantic in the near future.
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Sorry to hear, but glad you're okay, or at least mostly so. I hope your neck is all right.
The dream sounds fascinating. And the bit with the dog, well, hopefully it's nothing non-mundane.
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Only if it keeps up, I'll start to worry . . .
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Hmm... I wonder if the colour of the dog makes a difference. I remember plenty of folklore about the meaning of black dogs, but none about black dogs' reactions to individuals.
Well... your "voice" feels all right to me, and I'm fairly doglike, FWIW. Not that it's much, I know. ;-)
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Also, you weren't in the car with me during my accident on Saturday, so you couldn't be Jonah.
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I'd still vote for the retrograde.
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It's time to harvest strawberries.
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(My perpetual whining is due substantially to a car accident fourteen years ago.)
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Thanks. I have a massive crick in my neck this morning, but I think that's more a function of how I slept than any automotive malice.
(My perpetual whining is due substantially to a car accident fourteen years ago.)
Ergh. What happened?
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It did make the afternoon memorable . . .
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Call the insurance of the at-fault driver, make a claim. Even if you don't need it now, you might in the future. First come-first served on that stuff.
I was Death, in a candlelit synagogue...I think there was a wedding taking place.
Hmm. I know I felt like the grim reaper was looming at my wedding, so maybe this isn't so unusual.
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His car turns into a wolf?
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That would completely suit the kind of stories we've been talking about recently . . .