sovay | Doch an den Fensterscheiben, wer malte die Blätter da?

Last night produced a particularly useless nightmare: being asked to see a pair of films with some (nonexistent; I seem to be back to that point in my dream-cycle) friends, but both of them were either directly about or referenced the case of a (similarly nonexistent, or at least so I assume) mass murderer in Boston who had poisoned children and then packed their bodies together so tightly that the bones started to crush into one another; there was a shot from one film that had been appearing in all the trailers, a constellation of phosphorous glowing beautifully in the dark until you realized that it was a mass of skeletons, not stars. This was really not what I wanted to dream about. And it hasn't sparked any sonnets or short stories, either.

seajules has given me a prompt for "early fireworks," however, so I owe her something with fourteen lines before Friday.

My father and I cooked dinner tonight, mostly extrapolating from a Gourmet recipe for pork chops grilled with adobo—a Mexican spice paste made with paprika, oregano, cumin, chile de árbol, lime zest, garlic, and black pepper—and guacamole with tomatillos. They came out spectacularly well, meaning that there are not even leftovers. I was a lot more cheerful after that.

From a fortune cookie my mother opened tonight: "Tomorrow morning, take a left turn as soon as you leave home." This is the most concrete advice anyone in my family has ever seen from a fortune cookie, barring the one in Colorado that read, "You will be hungry soon. Order takeout now." Should we be worried?

Threaded | Flat

That is an astounding dream. Even for you.

I'm glad you were cheered by the cookery.

Nine

The dream sounds quite horrifying; that said, I love reading your dreams. They remind me of my own -- well, no. That doesn't sound quite right. Lemme try again: They remind me of the way I dream, and I'm an avid listener to of other people's dreams.

And ... I have to give snaps to whoever wrote that second fortune cookie. Sense of humor coupled with ruthless commercialism? Excellent.

From a fortune cookie my mother opened tonight: "Tomorrow morning, take a left turn as soon as you leave home." This is the most concrete advice anyone in my family has ever seen from a fortune cookie, barring the one in Colorado that read, "You will be hungry soon. Order takeout now." Should we be worried?

Hmm. If your house faces east. Then I think the cookie may be warning you about a sudden acceleration in global warming.

That's a great dream you had. It's sort of beautifully sinister. Though our recent MST3k conversation has me wondering if your two nonexistent friends are Tom Servo and Crow T. Robot.

Heavens. I hope you have dreams tonight which are far more pleasant.

Dinner sounds lovely. Glad it cheered you. (Had lovely tuna with wasabi and a pineapple salsa tonight, but didn't make it myself, so. Am staying with parents at a very rustic New Hampshire resort which, oddly yet most fortunately, has stunning food. And working wireless.)

The fortune cookie sounds fascinating. I don't know if it's wise to take such advice, but I've never seen one to say such a thing. The most unusual I've ever seen was "Perhaps someday you may live on the moon!" (Exclamation point and odd phrasing as close to exact as I can recollect.)

While I can imagine having such a dream would be horrifying, the imagery reminds me of Patricia McKillip's Riddle-Master of Hed, the scene where Morgon goes down to the burial chamber of the Earthmasters' children.

If it makes you feel better, the Danse Macabre is being difficult. I don't even have a start for that one yet.

"Tomorrow morning, take a left turn as soon as you leave home."

Well, did you?

A fascinating and vivid dream. I used to have alot of nightmares that dealt with mass murderers, etc. but usually in the dream I and others would be on the run from pursuit of these killers, not viewing their handiwork years later...some of them were horribly frightening and vivid streets running with blood, or crazed killers close on our trail as we tried to escape, usually through obstacle-course like locations...but I don't tend to have as many of these sorts of nightmares these days...I alwasy thoguht they'd make great stories or films though.

The glowing phosphorescence of the children's bones--this would make an interesting photography project, maybe. It also reminds me of an episode of "The X-Files" where Mulder goes into a type of limbo/underworld where children are singing and the light is a sort of grey white-hot sparkling mist...

"You will be hungry soon. Order takeout now."

My father got that one years ago, and we all thought it was hysterical. You're the first person to mention the same one!

About two nights ago, I had a dream that there was a nightmare waiting for me. I had gone to the Post Office, which is also some sort of military post (where in my own cycle of military dreams I met my new CO, who had a very strong resmblance to the fellow pictured to the left), and spoke with a young woman who told me that someone had shipped me a nightmare from overseas (I think it was meant to have been from Russia), but they had lost it somewhere in the office, and they wanted me to go find it, since, being a nightmare, no one else could touch it without getting it). I followed her down into the long, crosshatch of tunnels, littered with piles of dead letters and packages (some had obviously been food or something organic and gone to mold - I remember the air had a sort of grimy spore filled quality and for the first time I can remember, I was forced to clean my glasses), and after a little bit of searching, we were able to find a box, wrapped in brown paper, suspicious stains at the corners, with my name written clearly on it, and then a lot of dream-cyrilic (which looks more like the writing of the Narns than the Rus), and I was about to pick it up, so I could have my Maybe Russian, Maybe Narn nightmare, and then I realized - it's a nightmare. And I woke up.

If that was my dream you got (since it sounds like something that a friend and nightmare afficcionado would send me from overseas) I do apologize, and I should have taken it. That sounds kind of cool.

Last night, my dreams involved anatomy dummies and revolved around the colors of flensed muscle, blood vessels and bone. I think I'll be making mine the vegetarian today.

*remembers he brought a salami sammich to work*

Damn.

I am possibly inordinately fond of the phrase "a particularly useless nightmare."

---L.

sovay--can I peek at the transformation you made of

watermelontail's dream?

I am curious!

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