Out through the field and the woods and over the wall I have wended

[sovay]

I dreamed last night that I was calling waves against a sea-wall and a little jetty; three of them, each greater than the last. The water sloped up green and by the last wave, the old mortar in the stones was shifting. There was a salt marsh where the water flooded in. I do not remember why I was doing this, but I know there was someone else in the sea. There always is.

Last night I went with a reasonable conglomerate of people to see A Midsummer Night's Dream on Boston Common. We were far enough from the stage that what we could see was mostly the weather-balloon moon and the costumes, handily bright white for the Athenians, neon day-glo for the fairies, but their voices were good, even if the recurring presence of drum machines and synthesizers occasionally made my eyes cross. ("It's the Glam-Bam." —weirdquark) The rude mechanicals were awesome. This was not quite the best death scene of any Pyramus I've seen—that was two years ago at Long Wharf Theater—but the mime of drop-kicking his spleen made it a close second. There were blankets, tangelos, blueberries, milk tea: and no mosquitos. This always improves outdoor theater.

Today, I help my father put in a ceiling in the summer kitchen. Naturally, it's ninety degrees.

Comments

[kraada.livejournal.com]

Today, I help my father put in a ceiling in the summer kitchen. Naturally, it's ninety degrees.

Yes, well, you do generally want the ceiling perpendicular to the wall. Some places like the vaulted ceiling but I can't really see it working in your kitchen . . .

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Interesting dream. Lime mortar or portland? Sounds like lime, but I'm sure the waves were most eager to do your bidding, so.

Midsummer Night's Dream sounds like fun, although it's a pity you weren't closer, to the sound of it. And hurrah for no mosquitos.

Roxanne O'Connell once said that she married her husband Robbie (one of the innumerable Clancy nephews, author of, amongst many other songs, "How Does Denis Do It?" (in honour of Denis Thatcher).) on account of him being such a mosquito magnet that she only has to stay near him in order to be unbitten. Which seems a little cruel, but very practical. ;-)

Putting in ceilings is always interesting. I hope it went smoothly. Do you have a summer kitchen separated from the house, then, as in old Southern houses?

[fleurdelis28.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a great dream, as far as compelling images go. I'm almost tempted to use it for something myself...

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

I dreamed last night that I was calling waves against a sea-wall and a little jetty;

Sort of reminds me of a cross between Bjork's "Violently Happy" and the Disney "Sorcerer's Apprentice" short. I find there's a very accessible underlying emotion in your dream.

Today, I help my father put in a ceiling in the summer kitchen. Naturally, it's ninety degrees.

It's hotter there than here? That's just wrong.