Out of the troubled waters
The night before last, I dreamed about the mansion and estates of a family whose oldest ancestor was preserved in poisonous chemicals a vault at the heart of the house: but every now and then he was lifted out, drained, and shaved of the mold that had gathered on his dead skin, and at these moments he could be asked questions and he would answer. Last night I dreamed a seedy restaurant from the perspective of an amphibious woman nicknamed Red Sal, on a planet where gills was slang for girl-parts and hellbender for rough trade. (I have no idea. The last thing I read before bed was a Judge Dee mystery.) I don't know if I can fuse them, but at least one of these should be a story.
Almost all of today was spent with my brother and his girlfriend at the Mystic Aquarium (or in transit, there and back), which reminded me that I have not been to the New England Aquarium in literally years. I used to visit almost religiously. One of the highlights of my childhood was the feeding of the electric eel, and watching the little gauge swing over into the red as it discharged at high voltage. There were a pair of morays at the Mystic, but we did not get to see their pharyngeal jaws in action. Alas. The anemones were very beautiful, however.
I am not sleeping. This needs to change.
Almost all of today was spent with my brother and his girlfriend at the Mystic Aquarium (or in transit, there and back), which reminded me that I have not been to the New England Aquarium in literally years. I used to visit almost religiously. One of the highlights of my childhood was the feeding of the electric eel, and watching the little gauge swing over into the red as it discharged at high voltage. There were a pair of morays at the Mystic, but we did not get to see their pharyngeal jaws in action. Alas. The anemones were very beautiful, however.
I am not sleeping. This needs to change.

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Interesting. It kind of reminds me of a show I saw late one night on the Discovery Channel a long time ago about preserved corpses. Apparently there was a law firm whose charter held that one founding member had to be present at all meetings, even if all founding members were dead. So one of these gentlemen was treated and stuffed and appeared at board meetings for a hundred years after his death.
Last night I dreamed a seedy restaurant from the perspective of an amphibious woman nicknamed Red Sal, on a planet where gills was slang for female genitalia
That must have been confusing for an amphibious woman.
I am not sleeping.
I'm sorry to hear that. I know what it's like.
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it would be handy to be able to ask an old ancestor something now and then, but I wouldn't want the job of shaving off the mold.
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No; I read the article in last week's Nature. Cute.
It would be handy to be able to ask an old ancestor something now and then, but I wouldn't want the job of shaving off the mold.
It was a much less glamorous oracle than the kind I usually dream about . . .
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The seedy restaurant sounds interesting as well--could go in many directions. Were all the folk in Red Sal's society amphibious, or...?
Mystic Aquarium sounds lovely. It's years since I've been there.
The feeding of the electric eel sounds quite fascinating--I don't think I've ever had the chance to watch such an event. I can see why you'd keep going back as a child to see it.
Sorry to hear you're not sleeping, and I hope you are soon.
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I would read a story about this. There is definitely potential in the second dream too.
My dreams are always far too vague for story plotting. About the closest I come to something with a normal plot are the ones where I'm running from a tsunami or volcanic eruption (my mind's take on the typical 'running dream' -- I have never had a running dream where I'm running from a person or something vague). Normally I dream in short snatches of plots that jump to something else quickly and nonsensically, and normally I only remember vague impressions the next morning.
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I almost never remember overarching plot, but occasionally I get images and moments; I know what something is for, if not how it figured later.
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I haven't been to the New England Aquarium in years, either. I really ought to go again. Just go on my own, since that way no one else has to deal with my tendency to get fascinated and absorbed by absolutely EVERYTHING, and spend a Saturday afternoon meandering through.
I would eagerly read either of those stories, too, or the combined version. Those are really neat dreams.
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It's definitely made my week.
Just go on my own, since that way no one else has to deal with my tendency to get fascinated and absorbed by absolutely EVERYTHING, and spend a Saturday afternoon meandering through.
You want to organize an aquarium pilgrimage one of these weekends?
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Mid-October is auspicious.
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Let us discuss this further when it is closer to the date, then! Unless you'd rather do so now to have schedules arranged. I am easy.
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